Players Invade Cyberpunk

Chapter 401 - 129: Sea God, I’m coming in

"..."If there is a hell in this world.

Then Brigitte believes the scene before her is the real hell, and it doesn’t even need words to describe it.

Compared to this, even the extremely dangerous Old Net seems picturesque.

At worst, you die, but staying here is more painful than death.

ically levitated trains covered in debris, but the enemy held the terrain advantage making it impossible to break through.

If it were outside, players could charge with exoskeletons and shields, annihilating everything, but no one wanted to bring their expensive gear into a sewage-filled abyss to be baptized.

Would it still be wearable afterwards?

And it might even get damaged from water infiltration for various reasons along the way.

Even charging with just a shield, it’s impossible for Wildman with 9 strength to carry a two to three hundred kilogram solid shield, let alone the constant pinging of bullets on it.

The best situation would be if the Haitian residential area cooperated, allowing players into the church to attack simultaneously from multiple directions, greatly easing the pressure, maybe even catching them unawares.

But realistically, their neutrality is already granting enough opportunity.

"Attacking head-on definitely won’t work, we should look for a server room alternative."

Just as the players furrowed their brows, pondering a breakthrough strategy, an expert in a pitch-black wetsuit popped out of nowhere.

Even wearing a full-face breathing mask, clearly more professional than the players.

"Use this."

He said, tossing the person he was holding to the ground.

The expert was impressed by the game, where a group dared to think and act so recklessly.

And the person he threw was unconscious, with high-intensity modifications visible from the back of their head, clearly a hacker, but with no gun wounds.

"A hacker?"

Wildman frowned

"Using him as a data interface won’t work; what if it overloads and burns him out?"

After all, human brains can’t compare to server room power capacity; server electronics can handle 70-80 degrees without issue, but human brains can’t go over 38 without melting.

"One chopstick breaks easily, but a bundle won’t. If one doesn’t work, then catch more, let them share the load."

Brother Dao hesitantly: "Will that work?"

Expert: "We’ll find out soon enough."

After a while, Wildman severed contact with Lucy, and looked up saying

"It’s feasible, but requires at least four hackers’ brains to establish a small data channel, and they must not regain consciousness midway."

"And four is just the minimum. The number of players that can access is limited, for more to enter Sea God’s subnet and fight, more hackers need to connect to our brought-in mini servers."

This method is exceptionally challenging, abducting hackers to interface with Sea God’s subnet, the Voodoo Gang will definitely notice, and will likely counterattack crazily, shifting players from attackers to defenders, while their hackers will be even more vigilant.

Brother Dao: "Then let’s go with that. Dragging on isn’t a solution, we’ll distract them while Brother Ni and the others figure out how to capture more."

Catching them alive is much harder than killing them, not to mention making sure they don’t regain consciousness midway, which is even more troublesome.

Just as the other players were contemplating what to do, the expert placed his waterproof backpack on the ground, pulled out a syringe-shaped air gun from inside.

"Use this, it’s loaded with anesthetics. One unit injected will keep them down for at least several hours."

The others looked at the thing and began eyeing the expert differently.