Players Invade Cyberpunk

Chapter 1369: Chapter 445: Incompetent Husband

The battle outside was making heaven and earth change color, the sun and moon lose light, and the fight on the Polaris was equally fierce and brutal.

The internal space of the ship was more three-dimensional, narrower, and more dangerous than the streets.

Corridors and corners were everywhere, and the longest main aisle was also no more than twenty meters straight.

Stairs up and down were everywhere, like a maze the size of a neighborhood, where enemies could emerge from all directions if the route was unknown.

Wildman pressed down the rotary machine gun under his right arm and strafed madly towards the end of the corridor, the dense barrage turning a few Italian soldiers who jumped out into mince.

Blood stained the entire corridor, and severed limbs were everywhere; no one remembered how many people had been killed along the way, and many players, having become red-eyed from killing, completely forgot what they were supposed to do.

Anyone with a red mark on their forehead was taken down without question.

Wildman unloaded his ammunition, firing until the barrel was so red-hot and deformed that he shouted loudly,

"Damn, where the hell is the command control room, and where are we? I feel like we’ve been circling around here for ages!"

It wasn’t that his temper was explosive, but in such a confined space, the violent gunfire almost shattered his eardrums; he had to shout like this to ensure his teammates could hear him.

"I don’t know!"

Potato, who threw a stun grenade around the corner ahead, also shouted back,

"I think this plan’s dumb as hell, not even knowing the structure of the ship, didn’t do any reconnaissance, jumped aboard like an idiot, and now we’re stumbling around like headless chickens, maybe the corner ahead is just facing a toilet!!"

No one could know which ship would be exposed first; each country’s ship designs were very different, and the command center and internal structures were also completely different.

So beforehand, Wildman hadn’t made any plans in this respect, dealing with all problems after getting aboard the ship.

Fight and search, or maybe capture an enemy soldier and interrogate them, but on this path, they didn’t even leave a single one alive, as all captured soldiers had their brains detonated remotely by command.

Apparently, the other side was well prepared, and frontline soldiers had no chance to defect.

And every door here looked the same; without connecting to the local network system, you had no idea what was behind the door.

This situation, with ammunition running low, put Wildman at a breaking point.

Having brought the best weapons and equipment from the village, air-dropped two boatloads of soldiers, hit nothing but air, huge loss, with half the teammates also dead.

"Damn it, if it doesn’t work out, I’ll just kill everyone on the whole ship and then sink the ship into the sea."

Potato stepped over the bodies littering the ground, walked to the tightly closed big door ahead, and asked,

"Do you have any thermite charges left?"

"The last one."

Wildman took the breaching charge from his waist and threw it over,

"If it turns out to be a toilet behind this, maybe you can blow up some shit, that wouldn’t be a wasted trip."

"Don’t slander me, okay?"

Potato turned and affixed the breaching charge to the door, pulling the fuse,

"It’s not like all I do is blow up shit."

The two retreated to a nearby equipment room, seeing Brother Ni inside, using his hands to scoop the blood flowing from his wounds, drinking it down.

As a player in the Stealth Department, outside of optical camouflage, the Power Armor equipment was not very useful for him.

"What are you doing?" *2

Brother Ni: "Out of adrenaline and artificial blood, just recycling so it’s not wasted."

"Damn! You’re impressive." *2

Wildman shrugged helplessly and asked about the situation of the other squads in the channel,

Sword Saint: "The resistance over here in the engine room is fierce. They’ve even deployed heavy firepower on their side, we’re not getting through, my little universe is almost burned out."

Tutu: "You guys haven’t broken through yet? The other side is almost flooding us with plasma! I’m out of backup machines, just pig teammates, you pigs!"

Wildman: "We’ve done our best, bro, it’s new map exploration, bear with us; we’re still running around to familiarize ourselves with the map."

Thud thud thud!

Dense footsteps echoed in the hallway, not just from one direction, making the few look up in speechless resignation.

Nearly four digits of soldiers were still stationed on the whole ship, and they were barely holding on after taking down only three digits.

"Fuck! This is the first time I’ve felt tired from killing people."

Clang!

As they spoke, the thermite burned through the electronic lock on the door, emitting a loud bang.

Potato got up and unsteadily walked out the door,

"Never mind, let’s dive in and take a look, if it is a toilet, I can take a dump for memory’s sake."

The remaining flame from the thermite still clung to the door, burning, but Potato didn’t care, and gripped the red-hot door gap with his hands, Power Armor pulling hard.

Screech——

The door emitted an ear-splitting metal grinding sound, with chaotic noises coming from behind it, screams, curses, guns cocking...

When the door was finally pulled open, soldiers on standby behind it immediately opened fire towards the door, and bullets rained down like a deluge, almost drowning Potato.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly, realizing something was wrong upon hearing the sound, and immediately activated Sianweistan to dodge.

Though some electromagnetic bullets still pierced his armor and injured Potato, his inner ecstasy couldn’t be contained, as he laughed with blood at the corner of his mouth,

"Ha ha! Look what I’ve discovered!"

With just a fleeting glance, he could tell there was at least a basketball court-sized space behind the door, and there were large amounts of computer equipment; even if it wasn’t a control room, it was at least an important area.

"Impressive."

Wildman, who followed out, couldn’t help but quip,

"No wonder it’s you, Huang Xudong, your mouth is like it’s blessed."

Brother Ni dashed out from the room bare-chested, with fabric strips crudely tied around his wounds to stop bleeding, wielding two axes,

"Charge, charge, charge, up the high ground for the final wave."

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