At this moment, they were fearless.
This maimed body would surely perish in this battle.
No hope for survival, so be it.
They did not even plan on keeping their bodies; they would haul them back, wash them, and sell them to some poor sap.
Publicity Department: "I’m so stupid, really, I only knew that when it explodes, there’s no way to run out of the blast range and that I’ll be inundated by these answers, but I didn’t know to shut my mouth, yet I’m full...."
Good Brother: "I’m begging you, stop talking."
Truth Department, expressionless, muttered, "I’m going to kill these bastards, I’m going to explode them."
And the Voodoo Gang member closest to the breach had just landed, hadn’t even had time to retrieve his gun from the filth, when he saw this group of death soldiers swimming over from the sewage.
Due to the excessive particulate matter in the water, guns soaked in water couldn’t function properly; to avoid alerting the Voodoo Gang during the assault, they brought almost no guns.
The Voodoo Gang member finally found his gun in the water, breathed a sigh of relief, and picked up the dripping submachine gun, trying to shoot the players.
A sharp arrow directly pierced through his skull, and he fell straight into the sewage.
Wildman: "Locate their server room and break in, plug into the data ports, and execute anyone who doesn’t surrender. Try not to damage any high-end equipment."
After all, this is a game; who knows what the Voodoo Gang’s equipment looks like; if it’s quirky and gets damaged, what then?
"Someone’s broken in!"
Despite their disbelief, the Voodoo Gang had to accept the fact that a surprise squad had emerged from the sewage.
This squad cared nothing for the filth, storming through to kill, leaving the unprepared Voodoo Gang unrecognizable.
"Damn! It’s those mercenaries from the bar!"
"Aren’t they afraid of the sewage?"
"My gun! It’s malfunctioning."
"Quick, find the hacker!"
"The surveillance system short-circuited due to water, currently unrepairable; cover the hacker to approach the front lines!"
The Voodoo Gang was quite experienced in coordinating with hackers during combat; they surrounded the hacker, advancing cautiously, quickly reaching an open area. Voodoo members ahead were fighting with the players, yet due to malfunctioning guns, while the players wielded crossbows unaffected, they were at a severe disadvantage.
When the Voodoo Gang’s hacker arrived, despite feeling nauseated, he hid behind cover to amplify the signal frequency, allowing his cyber eyes to glow while trying to connect to the players’ network to upload Demonic Puppets.
However, neither he nor his nearby guards noticed the disturbed water approaching closer and closer.
Who would believe a killer would be willing to dive into sewage to sneak up?
But the players would.
Amidst the murky sewage around the hacker, two splashes suddenly erupted—Brother Ni emerged from the sewage on the left with dual axes, splitting a gang member’s head without even a drop of blood shed.
On the other side, the seductress similarly surfaced, flicking several daggers, their silver gleam slicing through the air.
Assisted by Sianweistan, she precisely hit each guard’s head.
After nearly failing last time, he intensely honed his throwing knife skills for this moment.
The remaining hacker hadn’t even reacted when Brother Ni’s other axe chopped off his head.
"Ah Zhe... did we kill the wrong person?"
Brother Ni looked dumbfounded at the dead hacker, remembering that hackers could be used by Pandora for subnet intrusion.
"They all look the same to me."
The seductress spat in frustration, "You’re Brother Ni, you ask me?"
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Brother Ni yanked an axe from the guy’s forehead, extracting a string of brain matter.
"Hurry up and find the server room,"
Then took another deep dive, swimming through the thigh-high ocean of filth.
Brigitte struggled mightily to cross the sewage river, arriving at the server room’s door. With just a flick of the switch, she could enter the server room, traverse passages, and reach a cleaner place.
She looked down at the sewage surrounding her, knowing that once inside the server room, she’d spend a lifetime swimming through cyberspace on machines polluted by sewage.
But the screams growing closer behind left her no room for hesitation; she bit her lip, plugged in the data, and completed the recognition authentication.
The heavy door opened, and sewage immediately flowed in, turning the clean server room floor into filth and submerging some low-lying hosts.
Luckily, the Voodoo Gang valued their servers highly, and with built-in water-cooling systems, their waterproof performance was pretty good.
It was just psychologically difficult to accept.
The sewage she brought in also caused unease among the other hackers inside.
One tried to speak but couldn’t.
"Don’t say it...," Brigitte cut off the other person, "It’s a special time, just bear with it."
"No... what I want to say is... the route to the church is bombed shut."
"We can’t get out..."
Brigitte felt a chill run down her spine upon hearing this.
Even Placid, no matter how much they fell out, wouldn’t go this far against their own kind, right?
"It was Michelle; he blocked our way."
This usually enigmatic old man showed no mercy upon acting, intending to wipe them out.
Brigitte couldn’t count how many times she cursed today but knew only taking desperate risks now would give them a chance to win.
The sewage may have drowned the peripheral surveillance systems, forcing hackers closer to the battlefield, but the server room had almost insurmountable terrain, and the guards here were prepared, with unaffected firearms.
Plus, they were hackers!
Now it’s time to show these lunatics the true power of the Voodoo Gang!