"When it comes to firepower, the ones they’ve used previously aren’t different from those of the gangs, but they likely have their own weapon processing plant. It can produce rocket launchers and custom equipment, and the AI suspects they have their own communication network and identity recognition system."
After the analyst finished speaking, Albertson frowned.
"Uh... that’s all for now."
Albertson withdrew her gaze.
No matter how much she looks down on the counterintelligence department, she’s sure their capabilities are solid. She certainly doesn’t want to repeat their mistakes.
"Notify William to send more personnel to the front line, don’t skimp on firepower."
Even she wonders if she’s making a fuss over nothing.
The operations of the Special Operations Department are quite different from the specialized infiltration work of the counterintelligence department.
They often make a move to deliver a devastating blow to a particular target, orchestrating local wars, bombing company buildings, and such.
Last month, the Trauma Team deployed just four power armors and defeated over a hundred mercenaries. If Lin Miao hadn’t suddenly appeared, the Trauma Team would have achieved a resounding victory. Is her Huang Ban not even as good as a small Trauma Team?
Seventeen cards, you can beat me in one shot?
If you can beat me in one shot, I’ll eat this computer here!
"Mr. Lin, perhaps you should reconsider. There’s really no need to risk your life over such a small matter."
The sheriff’s words even carried a hint of pleading; orders from above instructed him to take Lin Miao back to the NCPD for protection, lest he’s punched to death by Huang Ban’s people.
But now this guy is impervious to both soft and hard tactics; he seems ready to die alongside these mercenaries who are nothing.
Hasn’t he made his intentions clear enough?
Faced with this advice, Lin Miao waved his hand in refusal.
"No need to consider, Sheriff Stephen. If I leave, what about this fire? The hopes of everyone in the Watson District lie with us."
"And since they’ve already arrived, if the NCPD doesn’t plan to participate in this conflict, you’d better take the officers to extinguish the fire. I’ve brought the stuff, and it’d be bad if you get accidentally hurt by staying longer."
At the end of the street behind the NCPD convoy, a disturbance began in the crowd, and the heavy engine sounds could be clearly heard even from here.
The urgent voice of a superior came through the walkie-talkie; Stephen knew he couldn’t linger here any longer.
And Lin Miao has already given the NCPD enough face; just picking up the firefighting equipment ahead and leaving would recover most of the lost dignity.
He could only swiftly give orders to the NCPD officers behind him.
"Take the equipment and leave, go extinguish the fire."
The officers immediately breathed a sigh of relief, with the superior’s orders, they swiftly dropped their shields and rushed to the front to pick up firefighting gear. The murderous aura of the mercenaries ahead made their skin crawl; they really didn’t want to confront them.
They don’t have the guts to fight bandits; they only have the guts to profit from fighting bandits, and they’re quite bold about it.
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Huang Ban’s armored convoy, painted in pure black, looked much heavier than the NCPD’s police armored vehicles. There were even 12.7mm caliber automatic cannons mounted on the rooftops. The soldiers following the convoy were uniformly equipped, and just by the professional way they walked, you could tell their combat power was terrifying. In the sky, there were hover vehicles and swarms of drones following.
Moreover, Lin Miao, using the retinal identification function, could clearly see silhouettes moving in the building behind the convoy, evidently all snipers.
No matter the angle, the players’ circus was completely outshone by the opponent.
Not even fighting the small ones, the old ones have jumped out first.
Lin Miao hadn’t thought when he arrived that he would directly face off against Huang Ban, luckily he had prepared in advance, got all players online, and brought the best sword from the village; otherwise, this wave might have been a great loss, just evidence that plans can never keep up with change.
When Huang Ban’s troops appeared, the players were already fully prepared.
Because in general, after a game’s CG is broadcast, the fight begins, and Huang Ban won’t bother with any rules.
Surrender negotiation?
Meeting means engaging.
A few helicopters in the sky directly fired at the players group, with two anti-vehicle cannons under the fuselage blasting away. Shell casings fell to the ground like beans; the shelled area exploded with countless gravel. The concrete walls of the building shattered even more fiercely, resembling a person’s leg mauled by a beast, exposing thumb-thick steel bars.
The expert observing the battlefield on the high floor immediately shouted loudly in the channel.
"Get into the building, get into the sewer, don’t go head-to-head with them. Take tactical positions and counterattack as small units."
Even holding an all-metal shield, players couldn’t withstand such a scale of strafing; they’d be pulverized.
Almost instantly, players who had been crawling in Night City for over two months reacted as soon as they heard the voice.
The tanky teams at the front held heavy shields, covering the other players and dispersing into surrounding alleyways, buildings, and sewers, as if rehearsed countless times, disappearing from the street in an extremely short time.
As for vehicles, in the hands of players, they are merely consumables, left on the street to be battered into lumps of metal.
The Sword Saint who rushed into a building tossed aside the saber’s head, jumped into the stairwell and shouted excitedly.
"Hahaha! I knew it! Those bastards would definitely come looking for trouble!"