CHAPTER 477: CHAPTER 152: I DON’T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED; IT SOMEHOW EVOLVED INTO COMPLETE CHAOS.

Adam Hammer didn’t have any objections to being called up for a mission at dawn.

After all, he’s just a mercenary who works for money. Maintaining this body of cybernetic enhancements is costly, and besides, he can legally kill people, so why not?

Although only equipped with conventional cybernetics and without intending to use heavy combat armor like the Great Oni, Adam Hammer felt that it was certainly sufficient. Night City hasn’t had an enemy that made him feel pressure for many years.

He had heard about a master from the New America Special Intelligence Bureau ten years ago, but he was sold out before they could fight. What a pity.

Feeling some regret, he prepared to loosen up his muscles properly tonight.

"Send people to block the entire street and then sweep through building by building. Let the mechanical forces clear the way as the sewer is no longer accessible. These cannon fodders have nowhere to retreat, and I want to toy with these rats."

Adam Hammer had no mouth; all sounds came from the speakers, coupled with his fully mechanical cybernetic body, which had no visible flesh, making him resemble a giant robot.

The veins extending under the forehead skin made him look even more terrifying. Even his mercenary companion Grayson dared not speak much to him, fleeing to go command his subordinates.

If Adam Hammer’s hunting activities were disturbed, this guy could go crazy and kill his own people.

"Hmph..."

Adam Hammer never cared about others’ attitudes, and he was even satisfied with their fear.

He took out the Zhuo-style smart shotgun just delivered from Huang Ban’s production line from the car trunk.

A weapon as long as a human arm looked like a small pistol in his hand.

"Let me see who has turned Watson District into this mess."

Speaking of which, his base, the Aibunike hovercraft, is still parked at the north pier of Watson District.

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Faced with the reinforced troops of Huang Ban, the balance that players could maintain began to tip uncontrollably towards Huang Ban.

Even without heavy equipment, players were still too weak against one of the world’s few powerful corporations.

Ka-da

Ka-da

Ka-da

One after another, quadruped beast-like bionic machines agilely climbed stairs, bypassed collapsed wall obstacles, crawled into gaps impossible for humans to enter, and accurately locked onto targets with thermal radar.

Though these beast-like robots seemed absurd, expensive, complex, and impractical to realists, corporations produced them.

Special operations products combining cloned beasts with steel cybernetics.

Lurking in the corner of the wall, Brother Ni felt a shiver and goosebumps on his back, quickly turning around.

"What the heck, iron Hakimi."

An iron beast had appeared behind Brother Ni unnoticed, its mouth wide open, revealing a dark muzzle.

You could say its breath looked unlike any other cat.

Soon followed by the second, third—more and more iron beasts emerged from the collapsed concrete ruins.

Brother Ni dodged shots from pursuers behind, using cover, while yelling in the channel

"New beast found, it’s an iron cat modified by Huang Ban cat lovers, can shoot and launch small missiles, hurry up and help!"

Brother Dao: "Wow, the forum always said? Although the probability of humans being killed by cats is low, it’s not zero."

Brother Ni: "Stop the damn sarcastic remarks! Hu Lang, control your cats!"

Hu Lang: "Looking as ugly as this, they’ve been expelled from cat status, meow, I wouldn’t acknowledge them."

Brother Ni: "Don’t we have small robots too? Why can’t we have them solo against the opponents."

Hu Lang: "Those are industrial robots, haven’t had time to install weapon systems, they’ll just get killed instantly if sent to the frontline."

Though everyone can still chat casually on the forum, in reality, they are mostly engaged in fierce battles. Hacker players are clashing in cyberspace against ten times the number of undead opponents. If it weren’t for Sea God’s assistance, their brains would be fried.

Brother Ni wasn’t the only player being hunted down.

BAM!

Robot Arnold’s head was smashed against the wall by Hammer’s grip, exploding together with the concrete.

Hammer tossed the lifeless body aside and casually wiped the blood and brain matter off his hand on the wall, coolly commenting

"Mediocre stuff."

The mercenary unit he led unhesitatingly charged the player’s fiercest resistance area.

Naturally Curl was sweating profusely not far away

"Hey, hey, hey, what’s up with this guy? Just looking at his design suggests insane strength."

Even Vortex Gang’s modding fanatics didn’t go as far as him, with only a brain left made of flesh. Can something like this still be considered human?

The giant beside him still licked the blade with its tongue

"Why think so much? Anyway, if we kill him, the equipment on him will be ours."

Adam Hammer, Eve or not, doesn’t matter. Even if Eve lightly chops, gear in players’ hands needs to be valued per pound.

Faced with the reckless provocation ahead, Adam Hammer charged singlehandedly towards the players’ stronghold amidst the bullet storm between both forces in the corridor, leaving his subordinates behind for fierce firefights with the players.

Players’ 5.8 full-power rounds barely slowed Hammer’s charge speed, let alone broke through his external armor.