CHAPTER 484: CHAPTER 154: I CAME OUT OF HELL_2

The Propaganda Department instantly found it much more pleasing to the eye.

"That’s more like it, this is what democracy warriors of Super Earth should look like."

The Truth Department was a bit speechless looking at the paint on themselves, could only say this guy’s professional habits kicked in again, and urged repeatedly

"Alright, stop wasting time here, get ready to set off."

The Vortex Gang members under the eaves nearby looked at these Mercenaries making themselves into something bizarre and couldn’t help but ask

"What are you guys up to?"

The Truth Department didn’t explain much, just gave the other a thumbs up, then turned and jumped onto the roof, loudly speaking to the remaining seventeen players

"Comrades, the time has come for Super Earth to need you, today we let those Arasaka bastards see what management-style democracy’s brave and fearless Hell Divers are made of!"

A group of players raised their guns in their hands and shouted crazily

"Awooo!!! Long live Super Earth!"

"General No-Shit is the sun in our hearts that never sets!"

"Arasaka is just a bunch of losers!"

"My grandma used to say, wipe them out completely!!"

"Comrades, charge with me!"

The Truth Department shouted, and then together with the Propaganda Department, led the way to pry open the manhole that was emitting a bit of yellow-green gas, boldly jumped in.

This was something a good brother should have done, but little brother had already sacrificed, was on respawn cooldown, couldn’t sell out temporarily, so the Truth Department had to do it themselves.

The clueless Vortex Gang saw this group acting crazily and got a big scare, quickly tried to step forward to stop these allies they didn’t recognize

"Hey! There’s toxic gas down there, your protective suit isn’t up to standard, you’ll die!"

But the player being grabbed was also in the mindset, loudly said to the Vortex Gang

"We are Hell Divers of Super Earth! If I don’t go to Hell, who will? Should the people of Super Earth go instead?"

Then forcefully broke free of the Vortex Gang’s hold, leaping into the sewer

The Vortex Gang looked at their empty hands, feeling an inexplicable sourness of loss in their heart.

A brother nearby asked softly, "What’s their name?"

The Vortex Gang shook their head: "...I don’t know... We don’t even know their names..."

He suddenly didn’t want to be in a gang anymore.

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The yellow-green gas filled the sewer, and as pressurized tanks released it continued surging through the network of pipes.

Normally coming down here you wouldn’t be able to see anything in the fog, let alone find your way, but fortunately, the players had mini-maps to guide them, even the fog of war couldn’t completely block their view.

A little player holding a submachine gun closely followed behind the Truth Department asking, "What did they release? I smelled something like mustard before, and one mercenary who accidentally touched a bit of skin got blisters."

"Those aren’t blisters, those are pustules." The Truth Department proceeded step by step in the fog, estimating their position relative to the Arasaka troops while answering the player’s questions

"Judging by the symptoms and color, it should be mustard gas. Skin contact will cause necrosis within hours, plus it synthesizes hydrochloric acid destroying your airways and lungs, entering the eyes causes temporary or permanent blindness, even if you survive, you’d be suffering your whole life, highly carcinogenic, this stuff killed over a million people in World War I."

The little player couldn’t help but click their tongue, "How dare they use such powerful stuff in the city?"

The Truth Department pointed to the water underfoot, "Mustard gas is in oily particles, easily soluble in water, denser than water, after the fact just open the gate to flush the toxins into the sea, even with water circulation, it won’t return above ground."

In this world, no one would blame you for polluting the seawater, everyone loves dumping in the sea, even if a little remains, it doesn’t matter, Night City wouldn’t miss a little bit of toxic material.

"Just goes to show Neon People can’t change their habits, such things can only be educated with Little Boy and Fat Man." The Propaganda Department said with a laugh, "Shame we only have this now."

He held a small amount of prepared explosives, used to blow through the surface to let them break out.

"No worries." A player behind them chuckled, "The game world view is so big, surely there will be opportunities in the future."

Even deep in the deadly toxic gas, players could still joke without worry, even if they didn’t have these protective suits, they would dare to rush straight down, but now there was no need to.

The only thing in this world that could instill fear in them might be Lin Miao with the power to ban accounts.

You couldn’t say Arasaka’s decision was wrong, if they faced any group other than players, their situation wouldn’t be so difficult.

If it were just the Vortex Gang or some mercenary groups, they would’ve been slaughtered by Arasaka’s agents long ago, unable to even detect the initial infiltration and ignition work.

Meanwhile, Arasaka’s biochemical troops above ground had no idea a group of lunatics who didn’t care for their lives were rapidly approaching them from the sewers.

A chemical soldier holding a control terminal was reporting to command

"Gas reserves have fallen to 53%, in an hour the tanks will be emptied."

Arasaka’s captain there breathed a sigh of relief, after locking the sewers with gas their situation improved greatly, at least they didn’t have to worry about the manhole cover beneath their feet suddenly speaking.