CHAPTER 487: CHAPTER 155: A MEMORABLE VICTORY_2

"Damn it, one day I’m going to rip the heads off these bastards and kick them like balls, using their blood and guts as decorations in my bedroom."

The Hammer Team wasn’t afraid of death, nor how intense the battle could get. On the contrary, the Hammer Team loved the thrill of killing on the edge of life and death and was very willing to take on high-risk tasks.

But... this time it’s different.

Hammer took no joy in killing those mercenaries this time.

The faces of those mercenaries showed no fear at the loss of their companions, as if he’d only stomped on some irrelevant ants. Even when caught and torn apart by him, the victims had no extreme reaction; no screams, no wails, as if they were robots.

The feeling of ’Is this really the end? No way, these can’t be just small fries, can they?’

Which man could accept this scene?

Even Grayson, for the first time, saw such a shit-eating look on Hammer’s face. He glanced at the rearview mirror and with a splitting headache, shouted into the channel:

"They’re closing in again, prepare to engage!"

Hammer hefted the heavy machine gun with one hand, swung open the car door, and jumped into the truck bed. A bunch of guys in bizarre outfits closely followed the convoy, even their cars were modified beyond recognition.

Players kept leaning out of car windows, taunting:

"Beach boys! If you’ve got guts, don’t run!"

"Adam Hammer! Are you trained by Sun Yuanliang or Ma Runrun?"

"Maybe he’s from Baldie, hahaha."

Fuck!

If he could, Adam Hammer would love to stay here and blast these guys to pieces.

Machine gun in hand, he wildly swept at the pursuing convoy. The players were no less aggressive, immediately returning fire. The players with Gorilla Arms shot light machine guns like laser guns; recoil seemed nonexistent. Bullets flew back and forth almost in straight lines, and every so often a car, along with its passengers, would be shredded. It was only the constant movement and jolt of the vehicles that greatly reduced both sides’ accuracy.

If only there could be aerial drone fire support now, the pressure on Hammer’s convoy would ease up a lot. But the sniper team with anti-material weapons brought down drones like rain, even with a sextant, they couldn’t defend against several consecutive shots.

Technically, high-mobility drones shouldn’t suffer such high losses, but you can’t beat players aiming with Sianweistan, hitting targets silently with pinpoint precision, named the Eye of Death; each one’s a reincarnation of lousy Arthur from the wilderness.

Anywhere in the world, only these guys could use such game-changing special gear like regular skills.

Watching his brothers perish continuously, Grayson felt both heartache and rage. He pulled out his Marlorian 3516 and fired a few shots at their pursuers to vent, but as Adam Hammer’s financial manager, not a professional mercenary, his shooting skills were awful, just part of the atmosphere group, hitting nothing.

Fortunately, he soon received a retreat order from Huang Ban’s higher-ups and relayed it to Adam Hammer.

"Retreat? Who gave that order! He better give me a flawless explanation."

Adam Hammer was thinking of going back to the dock, getting the best gun and cyberware from the village, and coming back to crush these dog-like lunatics.

Were it some foolhardy Huang Ban officer, he’d disregard them entirely, pick up his gear and go back for a slaughter, even discipline the moron who dared to call for his retreat.

Grayson knew Adam Hammer was in a rage and misspeaking could get him ripped apart by this lunatic but still braved it out to mention the name.

"It was Miss Meizhi from Huang Ban who gave the order."

"..."

Hehe... then nevermind.

The chase ultimately ended with Hammer Team regrouping with Huang Ban’s reinforcement team. Players who failed to brake were heavily damaged by Huang Ban’s heavy firepower.

Even at this point, the players had incredulous expressions.

This game, is it deceiving people?

Where’s the promised second phase?

Adam Hammer, with such high prestige, praised by so many, claiming loudly to enter the second phase, but you’re just talking tough, the reality is fleeing?

This discrepancy caught players off guard; retreating behind the safety line, they were livid.

Brother Ni: "Damn, that son of a bitch is lying to us! He doesn’t have a second phase at all!"

Mongolian Toplaner: "I’ve never seen such shamelessness! How can there be a boss pulling a phase scam?"

Adam Hammer!

Where’s your dignity?

Where’s your legend?

Where’s your second phase?

Why did you flee like a dog?

As it turns out, your entire being only has a tough mouth, right?

The players currently have no clear understanding of their uniqueness, after all the games they’ve played before, bosses typically exert pressure through cut-scenes, move effects, and fixed high values, creating an oppressive feel and intensity. Though the characters they control also don’t fear pain or death, to defeat a boss one-on-one, level, gear, and skills are essential because the opponent’s stats could be several times or even dozens of times yours.

But here, the player count has reached three digits.

Imagine a single-player game, with unchanged stats, suddenly thrown into a scene with three-digit game protagonists. What kind of desperate situation would the game boss face? If you dare to show a health bar, we’ll blow you to smithereens.

Let’s not even mention that Adam Hammer’s stats aren’t outrageously high. Reality demands logic; maybe one-on-one, one-on-three, or even one-on-ten, he can still provide normal game pressure and despair, even easily wiping out the current phase players.