Players Invade Cyberpunk

Chapter 1190 - 386: Knights Fighting Under the Rainy Night (Part 2)

"It’s such a pity, we could have cooperated better."After speaking, the car window went up and closed, and the doors of several SUVs surrounding Masked Rider were opened by people.

Masked Rider was shocked to find that sitting inside these cars were all blue-eyed combat cyborgs.

By a rough count, there were at least a dozen.

Among them, several people raised their right arms, extending barrels aimed at Masked Rider and his motorcycle.

Boom!

Illegally modifying their vehicles is an unavoidable custom in Night City.

The lower part of Masked Rider’s motorcycle exploded with propulsion gas, forcibly lifting the bike and himself several meters high, causing them to crash onto the roof of an SUV in front, barely avoiding this round of attack.

But the road surface wasn’t so lucky; these cyborgs were here to kill, equipped with special high-explosive rounds that blasted several large craters into the ground.

However, that didn’t mean anything.

How many cyborgs does the Ye Corporation or the AI behind it possess?

In a city with nearly five-digit legal immigrants annually and almost six-digit population smuggled or trafficked, yet maintaining a stable population of seven million annually, even showing signs of population decline.

How many cyborgs could they afford?

The answer is countless.

The Ye Corporation’s underground projects are buried deeper than any enterprise, and after the nuclear explosion at Huangban Tower, they were the only company that didn’t withdraw from Night City, building on these ruins for half a century.

Underground fortress?

Just a drop in the ocean.

In the dark corners of a city shrouded in night, countless pairs of blue eyes light up.

They have long hidden in this darkness, observing all the changes in the city for decades.

Blue Eyes

Are everywhere.

More and more vehicles are coming to surround Masked Rider.

A hundred?

Five hundred?

A thousand?

Countless!

Looking out, the streets were densely packed with blue eyes.

Compared to these countless enemies, Masked Rider and his motorcycle were so insignificant.

All the doors on the street were tightly closed, and even at the windows, there wasn’t a pair of human eyes watching him.

Fighting alone...

Masked Rider ultimately didn’t evade the dense barrage of gunfire, with the motorcycle hit by several small caliber grenades, sending man and machine flying, crashing into a street corner.

Immediately afterward, those combat cyborgs jumped down from the speeding cars, sparking as they slid briefly due to inertia, then headed towards Masked Rider’s position to surround him.

The motorcycle slowly turned into scrap in the burning of Chun Er, as Masked Rider struggled to stand up, leaning against the wall, watching the cyborgs from all directions.

However, he wasn’t fighting alone.

Because human warriors are connected by ideals and passion, fighting side by side.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Explosions echoed from several streets, getting closer and closer.

Along with the explosions came the loud rumble of motorcycle engines, and if you listened carefully, the sound was very similar to Masked Rider’s bike.

"Ah!!! Xiumajia (Artificial People)!! Xinei!"

"A true hero won’t flee from the battle!"

The knights who traveled from Cuba back to Night City for leisure with Masked Rider immediately rushed over on their bikes upon receiving the signal.

Though they were only a dozen, it undoubtedly gave Masked Rider a chance.

Likewise, their methods were much more violent than the original, with their motorcycles equipped with either a rotary cannon or a micro rocket pod, blitzing explosively to Masked Rider’s side.

Kitted in various styles, the knights formed a wall shoulder to shoulder, facing the blue-eyed cyborgs together.

"We’ll handle these guys, you go blow up that statue!"

They weren’t involved in this special mission and were only briefed by Masked Rider just before arriving, knowing little about it.

But that didn’t stop them from believing in Masked Rider, a fellow player and comrade.

Trust between players and players needs no reason.

"Alright."

Masked Rider nodded heavily at his comrades and continued fighting towards Haywood with them.

Such a dense number of enemies and heavy firepower, getting into a vehicle would only make you a target.

The enemies for the knights weren’t the mercenaries or human armies they had encountered before, but AI’s combat cyborgs, like A2.

Even though they still had the defect of lacking autonomous consciousness, it didn’t mean they were weak in combat power.

On the contrary, these AI cyborgs, much like players, had a high tolerance for exoskeletons, and their quality was generally good, with strong combat capabilities due to their behavior chips.

Back then, when the four novice Wildman confronted a cyborg, they were instantly defeated.

A cyborg activating Sianweistan swung a Mantis Blade at astonishing speed, and even Masked Rider activating Sianweistan was just slightly faster than the opponent, barely dodging the blade.

He counterattacked with a fist to the opponent’s face.

Bam!

Masked Rider felt like he had struck a block of steel, even with the output of two tons from his gorilla arms, he couldn’t blow the head off like in Cuba, only managing to knock the opponent stumbling before falling.

Damn it!

Seeing the enemy’s formidable physical strength, Masked Rider couldn’t help but curse under his breath.

Having more strength would be better.

Facing such enemies, even the MT-3 was far from enough; at least, they needed the strength like those power armors.

Pu!

A moment’s inattention and two long blades stabbed into his waist and abdomen from both sides, piercing through.