Internet Supervisor?
Both of them looked baffled; they’ve only seen the setting of the Internet Supervisor on the official website, but what’s the deal here? When did their hospital have any ties with the Internet Supervisor?
Swordfish whispered, "Did you trigger so hidden mission or what?"
The Weasel was just as confused, "I have no idea, probably soone else did."
Swordfish thought for a mont, then glanced at the noisy Haitians outside the camp.
"Let’s go out and see what others are saying first. If there’s really an issue, we can cause a scene later. Besides, many patients haven’t been treated yet; ruining relationships isn’t good."
With a decision made, both of them lowered their guns, raised their hands, and let themselves be shoved out by the Voodoo Gang. Only then did they see other players and the NPC driver were subdued too, while the Voodoo Gang was rummaging through their ambulance.
In order to conveniently access the dicine, the cabin was filled with bottled dicine, large containers of it; after all, those in the Voodoo Gang were gang mbers, lacking any manners.
They opened cans here and there; if sothing looked valuable, they’d pocket it, if not, they’d toss it out of the vehicle casually, with various dicines and capsules rolling all over the ground, claiming to be searching for eavesdropping devices.
The players were infuriated upon seeing this. Although they didn’t have to pay for these, they were all mission items.
The highest-leveled resident broke free from the restraints, stepped forward, grabbed a mber of the Voodoo Gang, and swore.
"What the hell are you doing? These are all dicines! Don’t just dig through them if you don’t know what they are!"
Bang!
With the sound of gunfire, the observing Haitian crowd initially fell silent, but once they confird soone had fired, they scattered like frightened sheep, though a few saw what happened up front and couldn’t believe their eyes.
The resident looked down and saw the white coat rapidly turning red from the abdon, then looked up again, and was confronted by the panic-stricken mber of the Voodoo Gang.
It was a professional habit for them, thinking they were robbing so pharmacy, they instinctively fired.
"Are you seriously firing then? I treated you with respect, didn’t I?"
The resident didn’t feel any pain, just a surge of anger. The dical-grade surgical robotic arm he bought instantly transford into several surgical knives, slashing upward at the person in front, drawing a blood line deep enough to see the brain from abdon to skull.
If the surgical knife blade were longer, he would have sliced them in half.
Even so, the gang mber staggered and fell to the ground, blood gushing out like it was free, staining the resident’s doctor coat bright red, blurring whose blood was whose.
The whole thing happened in an instant; several restrained bodyguard players easily broke free from the gang mber’s grips, successfully counterattacking.
You’re kidding, coming out with you wasn’t for causing trouble, otherwise with just your bunch who can’t even match the Tiger Claw Gang, could you really restrain us?
Swordfish, too, unleashed the mantis blades, turning into Mantis Shrimp.
"Aerial Blade Thrust!"
In a flash, slicing two gang mbers in half, then dashed toward Weasel. While the gang mbers hadn’t reacted, he’d already stepped on Weasel’s face, leaping high with an excited shout.
"Dragon Ascent!"
Bzzz!
Though his excitent hadn’t reached the climax, sparks suddenly flickered on his forehead, paralyzing his body, causing him to fall to the ground, continuously twitching.
However, the greatest blow wasn’t the hacker attack, but...
"Damn it... Ascend... Ascend Empty."
Other bodyguard players who broke free from restraints and were about to fight back experienced the sa thing. After all, the Voodoo Gang had the most hackers, and players lacked anti-hacker awareness. Hackers seed more like enemies existing only in settings, most tis getting eliminated by Lucy and Pandora.
Either that, or so hackers got itchy, hacking into players’ brains, trying to dig up things, triggering the system firewall and directly frying their brains.
As a result, players didn’t consider installing ICE much.
Other non-combative dical Departnt players were either shot dead or incapacitated by hackers, unable to move.
The commotion here quickly drew Placid over.
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