But a gang mber on the sidelines continued to complain softly
"In the end, it’s all because Brigitte killed the doctor and brought this on us. The doctor was here to help, and you ended up killing him, dragging us all down with you."
"What did you say?"
The hacker’s augnted organs were highly sensitive, and he looked in disbelief at the person speaking.
"You’d rather trust those outsiders than your compatriot Brigitte? Those corporate dogs were after the Sea God’s subnet, the doctor was just a ruse—you’ve all been deceived!"
His tone was filled with anguished anger
"Don’t you know how much Brigitte and we have done for Haiti over the years? We supplied the clinic with dicines for over a decade. How many brothers died from company retaliation, yet those doctors’ few days of favors swayed you?"
So hung their heads, seemingly ashad, while others remained indifferent to what the hacker said.
"Easy for you to say. Sure, you all make sacrifices, and we don’t. Last year, when Lorent was killed by the Animal Gang, only Placid attended his funeral. When we couldn’t afford food this year, you didn’t say a word."
They usually wouldn’t dare say such things, but now that everyone was filled with resentnt and on the brink of death, they didn’t care.
"Every month, you hackers take most of the gang’s earnings, and the brothers below live hand-to-mouth, with no money for dical treatnt."
Every newborn in the Haitian community is tested for hacker talent by the age of six or seven. Those with talent receive focused training, while those without beco henchn. The disparity in resources is imnse.
In the past, people could say these children were blessed by the Sea God to gloss over things, but in the face of reality, so discontent was inevitable.
Yet they could endure. Even when the Voodoo Gang provoked the Internet Supervisor, the Haitians were willing to shelter them. When they provoked companies or other gangs, the henchn would risk their lives to fight back.
Until this ti, when Brigitte clashed with the down-to-earth Placid and killed those doctors, igniting the conflict completely.
The hacker, in a fit of rage, released an electromagnetic interference Demonic Puppet on the few complaining gang mbers, and they imdiately fell unconscious.
"Everyone, calm down. Once Brigitte returns, we can fight back and take revenge! Otherwise...otherwise...we’ll end up like them..."
Saying this, the hacker realized he was being impulsive, but there was no turning back now, so he was forced to continue.
If everyone here were Brigitte’s people, they might hold on a bit longer, but unfortunately, Michelle and Lin Miao had already discussed similar scenarios.
As a Haitian began to whisper surrender, he quietly moved behind the hacker. While the hacker was demonstrating his power by shocking a few troubleso gang mbers, this guy suddenly punched the hacker in the back of the head, knocking him out cold.
Seeing his actions, everyone around was startled and quickly pointed their guns at the attacker, while he looked at the hacker on the ground and said,
"Brothers, don’t bla us. We all want to live. My mom is waiting for upstairs. If sothing happens to , she’s done for."
Everyone here was old acquaintances and knew about his widowed mother, but when he said this, others thought of their own relatives and friends. Coupled with the persuasive Haitian surrender offer on the radio, their spirits were almost broken.
Seeing the crowd’s hesitation, he pressed harder,
"Alright, if you’re willing to surrender, co with . If you don’t want to, stay here. If we survive, we’ll take care of your families."
With that, he strode briskly towards the door.
Upon hearing this, several indecisive gang mbers rushed behind him, and seeing others follow, the rest quickly joined in.
They were like a herd of sheep led by a leader, moving to the edge of the tunnel, raising their guns high above their heads.
The leader shouted at the outside at the turn, "We surrender! We surrender!"
"Fuck, are you kidding ? This soft?"
The giant with a heavy machine gun by the fire was utterly disappointed.
"I was hoping they would hold out. The more we kill, the more points we earn."
Potato said, "Do you think everyone is like you, three days and you’re good as new? If you’ve got the guts, why don’t you show so spine to your wife."
"Screw your mother..."
The giant wanted to retort but feared this jerk might snitch to his wife, forcing him to wash dishes for days—it wasn’t worth the trouble, so he just turned his head, pretending not to hear.
"Heh, quite a few of them."
Standing on high ground, a master craned his neck to see; there were seven or eight of them.
"Drop the guns on the ground, tie their hands and take them out."
Brother Ni said, "Take them out? Forget it, let them walk out themselves."
Having experienced the sewer battle, no player dared to go out. With the way they were dressed, they would be laughed at for life if seen.
Besides, the loot phase was coming up. According to the mission conditions, the advanced equipnt and hackers inside were pri targets for points, and no one wanted others to take them.
The master shook his head but didn’t insist, "Then I’ll escort them out. Everyone on the way, watch out, in case anyone left inside gets desperate and charges out."
He knew the players were hoping these prisoners would escape—they wouldn’t hesitate to finish them for points if they did—but the master couldn’t let that happen.
Many players were casualties too. Of the thirty or so who ca down, more than half were casualties—to be precise, more than half were dead. Heavily injured players imdiately asked their teammates to finish them off.
This body wasn’t playable for them anymore; ti to switch accounts.
More and more began running out with their guns to surrender, but occasionally gunshots echoed, signaling internal conflicts. But as fewer erged, the players couldn’t wait any longer and started to venture inside.
The tunnel was one-way, so no guides were needed. Those hiding from the Voodoo Gang were concealed in compartnts, and now that they’d all fled, only empty abandoned carriages remained.
The first sight was the unconscious hacker on the ground.
Wildman waved a hand to Brother Ni and said, "Carry him out as a server account. Maybe we can score so points in Cyberspace later."
Brother Ni nodded, then turned around and said to the Mongolian Toplaner following behind,
"You carry him over there."
"Damn, subcontracting on top of subcontracting, huh? Uncle not appointing you as CEO is a real loss."
The Mongolian Toplaner cursed, but didn’t argue further. He carried the hacker and ran back, fearing the other might change his mind.
After all, it ant he’d be given points—too good to miss out on.
With the periter hackers defeated, the number of players entering the Sea God’s subnet surged, mounting pressure on the Voodoo gang hackers inside.
So players even had the ti to develop new strategies.
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