Players Invade Cyberpunk

Chapter 1214 - 393: An Eye for an Eye, a Tooth for a Tooth (Part 3)

The human body can withstand 8G, which is already the limit; beyond this value, the eyeballs would pop out.However, players modified to a super-high degree have less than 50g of brain tissue left. Their tolerance for G-force acceleration and electronic equipment is extremely high, and training devices increase G-force up to 18G while they still maintain normal consciousness.

This is the limit of the testing machine, not theirs.

Voices from the command tower and logistics came through my Divine Power earphones.

"Check the front and rear flaps."

"Flaps are normal."

"Weapons system check."

"Cannon system, missile system are normal."

"Front airspace is clear."

"Permission to take off."

"Depart!"

The engines ignite, the blazing jets swiftly transition from red to blue, and the fuselage rises vertically five feet off the ground before beginning to turn and accelerate.

With a swoosh

Engine power is increased, and my Divine Power jet leads the flight out, followed closely by twelve other fighters, tracing white streaks across the sky and disappearing into the horizon.

"Just Wood-013, heading 1-7-1, did you receive?"

"Just Wood-013 received, flying towards direction 1-7-1, altitude 3,000 feet."

"Target, 120 kilometers, activate main weapons."

Watching the planes leave, ground mechanic Flame Demon commented regretfully.

"What a pity, if only we could have waited a few more days, once we’ve hammered out the early warning aircraft and the unmanned wingman, we wouldn’t have to fight alone."

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"Look at these guys, scurrying and hiding everywhere like cockroaches, hahaha."

Flying the fighter-bomber over players’ heads, Vincent laughed heartily as he turned the jet for another round of bombardment.

"Be careful, Vincent, maybe these cockroaches will crawl onto your plane, just like those Cubans encountered, crawling into your pants."

"Screw you, that’s because those idiots were so incompetent, they actually let people get that close. If it were me, I’d have turned them into mince for pizza long ago."

They were fearless of potential threats because this place was neither in the Military Science protection zone nor in an air defense area; Horizon Corporation having no air force was a well-known fact.

Ahead, two air force squadrons were patrolling, ready to assist at any time, so they just need to proceed with the bombing actions happily here.

Turning the nose, Vincent once again returned to the village’s airspace, but this time, facing players already hidden in the ruins, he used bombs instead of cannons.

"I’m back, little cockroaches! Hahaha, this time it’s the big ones coming."

Bombs were dropped one after the other like they were free, mushroom clouds rose, shaking the earth to its core.

Europeans were never stingy with munitions; they’d drop as many as they had, no less aggressive than the United States in its heyday.

The ruins were plowed over and over, and the bodies, originally intact, were blown into ashes.

Yet, just as Vincent was enthusiastically bombing, a voice came through the channel from another squadron.

"Attention, this is Angry Shark-72; we have detected multiple aerial signals intruding, heading toward your direction."

"Missiles?"

"No, fighter jets, but very strange, not planes from Military Technology, unidentified signals."

They didn’t immediately suspect Horizon Corporation, but that didn’t deter them from considering the intruders as enemies.

"Let these Americans see our prowess."

Vincent grinned bloodthirstily and immediately abandoned his path.

Fighter-bombers also possess air combat capabilities, just with a bulkier fuselage packed with more aerial bombs.

"Vincent, this is Phoenix, I’m beside you."

Vincent looked at the radar and said.

"Targets on radar, rapidly approaching, confirmed two enemy planes, altitude 6,000 feet, let’s each take one and show them some flair."

"They’re very fast!"

Squeal—

Before sighting the enemy aircraft, they saw tracer rounds first.

Vincent dodged, tens of tracer rounds barely missing him, followed closely by a fighter jet swooping past him.

Vincent immediately turned around, attempting to chase and lock, but in the blink of an eye, they had already separated by kilometers, leaving only sesame-sized dots.

Determined not to lose face, he only wanted to be the first in the squad to shoot down the enemy jet, immediately cranking up the throttle for pursuit.

However, contrary to his expectation, the pilot on that jet was not the novice he had assumed.

With consecutive rounds of flares dodging locks, as the distance between both sides continued to narrow, the enemy aircraft raised its nose in a sharp climb, executing a tight deceleration maneuver.

Unable to react in time, Vincent immediately shot past the opponent, exposing his tail.

"Damn, it’s the Pugachev Cobra maneuver!"

"Enemy jet locked on! Quickly release flares!"

"Here comes another round, release the second batch of flares."

"30mm cannon incoming."

Vincent only felt a rumble in the aircraft, the right wing damaged, affecting the entire jet’s maneuverability.

"I’ve been hit."

"They’ve locked me! I’m out of flares!"

"Eject!"

No matter how much he had bragged before, survival was now the priority.

Pulling the ejection handle, with a thunderous blast, what’s left of him and the cockpit was shot out together, watching as his aircraft was pursued and shot down, crashing to the ground in a ball of smoke and fire.

"Fuck! I’m gonna kill him! I’m gonna kill him!"

Feeling the ultimate humiliation, Vincent was extraordinarily furious, but now, reduced to a mere torso, he could only seal off the cockpit as he descended under the parachute’s deceleration, awaiting friendly forces for rescue.

Regrettably, those who found him first weren’t allies, but a bunch of angry players.

Semi-conscious from the impact, Vincent could only faintly hear some voices.

"Damn it, let’s just kill him; he enjoyed bombing us so much earlier."

"Hey, killing him would be too easy; let’s give him a real taste."

"What do you mean, a real taste?"

"Weren’t these guys brags about screwing all the women at Havana’s clubs? Have the residents deal with him there, then transport him to West Fire Grass, earning us some extra, killing three birds with one stone, our revenge fulfilled."

"Whoa, you’re savage."

(During the Korean Battle period, the massacres by germs against Koreans were no less severe than what the Neon People did at Tokyo University; the air force killed on sight and bombed buildings, implementing a scorched-earth policy to strike at the People’s Army)