Wildman coughed: "Hijacking a plane at the airport and harming neutral NPCs is a violation, and it could lead to account suspension. Besides, no one here knows how to fly a plane."
"Also, Night City mostly uses hover cars and doesn’t have much aviation fuel. Blowing it up wouldn’t have much impact."
Big Guy: "If that doesn’t work, how about we capture Huang Ban Meizhi alive, take some scandalous photos, and threaten her to pull back?"
Everyone: "You’re even better!"
Master: "No need to think about it. Huang Ban Meizhi is discreetly protected by a hundred-person team whenever she enters or exits a place. They’re all at least level 20 mini-bosses. If we attack together, we’ll just be fodder."
Potato: "I think you just want to chase a woman and lose, that’s why you thought of such a bad idea. You still can’t forget her, Feng Feng."
Big Guy: "Get lost, I already forgot about Empress ages ago!"
Potato: "I haven’t even mentioned who it is, and you’ve already forgotten, huh? You remember better than I do."
The two joked for a bit to lighten the mood, but it was Super Balloon from the Truth Department, who had just joined the chat channel, that actually put forward a suggestion.
"Since we can’t extinguish the fire, why not let it burn fiercely? If it burns to the point that even Huang Ban can’t stand it, won’t he give up?"
Good Bro: "Big Bro, do you want to burn all of Night City?"
PR Department: "Harming neutral NPCs can get you suspended."
Everyone thinks this idea is nonsense; the fire is already out of control, how could it be expanded further?
But the Truth Department then explained his real idea:
"Harming neutral NPCs can get you suspended, but aren’t Huang Ban and us already in opposition?"
"Then let’s burn Huang Ban!"
"Let’s direct the fire to the Huang Ban seashore. See if they can sit tight."
Master: "That’s actually feasible. As long as the big fire at Huang Ban seashore can delay their personnel, we can extinguish the fire before them, and it’ll be too late for them even if they try to turn back."
Brother Ni: "But how do you start the fire? There’re plenty of people on Huang Ban’s grounds; we can’t just drive a fuel truck past their blockade. Doing so is likely to have repercussions."
"The direction of this world is influenced by us. If we drive a fuel truck, Huang Ban might pin the fire at Watson District on us."
You all heard what that NCPD captain said. Shameless as it was, it’s best not to let them get any evidence, or it’s going to be disgusting."
Jianxue: "I have an idea."
"If we can’t walk past, why don’t we fly over?"
PR Department: "Are you saying →_→...?"
Good Bro shivered: "Don’t look at me; I’m not going. I’m afraid of heights."
After that day, he didn’t dare look down from his building even after logging out. He awoke from dreams jumping off cliffs.
PR Department wanted to persuade him, as this was a great opportunity for Super Balloon to make a name, a couple of lives are nothing in comparison.
The Hell Diver of Super Balloon can’t fear airdrops!
Truth Department made a face of concern for his younger brother:
"Forget it, there’s no need, the task isn’t more important than my little brother’s life."
PR Department: "What if the task fails? Shouldn’t we waste the sacrifice of so many people?"
The Truth Department’s voice was full of inner conflict and struggle, but he finally seemed to come to a decision:
"If it really won’t work... then I’ll go! I’ll fly the plane and die for my younger brother!"
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"Okay, it’s settled then."
The Truth Department’s change in attitude was faster than flipping a page. Without any attempts to keep him, he immediately created a new channel with Wildman and Jianxue.
"My little brother’s sacrificing so much, shouldn’t we show some appreciation..."
"Hey! Just a little more? Add a bit more, can’t we strap a couple pounds more explosives on him if needed? They’re not coming back anyway, dismantling his legs can free up space to carry twenty pounds more... Hey! Hey! Add five hundred more, how about it? Add five hundred, and I’ll throw in the PR Department with him as a package deal..."
Ignoring the Truth Department’s bargaining, Wildman turned to Jianxue:
"By the way, where’s Tutu? Why isn’t he in the channel, he clearly hasn’t died yet."
Jianxue: "Tutu? He said he got captured alive by Huang Ban’s people and is enduring torture, but he doesn’t feel much and is enjoying acting tough."
An amazing plan swiftly spread among players’ channels, with everyone admiring their creativity and stepping forward to offer themselves as candidates.
To them, at worst it’s only dying for three days, and they can be a hero again afterward.
But missing out on participating in such an exciting plan would be a big loss!
Yet Tutu had no choice; he and Shui Yue were captured alive and couldn’t get involved. Shui Yue figured he’d definitely die, escape wasn’t possible, so he just logged off to mind his own business on the way back.
After logging off, Shui Yue was kicked and punched without reaction, Huang Ban’s hackers accessed him and found his mind empty, eventually diagnosing him as brain dead, which led to Huang Ban’s agents being reprimanded by their superiors, thinking it was their fault.
Thus, all tricks were used on Tutu, but as the saying goes, familiarity breeds confidence, Tutu wasn’t anxious in the slightest.
Bound hand and foot to the table and chair, with two glaring incandescent lamps aimed at his face, the room was cramped and narrow.
His whole body wasn’t left unharmed, striped with blood by whips, fingernails completely removed, subjected to truth serum and drugs, they’ve even tried water torture.