CHAPTER 303: CHAPTER 98: I’M WAITING FOR LEVEL 10, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?

This was a premeditated ambush.

The boss risked his life to lure these guys to the ambush point, there’s no way he would let them escape so easily.

This is also where the Trauma Team fell into a blind spot of habitual thinking. They naively thought that the mercenaries they encountered each time weren’t the same batch, merely hired cannon fodder sent to die, incapable of large-scale coordinated combat.

They even misunderstood the aim of these people, thinking they were just like before, only there to snatch members.

But they could never imagine that these people had been together from the start, and some had even been killed by them twice already, even more surprised that the target of this operation wasn’t the members, but them.

"Are you aiming?"

In a rooftop shack, the newly arrived expert had already aimed a dual-rocket launcher at a hovering car ascending, these things holding the high ground and attacking from above had players at a serious disadvantage, only to be shot dead by machine guns.

Thanks to the chaotic architecture of Night City, hiding inside makes it virtually impossible to be noticed.

The expert raised a thumb, "It’s alright."

He looked at those four vector jet engines, his eyes full of envy.

This game really is interesting, no wonder the higher-ups value it so much, it’s just that the guns are a bit peculiar to use.

The recoilless rifle in his hands was a new model, the larger-charged shells had been tested several times already, completely capable of penetrating 800mm of uniform steel plate, but controlling it was quite tricky, other players might not be able to aim precisely, so only an expert could handle it.

The rocket launcher’s trigger is especially large, and pulling it feels great.

Feeling the heat transmitted from his shoulder and back, the rocket streaked out with a trail of smoke, accurately hitting the back of the ascending hover car.

Despite the changing times, which brought lighter, stronger alloys to this world and these were widely used in hover cars and even hover carriers, ultimately nothing could transcend being hit by a rocket launcher meant certain death.

The shaped charge penetrated the armor plate, the incandescent stream of metal jetted into the cabin instantly engulfed everything inside, Stokes and other passengers didn’t even let out a single scream, burned to death, the entire hover car crashed towards the ground.

On the ground, those thirty or so trauma team members watched as more and more players gathered around, numbering at least three times them, their eyes filled with helplessness, they could only try to hold their ground using their weapons and terrain.

"They’re just too many! We need support, where’s the nearest Trauma Team elite?"

The Santo Domingo district manager was extremely stressed, who would’ve thought that so many mercenaries were ready to ambush Trauma Team without letting any news slip out?

Are these people connected telepathically or something?

Furthermore, what is Night City’s illegal weapons management doing, letting so many rocket launchers into the city?

The employee nearby also realized the severity of the situation, nervously asked, "Do we need to call for help from headquarters?"

With so many hover cars and teams lost, his time as manager was definitely over, if he didn’t rescue the people and still called for help, he was sure to be cemented and sunk into the river by the higher-ups.

"Where’s the nearest troops? Deploy them all! We absolutely have to get the people out today, and take down all these guys."

He paced back and forth in the hall, frantically thinking about the right tactics at the moment.

At this point, he could only make his best efforts on the ERO side to preserve his team.

"Get me in contact with the ERO top executives, I need to talk to them, and find someone to contact the bio-tech and military-tech folks to see if cooperation is possible."

His subordinates nodded continuously, not daring to delay, they went to work.

As a company invested by the municipality, Trauma Team found contacting ERO was far too easy.

"Mr. Caster, hello, is there anything I can help with?"

The awkward part was, Tangkx was just eliminated by them recently, so he didn’t recognize this new red-haired woman.

"Who are you?"

"Gloria Martinez, acting director of ERO."

Since the conflict between the two parties came to the fore, even eliminated the original director, the main director position has remained vacant, shareholders pulled out investments, ran away, and even Kotaisky didn’t have the time to handle things here.

It was only after the bio-tech and military-tech teams stepped in to stabilize the chaotic situation quickly, that Gloria, with her notably outstanding performance lately, was appointed as the acting director.

A woman who was merely an emergency worker two months ago, now suddenly became director, yet no one envied her.

Because everyone knew this position was a target, in their view, sitting in it was no different from seeking death, there wasn’t even room for opinion.

"I don’t care who’s backing you, immediately have your people stop, if my people suffer any harm, none of your hospital staff should expect to see the sunrise tomorrow alive."

Starting straight away with death threats, he was desperate, it wasn’t a matter of money, but his life.

Caster didn’t even consider whether the other party would agree, he only demanded to buy time, drag until the support troops arrive to slaughter all the mercenaries on-site, then he would personally lead people to ERO hospital to fabricate evidence, turn the situation into an ironclad case, maybe even have a chance to survive.