Chapter 186 - 186: 184: Thriving!


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    “Too young! Clearly inexperienced! The Metropolis Police don’t care about the safety of civilians at all!”


    “I knew it on the second day of the game. Taking hostages ispletely meaningless!”


    “It is useful, as long as your hostages are under 14 years old, the police won’t shoot. Try it if you don’t believe me.”


    “I won’t try it!”


    “Are you even human?”<div>


    “Compared to the pervert, you won!”


    The scene of the Metropolis Police shooting both robbers and hostages immediately aroused lively discussions among the yers.


    Particrly on video tforms where you canment while watching. Thements exploded instantly, and they had to control the disy area of thements to continue watching the video.


    After the bank robbery ended, the video moved to a cksmith’s shop, where a yer was concentrating on cksmithing.


    “The number of cksmiths in Metropolis has surged, with an increase of 720,000 in a week. The most forged items are — knives and swords.”


    “As for whether it is a knife or a sword, considering that too many cksmiths’ works are too abstract to tell, they are therefore jointly ranked first.”


    The novice cksmith in the footage finished quenching and pulled out a slightly t iron bar from the water trough?


    “The Metropolis ski resort has opened with only a few scattered guests in the first two days. But after the young JK skiing instructor started her ss, the number of guests has surged. So far, a total of 800,9128 membership cards have been issued, securing the sales champion of this month in advance.”


    The gentle JK young girl in the footage, facing students who just couldn’t learn, suddenly pulled out a baseball bat and whacked it on a yer’s back of the head.


    —Skiing does not have a system skill, you really have to learn it yourself.


    The dazed yer fell to the ground after being hit by a bat. Before he could react to what had happened, he saw the JK young girl throw away the bat, kneel down on the ground nervously, and ask: “Are you okay? Does it hurt? I’m sorry!”


    She then gently extended her hand and rubbed the yer’s whacked back of the head.


    The yer on screen has a look of “Who am I? Where am I? What just happened?”


    “In the past week, manypanies, property managers, and security personnel have been deeply troubled by the ‘Spider-Man’ problem. Especially the iconic buildings of the Metropolis – the Twin Towers, where people are constantly seen climbing the outer wall of the building without any protective equipment.”


    In the footage, five yers are connected together with a thin safety rope, trying to climb up the hundred-story Twin Towers.


    However, while the top yer was concentrating on climbing, a window with special anti-peeping treatment was suddenly pushed open from the inside!


    Although it was only pushed up to a 45 -degree angle, it happened to push away the gripping point of this yer’s right hand!


    The yer who was using his right hand to pull himself up suddenly lost his grip. He couldn’t remain attached to the narrow window frame of the outer wall and screamed in desperation as he fell downward!


    What’s worse is that the safety rope, which was supposed to protect him, didn’t catch him at all! Instead, the four people below were pulled down one after another!


    “Ahhhhhhhhhh—” The screams of the five yers ovepped.


    An ordinary staff member who was just holding coffee in one hand and had just pushed the window open with the other, watched the falling “Spider-Men” with a pale face.


    He dumbly withdrew his gaze, expressionlessly closed the window, and disappeared from the footage.


    “This has also led to a lot of bloodshed.”


    Upon hearing this, yers initially thought that the “bloodshed” referred to the yers falling to their death.


    But soon, they saw the five yers who had died from falling revived, rush into the building they had just climbed without saying a word.


    Soon a window was smashed — it was the same one that just had been opened.


    An employee in a suit and his coffee were thrown out of the window, screaming in absolute agony.


    ——These yers actually chose the wrong person to take revenge on. The randomly opened windows were Easter eggs nted by Lincoln after seeing yers climbing buildings with bare hands during the closed beta test.


    And not just the highest Twin Towers, many other tall buildings and characteristic architectures also have simr Easter eggs…


    Added to enhance yers’ gaming fun!


    Of course, this is definitely not going to be mentioned outside… “In the past week, battles have taken ce in every corner of Metropolis.”


    “In every bank, a gunfight is taking ce.”


    “Every gun store is doing bustling business.” “Every convenience store has its cash register pried open.” “Every vending machine has its ss shattered.”


    “Every beverage machine has its coin slot pried open.”


    The voiceover gradually rise from calmness to impassioned—


    “Ownerless cars are being driven away; owned cars, the owners were thrown onto the streets, and still being driven away.”


    “Gunfights on the streets, in shops, in houses, on trains, and even in the bustling square!”


    The battles that took ce in different yer worlds are pieced together into the same world, creating a scene where battles are happening everywhere in Metropolis.


    The war is rampant, and the smoke from gunfire is everywhere!


    The voiceover bes almost deafening— “Because of you, Metropolis today is thriving!!!


    Suddenly, numerous question marks emerged from thement section.


    Looking at the damage and chaos caused by the yers all over Metropolis, it doesn’t feel apparent when yed alone, but when viewed together, even they found it shocking!


    Battles are happening at every corner of the street, every storefront, every building. There’s chaos and destruction everywhere.


    But just when they were beginning to feel a bit introspective, what did the news just say???


    Thriving?!


    A strong urge toin prompted them to startmenting furiously.


    “This is ridiculous!”


    “Is your prosperity measured by the number of gunfights?”


    “Military equipment, insurance, police, the three pir industries of


    Metropolis. ”


    “I don’t agree if there’s no hospital.”


    “Hospital my foot! Pistol at sight! It not only determines superiority but also decides life and death! Directly sent to the crematorium! Even funerary would be more reliable than hospitals!”


    “Reliable indeed! There were 30 million cumtive yer deaths alone, if the dead didn’t turn into light, the funerary would definitely be the number one pir industry! Wouldn’t that give a buy one get one free, half price for second tombstone?!”


    The yers’ excitedints did not hinder the continuation of the video.


    The voiceover passionately finishes saying “thriving!” and the clip ends. The screen goes back to the news studio.


    A male and female host sit in their seats, holding scripts, as if nothing had ever happened.


    It’s just the male host has a thick bandage around his head, with some blood oozing out.


    Still, the female host speaks calmly and continues the broadcast, “At the end of the program, we have an important reminder: a new type of gambling Russian Roulette, is spreading among Metropolis residents, please be vignt!”


    As she speaks, a picture-in-picture appears in the upper left corner of the live broadcast, with five yers standing in a circle.


    One of them opens the bullet chamber of the M1917 Revolver in his hand, loads five bullets, quickly spins the chamber and retracts it into the gun.


    The yers then take turns holding the gun to their heads. Whoever gets the empty chamber is the winner, who can take away the gambling money of the yer who got the bullet.


    “What’s the problem with this?” The yers were puzzled.


    You im gunfights are thriving, does ying a round of Russian Roulette count as a big deal?