Chapter 251 - 251: 249: The Ending of “Involution”<div>
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Whether ordinary individual yers, or members of other grand alliances, or even professional yer teams from several clubs, all of them put on the red clothes!
After experiencing being “universally red” in the morning battles and all yers wearing other-colored clothes being eliminated, everyone had no choice but to make early preparations.<div>
Even the most professional yers had to restrain their arrogance and put on red clothes to qualify.
Upon seeing this, Lincoln could no longer hold back hisughter.
Mavis was also shaking withughter.
Everyone wearing the same colored clothes is like everyone wearing nothing.
With the number of qualifying yers unchanged, everyone forming alliances is the same as no one forming alliances!
Everything returns to square one!
Everyone reluctantly put on red clothes, but it didn’t help their performance at all.
Is this the oue of internal strife?
Everyone paid a certain price, yet they all returned to the starting line, seemingly wearing themselves out.
However, at least the goal of the poster who started this has been indirectly achieved–
The influence of all the grand yer alliances has beenpletely eliminated, at least during the preliminary selection phase.<div>
All external influences have been leveled so that everyone is back in a rtively fairpetitive environment.
From this perspective, he actually did something extraordinary- – with his own effort, hepletely changed thepetitive environment of the game. Of course, only Lincoln and Mavis knew about these things, even Randall’s operations team doesn’t have the energy to check what clothes the yers are wearing before starting the game.
Naturally, yers didn’t know either.
Lincoln and Mavis huddled together, full of schadenfreude, watching the baffled yers.
At first, they still abided by the “cooperation without alliance” principle, not fighting when they met each other and continuing on their way or searching for supplies.
Arming themselves and gathering teammates went very smoothly; for the first half-hour of the game, there was hardly any gunfire.
During this process, bothmentators and audience members changed from being confused to taking delight in the bizarre situation.
Commentators spected when the yers would finally notice what was happening.
Thements section was even simpler, with discussions about fairness and whether the officials should intervene vanishing – reced entirely by
“hahahaha.”
Everyone collectively became fun-loving people.<div>
It’s no wonder; the scene was just too ridiculous!
In apetition themed around a massive melee, yers who were supposed to be enemies were obliviously walking alongside each other due tock of critical information.
Some even chatted for a moment, wondering, “Strange, howe we haven’t seen a single enemy?”
This was met with countless mockingments: “Because the enemy is right in front of you, stupid!”
It took a full half hour for the yers on the field to start noticing the anomalies.
Rational yers began to quietly gather teammates and distance themselves from other yers, attempting to hide in buildings for some cover.
Less sensible yers were more reckless, immediately opening fire!
[Snow-licking de], who had been walking among the crowd, also realized: Hadn’t heard any gunfire for so long, could it be that all yers on the entire map were “Red Clothed Army” members?
Doesn’t that mean everyone walking around him is an enemy??
He had just thought of this when, before he could think further, a sudden burst of intense gunfire erupted from behind him!
Like a frightened bird, Snow-licking de reflexively raised his gun, didn’t even aim, and began shooting forward!<div>
Then, without stopping, he turned around to fire another round behind him!
Unfortunately, just halfway through his turn, he felt a continuous impact on his back and then quickly lost his strength.
As he fell to the ground, he already understood that the yers behind him made the same choice as he did.
Under the director’s main view, this area almost turned into a brutal, indiscriminate massacre, with everyone firing wildly as if crazed!
Moreover, the chaos was sudden, and the battles took ce right on the main street, with no cover at all!
Even the cover provided by the yers’ bodies disappeared quickly as their health dropped, no longer blocking the view, and the death rate of the yers soared incredibly!
Even teammates standing close together couldn’t protect each other, let alone those standing further apart, and all they could do was to shoot indiscriminately!
Death came too quickly, and now was the time to grab points!
ying teammates didn’t deduct points anyway, so just go for it!
Gunfire was everywhere! The continuous, deafening sound of guns was like the firecrackers of Chinese New Year’s Eve!
In the upper right corner of the live streaming screen, the director brought up the real-time death records of the yers, now so fast that only afterimages remained!
Every second, tens to a hundred yers died, vanishing in an instant.
The intensity of the carnage was jaw-dropping!
This rapid death continued for over twenty seconds until the yers on the main street became sparse, and the unlucky teams were almost wiped out, their death records slowing down.
This kind of situation was really a test of luck.
With yers standing so close together, and gunfireing from all directions, your skills, speed, and uracy didn’t matter; you couldn’t
influence the overall situation or save yourself and your team.
The only thing that could help you was elusive luck…
At this point, if you looked back at the battlefield, the main street was left with only scattered guns, ammunition, and various containers.
In less than thirty seconds, these yers had achieved the number of kills it would take nearly an hour to achieve in a normal game just a few days before.
Impressive efficiency!
And this kind of scene probably wouldn’t happen again.
During thest day of the preliminary selection fight tomorrow, yers would still wear their red clothes, if they wanted, but this battle would serve as a wake-up call for them all: Be wary of “allies” also wearing red clothes at the beginning of the game!
Lincoln couldn’t help but exim, “What an incredible battle!”
“Mmm-hmm,” Mavis nodded vigorously.
“It’s a pity that it’s just a temporary event; otherwise, I’d definitely give them an achievement,” said Lincoln, with regret, “How about ‘The First Vendetta
Battle of the Metropolis’?”
Mavis raised her head and looked at him, as if asking: Are you serious?
“Alright, alright,” Lincoln raised his hands in surrender, “Would ‘Metropolis Meat Grinder’ sound better?”
“Hmph!” Mavis huffed, pulled down the arm he had raised, and leaned on him to continue watching the battle.
Lincoln didn’t mind, patting her little head and watching the battle with her.
However, with the elimination of the Red Armored Brigade’s unexpected situation, the actual battlefield had returned to the state it was in a few days ago, with small teams fighting on their own, in a chaotic manner.
Upgraded trench warfare, bomb maniacs, arsonists…
And the upgraded cold weapon gamey: teammates shoot to cover while rushing in with cold weapons.
The yers were already proficient in various game strategies.
After adapting for several days, thementators had also fully mastered the key points of the game, were able to predict and analyze the yers’ actions well, and no longer faced the initial embarrassment of being contradicted whilementing.
Everything seemed to be gradually getting better.
But as Lincoln watched the game, he thought: You can only enjoy this harmonious and ideal state for onest day.
When Saturday’s Final Battle Dayes, I have some new surprises prepared for you!