Chapter 1400: Who Is the Hero
"How did that aircraft get up there?" the mayor immediately asked.
All the robots within the city were under the control of the Gentleman player, and almost all the space-restriction props and instruments held by the district government players had failed. This meant the opponent was likely wielding either an extremely rare high-level prop or a jamming device from a higher wormhole point.
Of course, the district government had already judged that the opponent was most likely using a jamming device. The reason he hadn't shown himself was that he was definitely not a Super Player or a famous A-level player in the game whose strength rivaled that of a Super Player.
The opponent had come prepared. With everything in place, how could anyone still manage to successfully get an aircraft up there?
"That aircraft didn't fly up; it was hoisted up by someone..." The gold badge player hadn't finished speaking before his expression changed drastically the next second. "Control is failing..."
But before he could finish, he noticed all the robots' eyes lit up again. That brief moment had been nothing more than a flash in the pan!
Inside the pharmaceutical factory, the Gentleman player, who had been sitting hunched on a stack of wine crates, stopped swirling his glass. His eyes turned vicious as he stared at the man fifty meters away. Then, musical staff lines carrying notes shot out from behind him, dense as a giant web, sweeping along the floor and ceiling toward the man!
The staff lines seemed to have the effect of instantly stripping someone of their ability to resist. Now, the lines filled the entire space. Unless the opponent left, there was absolutely no way to escape—that was what the Gentleman player thought. But when the staff lines pierced through the man and he vanished on the spot, his expression shifted slightly. He immediately stood up and swung the staff lines toward his right side, but stopped just inches from the man because of a single sentence from him:
"Want to try that again?"
The Gentleman player stared at the remote-like object Xu Huo was holding, then shifted his gaze to his face. After a moment, he laughed. "I appreciate a vengeful person. But revenge and holding a grudge are two different things. I haven't come looking for you yet, and you've come to me first?"
Xu Huo smiled back. "In the restaurant, you were the one who set me up first. When it comes to retaliation, it's not my turn to be the one getting back at you. Besides, it seems like you owe me a favor that you absolutely have to repay."
The Gentleman player's expression had already returned to normal. He stepped down from the wine crates and slowly paced along the aisle between two rows of cultivation beds, tapping on the glass covers of the beds as he walked. "Is that a Super Prop you're holding?"
This sealed room in the pharmaceutical factory was filled entirely with cultivation beds. Each bed was about one and a half meters long and one meter wide, arranged continuously and neatly. Strange-shaped objects resembling stones or fungi, in various colors, filled the nutrient tanks. Some had even crawled up to the sides and the glass covers above. The murky colors seemed to seep outward under the light, merging with the faces reflected on the glass...
"Is that a Super Device you're holding?" Xu Huo answered a question with a question. The space instruments within the new district government city had all failed, and ordinary space props couldn't function either. This suggested that what controlled the city was likely a Super Prop or a Super Device. However, since "Three Seconds of Life" had worked when he entered, the Gentleman player was probably wielding some kind of device. And since his own threat had worked, it meant the Gentleman player's mission this time wasn't over yet.
Hmm, it was also possible that he wanted the prop in Xu Huo's hands.
"Perfectly targeting the new district government city, I'm guessing the restaurant owner gave you some must-do tasks. You're holding the device he gave you, and you don't dare leave until the mission is complete." Walking along the edge of the cultivation beds, Xu Huo matched his pace.
"Being able to produce a device of this level means the restaurant owner not only has a deep background but is also likely very powerful. He entrusted this task to you, and you don't dare to mess it up."
The Gentleman player stopped, maintaining a polite smile. "Let me tell you something instead. The Super Prop in your hand probably isn't a combat-type prop, or else you wouldn't just wave it around and put it away."
"As for that fake in your hand, stop embarrassing yourself with it. If you're afraid of having your prop taken, then don't come out. With that, you think you can play the hero?"
As he spoke, his expression turned mocking.
"Isn't it you who's playing the hero?" Xu Huo's expression shifted slightly. "Don't you know who's behind the new district government?"
The Gentleman player didn't understand his meaning.
Xu Huo pointed upward with his finger. "Turn on the projector outside, and you'll see what's going on."
He paused there, then gave a meaningful smile.
Though the provocation was obvious, it often worked. The Gentleman player scowled and activated the aircraft. The projection instantly filled the entire factory's ceiling.
What appeared was a scene of bustling activity. The streets and buildings, spotless and full of technological flair, were completely different from the new district government city. They were even more than the Ya clan and 023-zone players had ever dreamed of in their visions of home. The people in the image had rosy complexions and light steps, clearly never having gone hungry or suffered much hardship...
But then, as someone on a high platform said something, the scene began to change. One head after another exploded, more shocking than any horror movie. The panicked people running for their lives either cried out loudly to the young man above them for help or cursed at those watching from within the protective barrier.
Whether it was terrified weeping or helpless despair, at that moment, human life had become meaningless. Who would care about their anger and despair?
Fireworks bloomed across the city.
This was the video evidence of the head fireworks that Xu Huo had obtained from various channels before leaving Fresh Flower City—not just the one he had experienced.
These things couldn't be spread on the 001-zone's Message Collection Terminal, but they could be saved through other means. To other districts, this was just "external zone affairs" that had nothing to do with them. But to the new district government, it was a completely different story!
"Shoot down all the aircraft immediately!" the mayor ordered coldly to the players protecting him.
This was a forced command. The guards had no family members being held hostage and only followed the mayor's orders. In less than a second, all the aircraft in the air exploded, and some players began advancing toward the factory.
"Boom!!!"
With a violent tremor, a scorching hot air current swept through the entire city before the explosion sound even arrived. A large number of buildings collapsed, and within that range, the flames were rapidly pulled down in an instant. A brief clarity appeared over the new city—and because of this, the blue flames erupting from a facility half a city away from the pharmaceutical factory became even more conspicuous!
The second explosion that followed made the mayor's legs go weak. He shoved away the players who came to support him and screamed hoarsely, "Go grab people! Grab people! Grab as many as you can, and evacuate from 023-zone immediately!"
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(Chapter End)