Chapter 1947: Massacre
From their work logs, the two were partners who had only entered the West District ten days ago. Before that, their work records were still in the East District. During these ten days, he had also made considerable gains—besides uncovering three contact routes of the Rebel Army and mastering the movement trajectories of twenty-seven people, including players, along these lines, he had also captured three Outer Zone players. Two of them had already been sent to the East District, but the tattooed man he had just caught hadn't been dealt with yet.
Xu Huo searched for the bracelets they used on the Under Dimension.
The bracelet was named "Poison Sting," with hundreds of models. The agents configured inside the bracelet ranged from anesthesia to painkillers to lethal poison. This type of bracelet was developed specifically for players and had two modes. Simply wearing the bracelet wouldn't have much effect on a person, but the hollow spikes on the bracelet would remain piercing the skin. If someone forcibly destroyed the bracelet, it would automatically trigger the injection mode, and the poison inside the bracelet would be injected into the person's body.
Because players had many ways to escape, this type of bracelet would generally use injection mode once worn. For someone like the tattooed man, if he was unlucky, he would die directly in his coma.
"Beep! Beep!" The work log device in his hand suddenly emitted an alarm sound. Xu Huo paused, immediately threw the device away, and wrapped it continuously with a Space Barrier. Two seconds later, the device exploded, emitting a puff of white smoke before being completely destroyed.
Whether it was because of the player's death or the device itself having a special alarm system, in any case, the people in the East District should have received the notification now.
Xu Huo quickly stuffed the corpse and the other East District player into the "Staff Dormitory," then picked up the mutated plant and left this stronghold.
The moment he stepped out, he felt a Space Power covering over from the direction of the East District. Having just arrived on the street, he directly walked into an open restaurant. But just as he sat down, he felt a gaze sweeping over from the direction of the stronghold.
Acting as if nothing was wrong, he ordered food and sat in the dirty environment waiting. The chopsticks he had just picked up were knocked out of his hand by two drunkards getting up from the next table. He slammed the table and stood up, immediately scuffling with the two of them.
Soon, the feeling of being watched disappeared. But the next second, it was as if space had frozen—everyone on the entire street stopped moving. It wasn't time being frozen, but everyone was stuck in the air. The Space Rays in this area instantly became dense and tight, turning into a Space Barrier that conformed to the forms of people and objects.
Xu Huo maintained the motion of throwing a punch, his eyes darting around like the other diners, trying to escape from this situation.
However, this situation didn't last long. In less than two seconds, everything returned to normal.
But after all, people had been stuck. The boss who was stir-frying had just thrown a handful of seasoning that all stuck to his hand. The drunkards didn't feel anything, but the sober people did. However, they couldn't and didn't dare to investigate deeply. Out of survival instinct, they all chose to leave this place immediately. Even the boss abandoned the drunkard lying in the shop, dropped his spatula, and ran away.
Xu Huo also left with the others. Fortunately, nothing else happened on this street afterward. Instead, a fight broke out several hundred meters away.
The people fighting had used silencing measures, so the commotion didn't spread. But in less than a minute, one side won with overwhelming superiority.
The one who came should be an East District player...
Just as this thought flashed through his mind, Xu Huo felt someone teleport to the front of him. Since there were many people crowded together with him, he maintained the same pace as the others until he got closer, then looked up at the end of the street.
An East District player wearing an Inspector's uniform walked out from the corner.
The appearance of an Inspector, coupled with what had just happened, was not good news for the West District people. Someone shouted, "The East District people are going to make a move!" The street immediately fell into chaos. People rushed out of their homes one after another, running in the opposite direction.
"So it's all true!" someone said with a crying voice. "The East District people really want to kill us all!"
"Run!"
"We're already living worse than dogs and pigs, why do they still want us dead?"
"Aren't Inspectors also West District people? Helping the East District people kill your own compatriots—do you think you'll have a good ending?!"
Countless voices intertwined, but that Inspector only coldly watched the running people, showing no reaction to their cries.
Probably provoked by his attitude, someone took advantage of the chaos to throw garbage at him.
Without a doubt, the things were blocked by a Defense Barrier. The flash of white light terrified everyone around, especially those who had thrown things. Their legs went weak and they collapsed to the ground. "It's a player... it's an East District player..."
East District players were usually elusive, suddenly appearing late at night in the West District—it was impossible not to make people think. So after a brief silence, the noise of fleeing grew louder and louder.
And this East District player didn't care at all about the situation escalating. He raised his prop and actually started killing people!
A sharp sword light swept across the entire street, instantly taking dozens of lives. As blood and human limbs splattered, countless screams rang out.
"Haha!" This scene seemed to please the East District player. He laughed, directly walking into the crowd to massacre wildly, even flattening the buildings on both sides of the street.
"You ants! Lower-class people! Worse than dogs and pigs, and you still deserve to live?"
Screams and pleas for mercy tore through the night sky, simultaneously waking up the entire West District. Not only the Rebel Army, but also the Inspectors living in various places rushed over. Someone—it was unclear which side's player—made a move, using a prop to trap that East District player, isolating the battlefield.
Unfortunately, the few people who acted weren't very powerful. Even several of them together struggled against that East District player. And that East District player wasn't very interested in them. After beating them back, he turned around, broke through the Blockade Barrier, and killed another batch of people.
"Die! Die! All of you die!"
That East District player laughed wildly, frenzied and out of control, not looking like a normal person at all.
However, such an image matched the West District people's fantasy of East District people's bloodlust. Someone took up weapons:
"Either way, we're going to die. Might as well fight back. Even spitting on him would be..."
Unfortunately, before he could finish, this person was harvested by a flash of light.
Only a few people managed to escape this street. After a brief pause, the East District player who had bloodied an entire long street turned and headed toward a more crowded area.
By this time, the vast majority of people were fleeing in panic. Some began begging the Rebel Army to save them.
But the Rebel Army didn't appear. Instead, several people wearing the same Inspector uniforms showed up. They stood on buildings of varying heights, surrounding the murderous East District player in an encirclement formation.
(Chapter End)