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The “local residents” looked fearfully at the hordes of monsters crawling over and took two steps in Xia Tian’s direction.
Doug expressionlessly glanced at the three of them. No one else spoke either. Everyone tried not to look at them, and the atmosphere was stiff and dour.
The young man who had lost his teammate seemed to want to say something, but Doug put up a finger, making a “shhh” gesture towards him, and then there was only eerie silence.
Although no one had seen this thing before, the Killing Show players possesed instincts, strong instinct to survive.
They had survived countless battles against all kinds of mutant creatures, and their free time was also spent fighting monsters in the training program, studying the new products of the Gene Studio, and summarizing the types of mutations.
The moment they saw this thing, all of them noticed the same thing: It had no eyes.
It relied on sound.
The very moment the monster started killing, no one gave a reminder but everyone on the scene fell into a tacit deathly silence.
At this moment, the child on the back of the man trembled. The man quickly looked back and asked, “Are you awake, Lil’ Fei?”
Not far ahead of him, a white monster shook and raised its blade-like head toward his direction. The next second, it suddenly leapt up, and like a giant garbage bag, it lunged at the man.
The surrounding Killing Show players merely watched this scene, without raising their guns. No one wanted to do anything. Everyone wanted these “residents” to disappear.
They didn’t know if the Upper City was doing this to get them to put on a sad show in front of the cameras, but none of them were stupid enough to fall for it. This was just rubbing salt onto the wounds.
While this was going on, a rocket drew an arc in the air and steadily hit the monster that was rushing over.
The bomb’s accuracy was first-rate. It exploded in mid-air, scattering the monster’s fragments in all directions as it dragged its flaming strip.
The loud bang made all the monsters raise their heads and put on an attack stance, but at that moment, several other rockets, plus several large caliber pistols and energy guns, hit the pale leaf-like monsters from different angles. Xia Tian could immediately see that the other side had a clear line of attack and was clearing out a route.
The light and shadow on the street changed in an irregular pattern. Not a single person was hurt.
Xia Tian turned his head to look in the direction from where the initial attack started. It was a dark alleyway where a young man was standing, half of his body was in the light, while the other half was plunged into shadows. He was carrying a 20mm rocket launcher over his shoulder that looked like it was a commemorative edition of the Destroyer.
He was very young, and was wearing a dirty T-shirt stained with gunpowder, oil and blood, but a beam of light was shining directly on him, making him look like a light source faintly shining in the darkness, drawing everyone’s attention.
He waved his hand at them and shouted, “This way!”
From the window of a residential building down the street, another young man’s voice yelled, “The route is safe, hurry up!”
The players stared at the scene dumbfounded. They were unable to react.
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The “local” family scurried towards the alley with their child, whereas the Killing Show contestants stood blankly, looking at the guy carrying the rocket launcher in disbelief.
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On the stage in the Upper City, which had cost a fortune to build, they had also seen the same face on the holographic screen, the face of the star who was acting as Bai Lin.
Here, he was Bai Lin.
Xia Tian stared at the heroic movie-like scene unfolding in front of him. The man was beckoning his friends to clear out the escape route and save the common people. Everyone’s eyes and movements unconsciously followed him. He was handsome and radiant, and had a calm demeanor, like he could solve everything.
Xia Tian’s heart thumped erratically, his hands and feet were cold, and he had a death grip on his gun.
He wasn’t sure what he wanted to do.
Maybe he wanted to kill the “residents” and “rebels” created in this Upper City party. In this bloody massacre, it was very fitting for them to turn into corpses. But the massacre wasn’t real. After all, the whole place was just a stage.
He himself was nothing more than a star for the amusement of the Upper World.
“Bai…Bai Lin?” Whoever was next to him voiced out.
“But, how could they—”
“Fuck, they cloned Bai Lin?!”
“How can they do this kind of thing!”
Xia Tian said to himself, It’s not Bai Lin. Certainly not Bai Lin. They don’t have his DNA.
—From the beginning of the riot, the Floating Gold TV station had been lowering its cameras and trying to broadcast live when the massacre happened. The core characters of the Lower City riots knew this, and most of them were equipped with jamming devices, which made the whole riot shrouded in the fog and couldn’t be videographed clearly… This gave the entertainment circle of the Upper City a lot of room to play.
To be precise, the Upper City didn’t have the genes of most of the locals.
After the massacre was over, they spent a lot of time controlling the biological contamination. When they finally could enter the encapsulation area again, the residents of the Lower City had already been digested for several rounds in the bellies of the monsters.
Most of the people here were just clones reproduced by the Gene Studio based on the images in the video.
Xia Tian told himself that it was nothing but just another game.
Like countless games in the Upper World, they adapted and redesigned the leader of the Lower City Resistance Army and placed him in the entertainment circle, turning him into a star who could make a lot of money for the Upper City people—
Xia Tian was used to it. The anger that had burned all over his limbs sank deep into his bones and turned into a cold, stubborn hatred.
Around him, a group of players from the Lower City finally reacted. They clutched the hilt of their guns in a death grip, but they didn’t know what to do.
The young man whose teammate had died earlier—who Xia Tian later learned was named Wen Feng—watched this scene blankly. He was a person from the Upper City, so he would never understand.
Feng Shan watched for a while, then turned his head to look at a few of the Lower City players, and said in a hoarse voice, “We need to get over there.”
Several people nodded stiffly. They all knew that this was a feast carefully prepared by the Upper City and they had to go along and play.
Xia Tian took two steps and turned around to look at Bai Jingan.
Holding his gun, the tactical planner was staring at the group of young people. He was standing motionless among the corpses on the ground, looking like he wanted to rush over and kill the group of people.
“Lil’ Bai?” He called.
Bai Jingan didn’t say a word, just firmly grasped his gun, and followed gloomily.
In addition to “Bai Lin”, there were four people in the group, all of whom looked like actors from “Leaving the Darkness”. Their weapons were top-notch, and the white monsters that followed them by sound were just as if made from paper under this kind of firepower.
A few people withdrew from the residential buildings with confidence and ease, and “Bai Lin” led them forward while saying, “We found an underground garage, and there are some things in it that can help—”
His voice was calm and collected, as if all the problems were under control.
The child-carrying man excitedly said to a young man in the ‘Resistance Army Team’, “I knew Bai Lin would come. He would never let us die here, he surely—”
Xia Tian suddenly stepped forward, raised his hand and shot “Bai Lin” in the back of his head.
It was a clean and crisp blow, without any warning and the head of the technical NPC leader exploded in all directions, and splashed his face with blood.
The young man next to “Bai Lin” froze. Xia Tian’s action was so sudden and illogical that no one could react. When the young man finally realized what was going on, he tried to raise his gun but before he could do anything, Xia Tian fired a shot at his head as well.
The third man was equally baffled. He was about to raise his hand when the sharp-eyed and deft-handed Feng Shan, who was next to him, shot him in the skull as well.
At the same time, Bai Jingan blew up the fourth person’s head.
In an instant, all that was left of the group was a trail of corpses.
The family standing next to him, who had just been saved, were also stunned. To be precise, the real-time planners should be the ones who were stunned, not understanding how this scene happened.
Surrounded by dead silence, Xia Tian wiped the splattered blood—there was quite a lot—from his face with his sleeve.
“I… Fuck…” Doug said, “You just killed Bai Lin!”
“He’s not Bai Lin,” Xia Tian said, “Bai Lin’s dead.”
“But… this is a storyline…” The young man named Wen Feng said.
“I really don’t want to hear them talk anymore,” Xia Tian said.
The ground beneath his feet was covered in blood. The word “horrible” wasn’t enough to describe the state of the corpses. Bai Jingan also looked down at the dead bodies for a while, then turned to look at Xia Tian.
Xia Tian and Bai Jingan stared at each other. Bai Jingan’s face was also splattered with blood, which made his skin look extra pale. He had handsome features and always looked civilized and harmless, but at that moment there was something strange in his expression.
That something sometimes flickered under his bland expression, but it was always more vivid in the blood and killing.
Xia Tian gave him a big smile.
He knew that he shouldn’t have killed “Bai Lin” and he would be in big trouble now. But he was still in a good mood, and the anger and hatred that was boiling in his body before finally subsided.
He ignored the pile of biochemical trash under his feet. This was the essence of the things created by the Upper City. Maybe they created countless rebel leaders in movies and games and used someone to pretend to be him to perform pornographic services, but in the place from where they were, there was only ever one Bai Lin.
He wondered if there was a fifth lead in that team of people, and if there was, the planning team would definitely not let him appear now. The white creatures that were behind them continued to move forward. Xia Tian picked up the weapons scattered on the ground, gestured towards some of his accomplices, and together they headed to the underground garage that the group had been talking about earlier.
The “local residents” seemed to be in a state of shock and did not respond. Being this close, Xia Tian could smell the corruption emanating from the child’s body under the high heat.
He knew the smell. He had smelled it up close, and he would never forget it in his life.
The child was mutating.
He had experienced indoor mutation previously and knew how horrible it was. He clearly remembered that it was a shelter for almost a hundred people, and the process… he didn’t want to think about it. It had eventually become a house full of corpses, where limbs were mixed together, and no one could tell which one belonged to whom. Life was worthless there.
He guessed that the mutation scene had gotten good ratings in the Upper City, so the planning team prepared a mutant child and planned to reenact that horror in this “underground garage”.
But that wasn’t going to happen now.
The said underground garage was actually a hall that was half underground.
It was converted from an old building with a high ceiling. He didn’t know what it was used for earlier. The windows that were exposed to the surface were welded with iron bars, and the security wasn’t good. Most buildings in the Lower City were like this. This should only be a temporary stronghold, but it was of first-rate quality in all aspects.
There were even a few cars parked in the corners of the hall. Before, he and Bai Jingan couldn’t find any cars along the way—it didn’t fit the historical facts at all!
And now, cars immediately appeared as soon as they hit the storyline of the stars.
Xia Tian surveyed the few combustion engine cars, feeling very familiar. There were no maglev tracks in the Lower City, the anti-gravity vehicles were too expensive, and only old-fashioned vehicles used here.
He only saw the anti-gravity car for the first time when he arrived in the Upper City, and now there were seven of them lined up in his own garage.
A few civilians had already gathered in the hall. This was to ensure there would be enough excitement during the indoor mutations. After all, there had to be enough victims to make it look good.
These civilians looked at them with puzzled expressions. The players ignored them. Doug and the others were discussing how to “invite them out”. Xia Tian felt that the planning team must be holding an emergency meeting now.
As far as the situation in front of them was concerned, this group of civilians certainly couldn’t engage in the same old “They killed Bai Lin, so the people of the Lower City think they are evil and want to attack” cliche. It was very clear that the Killing Show contestants wouldn’t accept this cliche. Since they had guns in their hands, they could wipe out these poor residents in just 30 seconds.
And since the image that the organizer created for Xia Tian was a hero from the Lower City, the Commemorative Show still needed them to show enough love and care for the people to interpret the heartbreak and pain of the massacre…
It was a headache just thinking about it. So it was better to leave the plot development to the planners to worry about.
More and more I am convinced that the people of the upper city should all die, anyway thanks for the chapter!
They don’t need to die, they need a leap, big social changes that can destroy their social structure, and they can raise new generations of people who will have new norms and values of tolerance. In both cities, because if all the people in the upper city die, the people from the lower city will just live like the population of the upper city, because all they want is to live the way the upper ones lived.
P.S. Sorry, I think this is a professional formation
Thank you for new chapter 💛
Thank you for the chapter ❤️
People are insanely corrupted ☠️