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Chapter 126 - 67: Explosion! The Uncontrollable Exhibition Hall Gamers!_1

Chapter 126: Chapter 67: Explosion! The Uncontrollable Exhibition Hall Gamers!_1

The dark screen gradually began to show light.

It was like simulating a pair of human eyes, slowly opening.

At first, the vision was blurred, but he could faintly hear someone calling something by his ear.

"Hey! Are you okay?"

As the character in the frame finally forced his eyes wide open, a blinding light shot into the screen.

All the visitors looking at the number one player’s exhibition area could also see clearly the image presented before them.

Blue sky, white clouds.

Everywhere was a deserted residential area, with buildings still mostly intact, just looking somewhat old.

Soon, the bare-chested protagonist wearing only a pair of gray shorts slowly got up. By his side, a female character, also clad in minimal clothing, tossed out a few cans of energy drink from her backpack: "I just found these, take them for now."

Having said that, she turned her head to look towards the nearby housing area, her brows tightly furrowing as she chambered her small pistol: "That guy is still around, don’t let your guard down."

Upon seeing this, a group of tourists with their heads turned to the left let out quiet discussions.

"This theme... seems like gun combat too?"

"What’s the meaning of this? Is this vendor sabotaging the event? They’re challenging Netcom, right? Aren’t they afraid of dying..."

"The graphics don’t seem as refined as ’War Annihilation’, but they’re not too bad. However, from the brief shots that flashed by just now, it seems to be alley warfare type again, with residential area textures all around, just a change of scenery with nothing new, right?"

While the tourists’ fragmented discussions were still going on.

Suddenly.

The door of the house in front of the protagonist was violently pushed open. A man in a black leather jacket emerged, holding a shotgun, raising the muzzle to aim at the protagonist sprawled on the ground.

Without a word, he cocked the gun.

Bang!

The shot missed, and the protagonist quickly rolled to the side, hiding behind cover, while the pellets pockmarked the barricade above.

And quickly, the female lead pressed her handgun against the temple of the man in the leather jacket.

Bang!!

One shot, blood splattered everywhere.

The female lead turned her head to look at the protagonist, exhaled softly, blew a strand of hair off her forehead, snatched the shotgun from the fallen man in the leather jacket, tossed it to the protagonist, and then turned and walked straight into the dilapidated house.

The shotgun flew through the air, coming closer and closer to the protagonist, almost taking up the entire screen.

And in the next moment, the gun’s size was continuously adjusted.

What appeared before the audience were the fully-armed protagonist and the female lead.

The protagonist had changed into a black hooded leather jacket, burying his face in the shadows, wielding an S686 double-barrel, with grenades hanging from his waist, and carrying an antique-red bronze sniper rifle on his back.

The female lead behind him had changed into a fitting JK outfit, with a bulging camouflage backpack on her back.

Behind them, the wide-open house door was empty, and the fluttering door creaked in the wind.

"Let’s go, the next location, Gray Port," the female lead tucked the map into her backpack, then hopped on a motorcycle parked by the roadside.

The appearance of this scene instantly made the previously quiet visitors talk louder.

"Wait, does this presentation mean... the two of them just searched a bunch of stuff in the house?"

"From the perspective of the weapons transition, the editor probably wanted to give that effect."

"What the hell? These houses aren’t just textures, you can actually enter them? And you can collect weapons and ammunition resources? This is an interesting gameplay!"

"What does her getting on the motorcycle mean?... Holy shit! How come the protagonist is riding away with the female lead on the motorcycle? Isn’t this... isn’t this supposed to be a gunfight game?"

A short scene of less than 20 seconds.

Especially when seeing the setting of being able to enter houses and collect resources, including weapons and ammunition.

The visitors beneath the Netcom booth were instantly more engaged!

Some tourists even stood in front of the number one player’s exhibition booth so they could get a better view.

And at this moment, the promotional video on the screen was still continuing.

As the protagonist’s motorcycle vanished over the horizon, only then did the BGM start to rise gradually.

It wasn’t the incredibly intense background music like the neighboring ’War Annihilation’, but instead, the promotional film used a rhythmic, cheerful hip-hop style.

’Boom, boom, boom’ beats, accompanied by the deep and casual humming of a male voice.

Yet despite the seemingly light-hearted tune, there was a looming sense of the upcoming massacre in the next transition scene, with the contrast of the sound and picture being infinitely magnified, becoming even more captivating.

The camera quickly jumped to an abandoned school where two men in yellow sportswear entered nervously but didn’t notice that on the third-floor rooftop, a sniper rifle equipped with a high-precision scope had aimed at their heads.

"Boom!~"

The cheery drumbeat perfectly masked the sound of the sniper fire, and the moment was slowed down in the footage.

The manually operated sniper rifle ejected a spent shell casing that soared through air, morphing into another bullet flying at high speed.

"Snap!"

It landed on a tree in the jungle, leaving a shallow bullet mark.

A solitary African-American who missed the shot uttered a low curse, put away his rifle and crawled on the ground, his camouflage suit blending with the fallen leaves.

So much so that another person disturbed by the sound of the gunshot, when turning his head to investigate, heard the shot but didn’t see the shooter.

He cautiously held his gun and turned around, moving forward slowly, making a crunching noise as he stepped on dry leaves.

When he reached where the African-American lay, the latter had already drawn his pistol and was silently raising it.