Chapter 467: 450: Carnival!

Chapter 467: 450: Carnival!

Lincoln was determined to fight, but was suddenly stunned by the words from the opposite side.

Please don’t!

Lincoln was about to dissuade them when a hand suddenly pressed on the wound on his leg. Camille Victoria, concerned and confused, asked, “Lincoln, are you okay?”

“Ah, I’m fine!” Lincoln had to reply to Camille Victoria first, “Don’t worry, it’s just a game, these are all minor issues.”

Seeing Lincoln distracted, the remaining two bandits on the opposite side turned around and ran, leaving their teammate behind.

“Hey!” Lincoln reached out in an attempt to stop them, but they ignored him and didn’t even look back.

“Sigh!” Lincoln sighed helplessly and was about to reset his status.

His left eye was still throbbing with pain.

But suddenly, a series of footsteps and a lot of players shouting came up:

“Stop!”

“Don’t run!”

“Don’t wimp out! Come on, let’s fight one on one!”

Around the corner, “One Cake,” “Two Cake,” and the passing “Thirty Thousand,” “Yaomah,” and “Yitiao” had a happy reunion.

“Huh?” “One Cake” had not expected this at all and quickly stopped in his tracks.

“What are you waiting for? Run!” “Thirty Thousand” didn’t care what had happened and pulled “One Cake” to run together with him.

Unfortunately, another group of footsteps came from the other side, and seven or eight players quickly blocked their way.

—Players split into two groups, trapping them!

At this point, the five of them were stuck at the intersection of the T-junction, surrounded by players hunting the bandits on both sides and a bloodstained, glaring Lincoln behind them.

Players on both sides slowly closed in, reducing their space to move.

The echoing singing in the air slowly came to a halt.

“Flame” had ended, and with just a brief pause, the prelude of the final song in the War Trilogy, “Returning Home,” rang out again.

This song was not as intense as “Flame,” even calming down to a warm stillness.

The audience’s chorus finally stopped, and they began humming softly along with the music and Alex’s singing.

At the T-junction, with the change of music and the realization that the bandits had nowhere to run, everyone calmed down and sneered as they blocked their path.

“One Cake” looked at the desperate situation and suddenly gave up.

He turned to Lincoln, “Boss, can we surrender and lose only half?”

“What do you mean?” Lincoln didn’t understand.

“Everyone stops fighting, we admit defeat, and then we all go and enjoy the concert peacefully?”

Lincoln tilted his head and looked at him with question marks in his eyes, wondering where this guy got such thick skin.

Tapping the gun on the floor, Lincoln gestured to the corridors on both sides, “Why don’t you ask them? I can’t control their thoughts.”

As he spoke, Lincoln took a few steps back to avoid being used as a scapegoat by these people.

However, the bandits were quite decisive. Seeing that surrendering was not an option, they immediately decided to fight to the death and rushed back into the hallway.

But once Camille Victoria finished singing and left, Lincoln’s attention was no longer on stage, but on other mirrored streams.

Since the public map limited the players’ ability to fight, there were fewer troublemakers.

After Lincoln broke up the troublemakers in the main mirror, he immediately notified Cloud Dream’s staff, who stepped up the maintenance and investigation of the mirrored maps, successfully preventing sporadic chaotic players.

But in the game world where there can be connections, and players can fire weapons at will ——

It was a completely different scene!

Explosions, arson, gunfights... total chaos!

On the majority of connected maps, the figures of Alex and the band on stage were long gone.

It’s not that everyone rushed to shoot Alex. There were hardly any such people.

But with different intentions in many people’s minds, conflicts easily arose.

For example, some people wanted to hear Alex sing, while others wanted to sing themselves.

Others also took the stage, not wanting to replace Alex, but wanting to join him in a duet or do a close-up dance for him...

That’s how the conflict began.

How to resolve the conflict?

Through negotiation? Depending on the number of people? Or rock-paper-scissors?

None of them!

Whoever has the stronger fists, of course!

The concert security had no countermeasures against the thousands of heavily armed players; they couldn’t confiscate the players’ weapons from the start.

And so, the conflict started!

Once the guns were fired, small conflicts quickly escalated into large-scale battles, and the originally peaceful concert turned into a battlefield of bullets and rain in an instant.

The exposed performers on stage, with no cover, were naturally affected, and soon disappeared one after another.

However, the conflict didn’t disappear with them —— once the fight had started, they couldn’t just end it!

Furthermore, the large-scale chaos quickly triggered Night City’s random event system, and countless NPCs joined in the melee, further expanding the scale of the battle!

Most of the mirrors that fell into chaos had similar processes, and the people who started the trouble and caused the conflict were often wearing the gangsters’ masks!

In the most severe several mirrors, the Circular Concert Hall had almost turned into ruins.

Various big guns, only seen in Death Racing, directly rushed to the outer part of the Circular Concert Hall, causing massive destruction, and some even drove large excavators to demolish the site!

The splendid chandeliers inside, the neatly arranged rows of seats, the shiny exquisite brass handrails, all became a mess!

In one mirror, the guy who used to sing rock beside the giant corpse of a Transformer, was now singing his own song, hoarsely yelling in the center of the stage amidst the ruins.

For the players fighting aimlessly in the hall, he was pouring fuel on the fire with background music!

Every scene was like a sudden doomsday.

Chaos, violence, freedom, revelry, wildness, unrestraint!

If there was only one word to describe this scene, Lincoln could only think of four characters ——

Thriving!