Building a Gaming Empire From Scratch

Chapter 673: Chapter 640: Where is My Bomb?

“Brothers, I have an immature idea, do you guys wanna hear it?”

Hua She Tian Zhuo asked in the faction channel.

“How immature?” Someone immediately responded.

“I found the nuclear bomb controller, but this thing can not only cancel but also reset the target. I’m thinking, why don’t we change the target and bomb India?” Hua She Tian Zhuo was straightforward.

But the faction channel immediately became lively:

“???”

“Indeed too immature!”

“Why bomb India? Shouldn’t we bomb the biggest threat to us, Russia? They have top-level strength and the most powerful weapons.”

Hua She Tian Zhuo replied, “Isn’t that respecting history?”

Under the simplified guidance of Yun Meng, and the command of “Sea King” Xu Shenghan, three cargo ships had successfully started. Now, the Daxia players who were defending their home were bored to death, and finally there was some excitement, everyone flocked to chat:

“To respect history, shouldn’t we find a way to pit Izumo and India against each other, and then throw the nuke?”

“Forget about history, just become the first and create history!”

“How about we bomb France? Otherwise, the anti-aircraft bunker will be a big problem. That thick steel gate can’t be pry open with bombs.”

“Great idea! Look, the Anti-Aircraft Hole, Underground Stronghold, and Underground Cavern are all close to each other. I strongly suspect that these three places were built using the same underground cavity. It’s very likely that the entire area underground is empty! If we throw a nuclear bomb down there, it’ll be a triple whammy!”

“Damn, now that you’ve mentioned it, I suddenly feel very tempted!” Hua She Tian Zhuo suddenly felt this idea was perfect!

“Calm down, everyone! Think about Lincoln’s style, nothing is that simple!” Super Tomato, who had been busy summarizing battlefield information, finally had time to spare and urged everyone to be rational.

Lincoln’s character is binary.

Everyone believes in Lincoln’s character in reality, that he keeps his word, and has great kindness.

However, at the same time, everyone also has a consensus: this person has a terrible character in virtual world!

Especially fond of digging traps to screw people over, from game plots to large-scale events, as well as achievement descriptions, item details, endless dark humor.

Yun Meng’s developers have also picked up many “bad habits” under Lincoln’s lead.

So as soon as Super Tomato spoke, many people immediately realized the trap hidden behind this weapon.

To turn a competition mechanism into a weapon, there must be some cost.

“What should we do?” Hua She Tian Zhuo asked, “I must remind you, we better make a decision quickly, this device has already started the last three-minute countdown.”

“To use or not to use? We must make a decision now.”

There’s no need to think about this question. Everyone unanimously said, “Use it! Must use it! Not using it is inhuman!”

“Then who to bomb? 2 min 48 secs left!”

“France!”

“Russia!”

“USA!”

“Switzerland!”

“Airport!”

“The center of the map!”

…

“Cut the crap, how did Switzerland come up? 2 min 11 secs left!”

“Stop talking, let’s vote.”

“Agreed, we’ll bear any consequences together.”

“Hurry up, 1 min 55 secs left!”

Due to time constraints, they couldn’t list out all 35 countries to choose from. On the simple voting plugin, only 8 targets from the discussion were listed.

A quick round of voting, and finally, with only 20 more seconds left in the countdown, the unlucky target with the highest vote emerged-

France ƒrēenovelkiss.com

The anti-aircraft hole was just too hateful.

Hua She Tian Zhuo didn’t hesitate for a second and directly chose [Reset Target].

The countdown immediately paused.

Next, selected point [Area 3: Anti-Aircraft Hole].

A warning popped up on the controller interface:

[Nuclear bomb kill range will overflow, surrounding areas will be affected, confirm?]

“Do you even need to ask?”

“That’s just perfect!”

[Confirm]!

The moment the confirmation was pressed, the countdown, which had stopped at 21 seconds, immediately started ticking backwards, rapidly increasing to 20 minutes.

At the same time, the global announcement sounded-

[Warning! Warning! Nuclear weapons are being redeployed, bombing target updates in progress…]

[Nuclear Bomb Controller currently belongs to: Daxia. Location: Area 16 – Meteor Crater, 128-169]

[Next information announcement time: 5 minutes later.]

As the system broadcast plays, everyone is taken aback.

The chaotic airport, French players idling in the anti-aircraft holes, and Austrian and Hungarian players breaking their alliance due to a minor friction…

All the players instinctively open the map to look at the [128-169] position, even those engaged in battle.

On the player’s map, the entire battlefield is meticulously divided into a 300 by 200 grid.

Soon as they see the two numbers from the system announcement, they open the map, find the 128th column horizontally, and the 169th row vertically, where the small cell formed by the intersection represents the current position of the nuclear controller.

Simple and foolproof operation.

However, the matter doesn’t end there, as another voice soon echoes through the sky—

“Brothers, don’t worry! We’re all allies, and we would never attack an ally, would we? We’re bombing unallied opponents, so everyone can relax, eat, drink, and fight without worrying about this little beep—”

This voice is clearly not from the system.

It’s Drawing a Snake With Horns speaking during the “one-sentence time” right after resetting the target provided by the system prompt.

But he talks too much, surpassing the time limit, and before he can finish the word “episode,” he’s cut off by the system beep.

As for whether anyone believes his words…

After all, there’s no harm in trying. What if it works?

Moreover, before the game started, Daxia had indeed formed alliances with many countries, but not all of them had talked together, and there were still one-third that slipped through the net.

So, Drawing a Snake With Horns thinks that this excuse can barely stand on its own.

Of course, even though he says this, he definitely won’t stay in the same place waiting to be besieged.

While revealing the target location may avoid many chasers, he’d prefer to see a satisfying nuclear explosion rather than an empty one.

Drawing a Snake With Horns closes the controller case, shoulders it, meets up with his teammates, and runs.

As they run, he doesn’t forget to shout in the channel: “Send some support, and some reinforcements! Move the controller to the ship!”

His precautions are very necessary because enemies are closing in from all directions.

Especially in the area between them and their base, a large number of players are gathering, preparing to block their way back.

*

Inside the underground anti-aircraft shelter, Turner suddenly feels uneasy.

He pats his teammate beside him: “Do you think what the Daxia player said is true?”

The teammate is very calm: “We allied with them on Friday night, we’re absolutely the earliest allies, there’s nothing to worry about.”

Turner is not so composed: “But will they really keep their alliance?”

The teammate’s face shines with the light of wisdom: “That’s because you don’t understand the Daxia people! Let me tell you, in Daxia there’s an ancient saying thousands of years old that goes ‘promises made must be fulfilled,’ it means that words spoken will be done for sure.”

“??” Turner doesn’t understand why, even at this critical moment, his teammate is still showing off foreign languages.

Besides…

“What does this have to do with horses?”

Another teammate, unable to stand it any longer, interjects: “Don’t worry, when we came in, I checked the sign. This is an underground nuclear defense facility. Even if a real nuclear bomb is dropped, it might not penetrate it. And there’s protective clothing and facemasks here, as long as the first wave doesn’t break through, it’ll be fine.”

“Besides, if the nuclear bomb really explodes here, the nuclear radiation might become an invisible barrier, and then no one could attack us. By that time, even if there are only half of us left, we can hold on till the end, and even win the match!”

After hearing this well-reasoned analysis, Turner finally relaxes a little.

But he doesn’t continue to idle; instead, he heads towards the supply warehouse to find protective clothing in advance.

“Just in case.”

*

On the other side, inside the airport, because of the system broadcast interruption, the battlefield is briefly quiet.

But soon, the Russian players casually fire another shot—

“Boom!”

A supersonic fighter jet instantly explodes into a ball of fire.

“Ah!” The Izumo players gasp, breathless with the pain of loss.

Although they knew it couldn’t fly and was just a decoration, seeing it destroyed in front of their eyes still feels incredibly heartbreaking.

But they’re helpless.

Facing the joint attack from the German and Russian players, their resistance is extremely difficult, and they’re on the brink of defeat.

For the German players, the issue of internet speed doesn’t matter in this large-scale chaos.

What’s being fought are barrages covering fire. Who would play with precise shooting for single bullets?

As for any precise shooter who shows up, if there’s no battle result, it’s fine. But once there’s a good result, they immediately attract concentrated heavy machine-gun fire.

What’s even more outrageous are the 10 tanks positioned in a row by the Russian players. This is already a tank platoon configuration, and there’s no way to deal with them!

Actually, if they arrived a little later, the Izumo players could have handled it.

—— The airport doesn’t have high-level fighter jets that can fly, let alone air-to-ground missiles.

But the airport has bombers!

As long as they’re equipped with powerful bombs, a round of bombing would definitely teach them a lesson!

The problem is that they’ve been turning the airport upside down, and they haven’t found any bombs…

Not a single one!