Chapter 200: Chapter 198: Redefining Speedrun
Translator: 549690339
Another unfinished ssage.
Lincoln called out directly, “Room Administrator? Blacklist him for half an hour!”
It was the first ti Cloud Dream’s official account was doing a live broadcast, so there was no room administrator, but it didn’t matter, Mavis was there! Mavis swiftly added this temporary top-ranked brother to the blacklist.
So the following audience ssages were much more normal: “Congratulations, Boss Lin, for topping the sales of ‘Assassins’ Alliance’! ”
“When will there be a competition? Looking forward to it!”
“Release ‘Light Encounter’ soon! Sisters can’t wait!”
“What are the survival conditions for Firefox? Can you please tell , my child has restarted the ga 8 tis already!”
So audience mbers also complained about the title of his live broadcast room:
“How fast is your speedrun?”
“Many professional gars are also speedrunning, you can’t be faster than them, can you?”
“Only one gunshot? Are you relying on others? Or are you playing with cold weapons?”
“Speedrun the main storyline? Great! Doesn’t that an continuous live streaming for several days?”
Lincoln roughly looked at the comnts and answered several questions:
‘”Light Encounter’ will be soon, this week. You can pay attention to the account with the sa na, they’ll release so ga information.” “As for the competition, you can look forward to it.”
“Firefox’s survival conditions? Haven’t you discovered it yet? I can only say, sincerity is the key!”
“How to be sincere? As long as you sincerely want her to survive when this intention is strong enough, I believe Firefox can feel it.” “For those worried about the speedrun ti, I think tonight should be enough.” The audience imdiately sent a bunch of question marks.
Lincoln didn’t mind that during the ti he was talking nonsense, the live broadcast room’s popularity skyrocketed, directly hitting site-wide first!
This is the influence of Lincoln as a super big influencer and the golden age of the internet!
While saying these unimportant things, Lincoln logged into the virtual world as a pure player for the first ti, skipping the DIY process of the virtual house and directly entering the ga world.
Since he’s incredibly familiar with the ga, his gaplay is much freer than regular players.
He didn’t even bother looking for money in the house at the start of the ga, just rummaging through the toolbox for a screwdriver, pocketing it, and hailing a cab.
He calmly gave the na of the destination and quickly arrived at the company building.
When the driver asked for the paynt, Lincoln didn’t show any intention of taking out his wallet.
— After all, every audience mber knew he didn’t have a single cent on him.
He took the screwdriver out of his pocket and waved it under the driver’s nose, saying, “Robbery! Hand over all your money.”
The driver was stunned.
Not only was the driver stunned, but the million audience mbers were also a bit confused, as the comnts section was full of question marks.
Lincoln noticed the situation in the live broadcast room — it’s hard to see clearly when the comnts are mixed, but when they’re all question marks, it’s clear.
He grabbed the driver’s wallet while asking curiously, “What? Haven’t any of you robbed a driver before?”
The audience was speechless, with soone leaving a conspicuous ssage directly, “It’s not that we haven’t robbed drivers, it’s that we’ve never seen anyone as skilled as you! The ga just started a few minutes ago!”
Lincoln didn’t mind, “As a driver in the tropolis, not carrying a gun when working shows a lack of risk awareness! It’s not that they deserve it, but it’s bound to happen sooner or later. Better early than late!”
These heavily sarcastic remarks once again triggered the audience’s wild complaints —
“God damn rushed early than late!”
‘”Carrying a gun to work”‘
‘”Risk awareness’”
“Prosperity flourishes! ”
Lincoln didn’t care, first went to the convenience store to buy a big bag of sweets and snacks, and bought the “Dream Brand Fire Dragon Fireworks” in the corner, then went upstairs and entered the company.
He didn’t rush to his workstation but went straight to his fat lady boss’s office with all the snacks.
With a successful bribe, not only did he skip the targeted plot, but he also directly started the next stage of the task.
Next, Lincoln made an even more outrageous move—
Before going downstairs to the convenience store, he picked up the phone on his workstation and dialed the ergency police number directly!
“Hello? Is this the tropolitan Police Departnt? I saw a fierce gun battle happening here! Many innocent civilians were injured! Hurry up! Co quickly!”
He then hung up the phone right away.
Using the landline, it would be easy for the tropolitan Police Departnt to track the location by the number.
After making the call, Lincoln leisurely went downstairs.
In the next plot, the audience knew, Firefox and Cross would appear on the scene simultaneously, leading their rcenaries to battle as they fight over the protagonist.
So players had tried to change the plot at this critical juncture.
For example, soone had yelled directly at Cross to call him “Dad.”
—But he forgot: he was still under the control of the Alliance, and as a result, he was killed by a shot from a close-range rcenary.
Others tried to help Old Dad fight Firefox, but their efforts were futile in front of a highly-focused top-level assassin.
However, this ti it was different because of an unexpected variable—the tropolis Police entered the scene!
The loud gunshots from both sides’ intense battle served as the perfect guide, and the tropolitan Police quickly surrounded the fighting parties.
Then, without asking any questions, they started shooting at the ard criminals inside the circle indiscriminately!
The gunshots sounded continuously, creating chaos on the scene, even forcing Firefox and Cross to split their attention in an attempt to save their n.
“Puff—”
A barely audible sound.
Lincoln seized the mont when Firefox was distracted, not paying attention to him, and stabbed his screwdriver into Firefox’s back.
As Firefox turned around, he collapsed, his face full of disbelief.
Apparently puzzled as to why a weak and honest man who had been bullied for over a decade suddenly beca so decisive and ruthless!
The audience was also dazed by Lincoln’s move, and even the comnts in the live broadcast room paused briefly.
They couldn’t understand what Lincoln was planning to do at all.
Lincoln took the pistol from Firefox, who was now powerless, and dodged behind the shelves to avoid the rcenaries’ counterattack.
—These rcenaries were caught off guard by the sudden appearance of the tropolis Police and failed to attack Lincoln in ti.
By the ti they reacted and started to attack Lincoln, ignoring the police’s sniping, Cross had already begun to protect his son.
After approaching closer, Cross didn’t hurry forward but began to explain the whole story: “Wesley, stay calm! I am your father; I won’t hurt you. Let’s leave here first.”
Lincoln walked out from behind the shelves with the gun and slowly approached Cross.
Cross breathed a sigh of relief, and the audience thought this was Lincoln’s goal: to join with Old Dad using a clever trick before the final battle.
“Damn! Is this a direct jump to the final stage, where the ultimate battle takes place?”
“Father and son going into battle, the destruction of Alliance’s lair?!”
“So all the plots, tasks, and conversations in the textile factory are in vain?
“It’s impossible, right? They still need to level up; otherwise, a blank slate would only hold back Old Dad, right?”
“Haven’t you seen the title? Only one shot! He’s probably holding Old Dad’s thigh throughout, only shooting the final shot to kill Sloan! Unreal!”
“Can you play a ga like this?”
While the audience was still in awe, a sudden gunshot!
“Bang!”
In front of Lincoln, Cross’s chest was dyed red with blood, and with great surprise and confusion, he fell to the ground.
Lincoln coldly said, “You’re wrong! I am your father!”
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