Building a Gaming Empire From Scratch - Chapter 229
Chapter 229: Chapter 227: Advancing Ahead of Schedule!?
Translator: 549690339
Yi felt like his brain was going to be scrambled.
Checking his blood volume, he found it was almost at the bottom, and it was a close call that he didn’t die along with the enemy.
“Great, as long as we don’t die together, we’re making a profit!”
Yi kicked the deformed car door, but it didn’t budge.
The teammate sitting in the co-driver’s seat unbuckled the seatbelt and got out of the car first.
Yi didn’t forget to remind him, “It’s not over yet, get the guns and finish off these four! We don’t know how many more enemies there are in this team, we need to be prepared! Hurry up!”
With the “serious injury” status on him, he struggled to get out of the car and stumbled step by step towards the guns, trying to help take out the opponents, even though he needed to lean on the car to walk.
“Bang!” “Bang!” “Bang!” “Bang!”
The teammate efficiently shot and took care of the dying and stunned enemies with four clean gunshots.
The other teammates caught up and quickly cleared the battlefield, then rushed over to check on Yi’s condition.
“Are you all right? Looking at you, it seems like you’re about to breathe your last in the next second.”
Yi took a deep breath, “You’re the one who’s going to die! Just give me a moment to catch my breath, and I’ll feel a lot better.”
“Your blood volume hasn’t recovered, but your injury status has changed from serious to mild. I guess it won’t affect you in a few minutes.” The teammate observed his status bar.
“Great!” Yi was delighted, “Back in the combat lineup!”
“Be more careful!” Another teammate complained, “You’re almost out of blood; don’t hit yourself accidentally and die instantly.”
“How about looking for medical supplies? It seems to be lacking. These people have guns, but we don’t have any medical supplies.”
“What the hell are we looking for?” Yi boldly said, “Find a car! Go back and kill people! We have guns; why look for supplies ourselves? Are you worthy of the gun in your hand?”
It wasn’t difficult to find a car. To facilitate the players, many cars in the competition map already had keys.
No need to bother finding them, just get in, turn the key, and leave.
Yi’s team had three fewer members, leaving seven members who could fit in two cars.
However, the scene where all four enemies died at once earlier was an important reminder for them. To avoid losing four lives with one car, they found four cars and even found more weapons in the process.
Except for one teammate driving on his own as a scout, the remaining three cars each had a driver and a gunman.
“Very good, very scientific.” Yi nodded in satisfaction, “Now, let’s go! The hunt begins!”
Although the commentator’s screen had left the map where Yi was located and gone to another 10,000-player battlefield, as an anchor, there were still many audiences watching his main viewpoint.
Just now, the audience was exclaiming that Yi seemed to have become a different person, and the funny anchor had a fierce side, praising him non-stop.
But after they turned around, they immediately started to poke fun at him again:
“Don’t give up! Keep moving forward!” “Wake up! Your mud truck is gone!”
“The most beautiful counter-runner! [dog head” “Don’t run! We’re here to deliver the goods!”
No choice, they really can’t see any hope.
So far, their kills were mostly due to the mud truck, and they also suffered considerable losses.
Not to mention that the mud truck is gone now, Yi’s blood volume is left with just a sliver, and one stray bullet would mean game over!
Ordinary cars do not offer great protection from bullets!
But Yi was determined to kill. He led his teammates at full speed and soon saw houses that had been searched.
“Should we go in and search?” a teammate asked.
“No need!” Yi replied without hesitation. “Don’t waste time; keep moving! Shoot at any target you see. If you don’t see them, just keep running and try to get as many points as possible.”
This strategy was quite right. Players were moving towards the city center, but the resources in the suburbs were scarce, and there weren’t enough vehicles, so players used whatever they had: walking, running, and even riding bicycles — all were quite common.
Some teams even had only one car, with six people squeezed inside and two lying on the top, not even daring to drive too fast.
When Yi saw this team, his eyes lit up, as if he was looking at a big bag of points.
“Fire, fire, fire!” Without the mud truck, Yi didn’t dare to get too close, so he greeted his teammates to start shooting from a distance.
Four people started shooting at the same time, and a hail of bullets poured over instantly.
The two players on top of the car were killed immediately.
After emptying an entire clip into the gas tank, the car finally exploded with a “bang,” and the four players inside were killed, following the footsteps of the two teammates on top of the car.
Their only counterattack was to throw two daggers from inside the car…
But Yi’s car team didn’t even get close, so the daggers served no purpose other than to express their unyielding spirit of resistance.
After this successful start, Yi’s team hit a lucky streak, finding and mercilessly killing five teams armed with only daggers from a distance.
After each battle, they quickly collected the spoils of war and then got back in the car to head to the next location.
If they encountered armed players fighting back, they would immediately flee, acting shamelessly.
They perfectly embodied the strategy of hit and run and only picking on the weak.
Despite this, their points kept increasing rapidly, and after breaking through the 300-point barrier, they encountered four small teams one after another, all armed with hot weapons, who started shooting at them from a distance.
Only then was the “hunt” finally over.
Looking at the team’s 324 points, Yi proudly announced to everyone: “Good job, game over! We’ve killed more than 160 people, far beyond 100! I declare that we’ve qualified in advance!”
“Awesome!”
“Invincible!”
“This is the power of strategy!”
The teammates enthusiastically applauded and celebrated their early qualification.
The audience was also very excited, sending gifts and continuous congratulations in comments:
“Invincible! Less than an hour into the game, and they’ve qualified!”
“A bit of a sneaky strategy, but it really works!”
“Fast and Furious”
“Can someone translate ‘hit and run’?”
“Who said the first day was a deathmatch? It seems easy to qualify!”
“Indeed! Today you are the King of Metropolitan Diapers! I said so!”
“Qualifying within the first hour of the first day, sitting on the mountain to watch the tigers fight for the next six days, strategically advantageous!”
But the good times didn’t last long, as soon an audience member raised doubts: “Wait a minute! With 10,000 players on each map, and only 10 teams chosen, even considering all teams at full strength, that’s 100 people, meaning the qualification rate is only one percent!”
“That means on average, each qualifying team must kill not 100 people but 100 teams!”
“You guys are currently at 324 points, which is not even one fifth of the required number! You’re way behind!”
“Keep fighting! Don’t celebrate too early!”
As the audience quickly sobered up after this reminder and thought about it, they realized, “He’s right!”
So what now?
Countless audience members couldn’t help but send comments, hoping to remind Yi.
Unfortunately, Yi couldn’t see their messages.
Although the preliminary selection allowed players to live stream, this was only to facilitate the audience, and anchors were not allowed to perform any operations or even see their live stream interface.
This was to ensure fair competition and prevent anchors’ fans from cheating by switching to different player perspectives to report locations for their favorite player.
As a result, the audience in Yi’s live streaming room was anxious, but he and his teammates were completely unaware.
Comments were filled with anxiety: “You’re celebrating too early, you idiot!
Keep playing properly, don’t mess around! You’ll get eliminated!”
Yi: “Although I can’t see the comments, I know the audience is complimenting my intelligence! Hey, that’s enough! Just a bit of praise is enough; too much praise makes me embarrassed.”
Comments: “Who praised you?! Oh my god, I’m about to have a stroke!”
Yi: “I didn’t expect myself to be a natural strategic master!”
Comments: ‘Your strategy is fine, but you must have a huge problem with math! Who on earth taught you elementary school math?!”
