Kaidan Game Train: Abide Rule or Die!-Chapter 1948: Who Framed Whom

Chapter 1948: Chapter 1948: Who Framed Whom
Facing the crazed companion, these few people neither intervened nor helped, but watched the people below like aloof observers.
Strangely, the player massacring ordinary people did not react to the arrival of his companions. He seemed unable to distinguish who was in front of him, indiscriminately attacking any living thing he could see.
"The people of the Eastern District really want to kill us all"—this thought flashed through the minds of everyone who witnessed this scene. They didn’t know what was happening, only that after an Eastern District player started the massacre, the subsequent Eastern District players also tacitly approved.
The cleansing plan might be fake, and the people of the Eastern District might not have really intended to exterminate them before, but at this moment, everyone had a vague notion that the people of the Eastern District would do so sooner or later. If not today, then it would be tomorrow.
However, hatred and revenge both require time, while the breath of death was now right beside them!
"Bang!" A sudden flash of light from afar intercepted the raised machete of the Eastern District player. A masked man appeared on the street, lifting a small square object towards the Eastern District player, causing their props to immediately switch.
The masked man got the Eastern District player’s machete, while the latter got the masked man’s small object.
The Eastern District player reacted a bit slowly, lowering his head to see the item in his hand. The next second, the exploding prop plastered his entire face. Because he wasn’t wearing a defense masque, the irritating sticky liquid from the square object directly contacted his skin, causing him to cover his face and scream in agony, hastily trying to tear the stuff off his face, only to have his eyeball come out as it was unexpectedly sticky in the process!
This unsettling scene did not cause much of a change among the present players, but the masked player seemed a bit surprised, probably not expecting his method to work so easily. However, he didn’t waste time, aiming to kill the man before the other players could make a move.
"No cure." One long-haired Eastern District player spoke, addressing his fellow companions.
The players standing on the same side with him nodded slightly, "It’s already been recorded."
"Even the most useless person is still one of our Eastern District people; it’s not up to the Western District People to kill them." As the long-haired player spoke, he toppled off the rooftop, and as he descended, the masked player, who had already rushed to his target’s front, suddenly seemed weightless and was rapidly propelled skyward.
Simultaneously, the remaining Eastern District players split into two groups, one to surround the masked player and the other to surround their own.
The effect on the masked player vanished with the long-haired player’s landing, but he had no chance to return to the ground, becoming a target directly in mid-air. As they exchanged blows, two others had already killed the crazed Inspector. The long-haired player approached, raised his machete, and chopped off his head, and then wiped the head to alter the crazed Inspector’s face.
"Disguising as an Inspector to massacre civilians, the Resistance Army is only capable of such lowly tactics!"
The long-haired player’s voice, amplified by the prop’s effect, spread clearly within a nearly two-thousand-meter radius.
"You... shameless!" The masked player seethed with rage, kicking away the person who suppressed him with a prop, and charged towards the long-haired player, "You slanderer, I’ll kill you!"
The long-haired player stood still, but several identical figures appeared on the street, making it hard to tell whether it was an illusion or a trick of the eyes. The masked player didn’t have the chance to distinguish, because these figures moved in unison, raising their hands and pressing a thumb and forefinger against a silver metal cylinder. As it closed, waves of shock visibly dispersed into the air.
Neither the long-haired player nor his companions reacted, but the masked player caught between them suffered painfully as the shock waves passed. Blood dripped from under his masque, and with the increasingly dense shock waves from the cylinder, he became more anguished, unable to even hold onto his prop!
"Cut off his hand," the long-haired player instructed his companion.
Yet, just as the Eastern District player was about to act, the cylinder suddenly lost its effect. As the shock waves stopped, the masked player, waking from excruciating pain, immediately used a prop to shift himself hundreds of meters away.
The Eastern District player imposed restrictions on the Spatial Teleportation Device, inconvenient for the dungeon player, though not much hindrance to the local Western District players. Clearly, the masked player didn’t intend to leave. Maintaining a distance from the Eastern District Inspector, he charged wildly under the cover of a prop.
Of course, the players knew their instrument was being interfered with, but they had no intention of letting the masked player go. Leaving one to clear their companion’s corpse, the others pursued.
The long-haired player had done something to the masked player, making it easy to track his escape route and direction. Unexpectedly, when they tracked him to a chaotic old housing area, the prop malfunctioned.
"Not far, search!" The long-haired player gestured, and his men immediately scattered.
By then, however, the masked player had already gotten far away from the Eastern District players. He had checked for a tracking prop while escaping. Although he couldn’t directly remove the prop’s effect, he didn’t mind waiting for it to expire. Near the old housing area, he felt the time was almost up and used a Substitute Prop to cover some distance.
Initially heading in another direction, he accidentally found himself in a different landscape when passing through a door. According to the surroundings, he knew he had fled several miles—which was unusual, as Eastern District players’ deployment would restrict the Western District, making Spatial Teleportation Devices unable to function!
Unaware of what happened, instinctively he activated multiple Defense Props, putting on a bulky-looking helmet.
He seemed to be in a basement and, seeing no one, clutched his short dagger and moved towards the stairs. Just as he climbed up and was about to open the floorboard, a voice sounded behind him:
"This place is safe."
"Ding!" The short dagger in the masked player’s hand flew directly towards the sound, piercing the wall through the person’s body. Stunned at the figure in the corner, he couldn’t help but ask, "Who are you!"