Players, Please Board the Train-Chapter 142: Battle Among Advanced Players

Countless paper fragments had formed a rapidly spinning vortex, trapping all seven foreign district players inside. Occasionally someone would emerge from within, but their entire body would be covered in white paper shreds, like being pasted with snowflakes.
Players were being forced to leave one after another. Watching the numbers inside decrease, Nie Xuan didn't feel relieved but instead grew more worried.
Entering the station in his current condition was extremely risky, but if it meant sacrificing a super item to save him, he'd rather go into the station himself.
However, the decision was no longer his to make. He watched as the wheelchair-bound man who had appeared silently beside him gently hooked his fingers in the air, and a poster came flying out from behind a distant tree with a rustling sound. The celebrity printed on it seemed to come alive, twisting and turning as if trying to break free from this nameless force.
But in the blink of an eye, the poster was brought before the wheelchair man. Just as he reached out his hand, the poster suddenly lost all strength, returning to normal paper as it drooped down.
Simultaneously, all the paper shreds that had been chasing and killing the foreign district players fell to the ground.
The three remaining players wiped blood from their faces as they retreated. The leader said, "Friend, we'll leave now, sorry to disturb you..."
The wheelchair man's left pinky finger resting on the armrest twitched slightly, and all three players who hadn't had time to leave had their necks severed, heads separated from bodies!
Killing three players was no more difficult than brushing dust off his clothes. The wheelchair man didn't even glance in their direction as he turned his head toward Nie Xuan. "Aren't you leaving?"
Knowing escape from such a person was absolutely impossible, Nie Xuan simply asked, "Are you also here for the super item?"
The wheelchair man appeared somewhat desolate. "What a pity, yet another item meant for killing."
Just as Nie Xuan was about to say something more, he suddenly heard engine roars approaching from all directions. The moment he turned around, four vehicles came flying from different directions, all aiming their front ends at the wheelchair man!
He instinctively ducked, covered his head, and rolled away. When he looked back, he saw all four vehicles stop just half a meter away from the wheelchair man before being flung back along their original paths!
Completely unharmed, the wheelchair man moved to the center of the road, turning his wheelchair to face the intersection. Several sports cars were approaching from that direction. On the lead vehicle, a tattooed burly man waved both hands continuously as car after car—coming from who knows where—roared past his sides, only to crash one after another into the air in front of him, as if hitting an invisible wall!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Rear vehicles crashed into the ones in front, all piling up together. They neither harmed the wheelchair man nor found a way forward, yet the tattooed burly man continued gleefully piling vehicles into a wall nearly twenty meters high.
Cars stacked upon cars as this metal wall gradually compacted. The wheelchair man gently waved his right hand, and all the vehicles were sliced apart by an invisible force—three cuts horizontally and three vertically, making sixteen pieces total!
The fragments came crashing down with continuous clanging sounds. Behind the collapsing vehicle wall, a blonde man revealed himself, a small violin resting on his shoulder. When the first note sounded, the entire amusement park sprang to life.
Music and lights filled the air simultaneously, creating an unprecedented atmosphere of excitement. Nie Xuan, who had been waiting for an opportunity to escape, became intoxicated by this inexplicably joyful mood and involuntarily walked out of the woods.
He saw a dance floor crowded with people. Strangely, despite the crowded dance, he could still clearly see the blonde man playing violin at the center. The string music made his head spin as he moved forward, but after just a few steps, his foot kicked against an obstacle. Looking down, he saw it was someone in a wheelchair.
Even someone in a wheelchair had come to the dance.
He reached out to move the wheelchair aside, but at that moment, the seated man pinched his thumb and index finger together and flicked them. The violin string of the blonde man suddenly snapped.
The drowsy music abruptly stopped. Nie Xuan instantly woke up to find the amusement park exactly as it had been—closed and deserted. The lights and music had completely disappeared. The wheelchair man remained in his original position, and the blonde man's strings weren't actually broken. In fact, he wasn't even playing at all—both bow and violin hung loosely in his hands!
It was an illusion!
Cold sweat broke out on Nie Xuan's forehead. He didn't even know when he had fallen into the illusion!
Not daring to look at the two sides confronting each other, he turned and fled. Just as he crossed through the woods and reached the other side, the trees behind him exploded one after another as if struck by lightning. As he stepped back, the top of his foot was suddenly pierced and nailed to the ground!
In the midst of excruciating pain, he suddenly saw clearly that what had pierced his foot was a very thin colored thread. Unlike ordinary thread, it more closely resembled a small tubular device, entirely composed of tiny diamond-shaped facets that floated and reflected different lights, giving it a colorful appearance.
"Shhh!" The colored thread then retracted. Nie Xuan looked up and saw the entire amusement park and sky completely covered with these colored threads! The threads around the vehicle team had slightly deformed, forcibly creating an empty space!
So this was what the burly man had been trying to break through with the vehicles, and this was how the wheelchair man had killed those foreign district players... Watching as his vision returned to normal in the blink of an eye, he turned and left without any hesitation. These advanced players operated on a completely different level from him—he couldn't even understand how they were fighting. Staying as far away as possible was all he could do now. He needed to get this information to the command room!
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The Harbor City command room was currently overwhelmed. Half an hour earlier, members of their teams had suddenly started frequently detonating weapons to commit suicide. Initially they thought foreign district players had infiltrated and were responsible, but after investigation they discovered all these people had either entered the skyscraper or been near it.
After the retreat order was issued, they had withdrawn from the skyscraper and dispersed in all directions. In the chaos, they joined different rescue teams or decoy squads, then successively committed suicide, causing massive casualties to their companion teams. Particularly the disguised teams sent from Capital City to bait foreign district players—several squads suffered losses at their own people's hands, with over ten dead and more than twenty injured. If not for the limitations of the multi-player life-and-death round, they would have been wiped out by foreign district players in an instant!
"It must be that player from the skyscraper who hypnotized our people!" the Commander-in-Chief said. "Have we identified the trigger condition?"
"It's 'super item'," the secretary replied. "After reviewing all casualties, someone in each team had mentioned 'super item' before the incidents occurred."
"Order everyone to keep their mouths shut and stop talking. Immediately recall all personnel who have been near the skyscraper—don't let them run around!"
However, the situation was currently chaotic, making it difficult to gather everyone together. Under hypnosis, there was no telling what these people might do. Would they actually obey orders?
"Has Painting Woman contacted you yet?" The communication line with Capital City command room remained open.