Building a Gaming Empire From Scratch

Chapter 426: 410: Face the Cannon!

Translator: 549690339

The moment this heavy truck appeared, all the lenses were immediately drawn to it.

Not only was it because of Lincoln’s fame and curiosity about Mavis, but also for the effect on the show.

After all, the situation the truck was facing now was indeed special.

Four outrageous flying cars were ahead – it was a mystery how these players managed to install propellers in the cars, which made them fly with the creaking sound, giving them an even higher view than the heavy truck.

Players in the back seats of the cars were sticking half their bodies out the windows, frantically shooting at the truck’s windshield.

Though not on a team, the eight players in the four flying cars were aiming their guns at the heavy-duty truck without conflict.

For some reason, everyone was shooting at the empty co-driver’s seat instead of the pink-haired Mavis in the driver’s seat.

More agile motorbikes were approaching the heavy truck from both sides, hurling Molotov cocktails at the doors, compartments, and even the wheels.

Earlier attempts to attach bombs up close had failed, as any bombs that got too close would cause the truck to zigzag wildly and crash the riders, killing them instantly.

After the motorbikes retreated, more modified cars approached, with mechanical hammers, chainsaws, and catapults launching attacks at the truck.

Homemade bombs that were originally planned to be used in sprint stages were also being thrown out.

Even behind the truck, three iron chains were attached, dragging two or three heavily braking modified cars behind them, trying to slow the truck down.

These efforts were not in vain:

The truck’s massive blade had been bent by an undetermined object and severely damaged, no longer resembling the divine weapon that could easily cut through metal.

The rocket engine’s nozzle had been dented, with all sorts of debris stuffed inside, completely clogged up.

The compartment itself had been severely deformed with several breaches.

As spectators prayed for more people to come and throw hand grenades through the breaches, they hoped it would surprise Lincoln and maybe even blow him to death.

In the gap between the compartment and the chassis, large horrible electric saw blades were held by robotic arms on both sides, sending chills down one’s spine.

But six of them had been destroyed by now, leaving only two robotic arms wielding electric saws while attacking approaching cars relentlessly.

With just two electric saws left, the truck no longer held the earlier dominance of “cutting anything in its path.”

The huge blind spots made it impossible for the mechanical arms and electric saws to cover every angle, leaving them vulnerable to the approaching motorbikes and cars.

All the racers, whether flying in the air or running on the ground, riding motorbikes or driving cars, using bombs or cold weapons, united against the heavy truck as if it was a BOSS!

Well, this heavy-duty truck loaded with black technology was originally designed as a BOSS anyway.

So, the players’ tactics were understandable…

With more and more players closing in and only half the first lap of the race completed, Mavis hesitated for a moment.

But after thinking about it, she stepped on the green button anyway.

Inside the compartment, Lincoln immediately felt that the platform beneath him started to rise.

So, he immediately stood up, tightened his bulletproof vest, fastened his bulletproof helmet, and got ready.

The next moment –

“Boom!”

In the explosion, the compartment was blown apart by a bomb set up in advance.

The top, tail, and sides of the compartment, four massive iron plates, spun out at the same time, crushing three motorbike riders and denting the tops of four cars, causing more terrified screams from the audience on either side of the track.

Both racers and spectators were dumbfounded: who could have imagined that the compartment could be blown apart from the inside?

But soon, something even more astonishing unfolded before everyone’s eyes:

Lincoln appeared.

Fully armed, he stood on a slowly rising circular combat platform, looking down at the surrounding vehicles.

In front of him was a .50-caliber heavy machine gun.

Behind him on the left was a twin 35mm anti-aircraft gun.

Behind him on the right was the most outrageous thing on the combat platform – a 130mm-caliber smoothbore gun!

Below the combat platform, more than thirty drones were taking off one by one.

This shameless scene stunned everyone:

“Lincoln, are you even human?”

“I knew you weren’t human, but to this extent?!”

“It’s you, Lincoln, constantly challenging my understanding of your limits.”

“My man, everyone else is playing with small guns, and you’re playing with a cannon? Why don’t you drive a tank?!”

“As impressive as it is, Lincoln, do you think you can handle it all by yourself with just two hands?”

Lincoln didn’t even look at the audience’s comments, grabbed the machine gun, and charged!

All the surrounding racers were terrified and fled madly.

But it was obviously too late!

Heavy machine gunfire roared, and bullets sprayed wildly all around!

“Holy crap!”

Seeing the guns aimed at them, all the drivers knew they had no chance of surviving and instinctively cursed out their “last words.”

The dense gunfire from the .50 machine guns would surely turn their cars into scrap metal with their current durability!

But something unexpected happened.

Bullets hit the cars with loud bangs, and the impact sent them skidding to the side, with the drivers struggling to maintain control.

The car door was pitted with dense bullet holes, but surprisingly, not a single bullet penetrated the door!

No, more accurately, there’s not a single bullet head!

Lincoln was clearly holding a heavy machine gun, and the bullet chain was pulled into it, with bullet casings continuously thrown out, but no bullet heads were visible.

It was as if all the bullets were airheads.

This was actually a matter of course.

Lincoln participated in the “Night City Car Race”, not “Battlefield: Night City”.

It would be impossible to come up with a bunch of heavy weapons and send all the contestants back to their hometown.

What kind of game experience would that be?

The machine gun and cannon on the combat platform were simply there for fun.

He thought everyone would know it was a joke when they saw it, but it turned out everyone took it seriously…

But regardless, as the gunshots rang out, the answer was revealed.

Whether bullets or cannon shells, they all had impact force but no physical shells, and their power was completely within the range that players could withstand.

Before the players on the track could react, the combat platform began to rotate, and the twin 35mm anti-aircraft gun was ready to fire at the four “flying cars” that continued to shoot!

Even without live ammunition, continuous fierce impacts made it more difficult for the “flying cars” to be controlled.

Strictly speaking, it’s actually worse to operate than the original helicopter experience!

Regardless of the center of gravity design or aerodynamic model, everything is not suitable for flying.

Lincoln could only believe that these players modified their cars like this for aesthetic reasons.

But this also caused the predicament they are facing now—shaking under the impact of air bullets fired by anti-aircraft guns, even appearing to have mechanical failures.

One flying car immediately tilted and fell in a crooked manner, leaving a long, deep trench off the track.

Another flying car’s propeller lost power, its rotation speed dropped sharply, and it began to fall rapidly.

The remaining two quickly followed, landing on the road and starting to flee.

Even that crashed “flying car,” after bouncing on the ground and peeling off some body panels, just drove on the road like nothing happened, trying to escape from the side.

Finally, the combat platform rotated, and the smoothbore gun automatically aimed at several cars bound together by chains at the rear, while Lincoln had already turned around.

“Holy shit!” The drivers of the three cars behind were immediately frightened!

Even if they saw that the anti-aircraft gun and heavy machine gun did not fire live ammunition, there was a high probability that this cannon fired air bullets, but looking at that dark muzzle, who would like to take a 130mm-caliber smoothbore cannon face-to-face!

Even if they didn’t die, they’d lose a layer of skin!

Without hesitation, they abandoned the iron chain and tried to escape.

But it’s still too late!

Lincoln has already pulled the lever fiercely!

At the last moment, the driver who was targeted by the muzzle only had a slight hope:

The car hit by the heavy machine gun simply displaced, and the “flying car” hit by the anti-aircraft gun just suffered impact and had to land. Only one unlucky guy flying in the sky was really eliminated.

It seems that I may not be able to withstand it, right?

“Boom!”

A sound completely different from all previous weapons echoed, even with earplugs, Lincoln felt the terrible power that shook both body and spirit.

“PONG!”

An intense explosion in the air followed.

The modified car that took a 130mm air cannon blast to the face had its windshield shattered instantly, and the entire car was inflated from the inside out by the impact of the air cannon.

The next moment, the glass on both sides of the car shattered, the car door bulged out, fell off, and flew away, all in an instant.

Even the roof was bulging out a big bump.

Overall visually, it seems that the car was “exploded” by the impact from the inside out.

The driver didn’t die, and this was Lincoln’s settings—to not harm the player directly.

But the player had a hard time speaking, expressing his feelings at this moment: “Dammit…”

He was completely engulfed in massive dizziness, with flashing white spots in front of his eyes and a piercing hum in his ears. He was so nauseous that he wished he could just die and not suffer anymore.

But Lincoln began to love this feeling, pulling another lever, the smoothbore gun automatically reloaded, and the combat platform rotated again, aiming at another car.

Aiming the cannon at flat urban highways was too easy!

“Boom!”

The second air shell was fired!

The second car was inflated and burst from the inside out.

“Awesome!” Lincoln pulled the lever, “Load three shells!”

The combat platform rotated again!

Under the huge firepower pressure, the surrounding players finally recovered from the shock and thought of countermeasures:

“Shoot, shoot! Suppress him, don’t let him fire any more!”

“Throw bombs! Detonate his shells!”

“He’s just one person! Take him down!”

“Just take him down, and all these weapons will be useless!”

“Attack! Attack! Attack!”