Inside a western restaurant on the twelfth floor of a certain high-rise on the pedestrian street in Shanghai, many diners were currently dining politely.
"What's going on outside?
Why is it so noisy? "A gentlewoman picked up a napkin and elegantly wiped her mouth." I can't even hear the piano anymore. "
"Miss Cheng, if you like Bach's Prelude Twelve Equal Temperament, I can play it for you," the suited man said with a smile.
The gentlewoman cut off a piece of steak and placed it in her mouth with a blurry look in her eyes. "Mr. Zhang is still —"
Bang!
Before the man could finish speaking, the restaurant's doors suddenly opened. Three big-headed dolls then ran in, led by none other than Little Peach.
"Paint over here!"
"Yes, sir!"
Tu! Tu! Tu!
"Boom …"
Large blobs of red paint covered the entire restaurant as the diners stared at it in bewilderment.
"We're done here! Move on to the next one!"
Waving her hand, Little Peach ran out of the restaurant with her two "lackeys." They then happened to encounter the donation group members in the corridor, and a tragic battle immediately ensued.
"This …"
The suited man stared blankly at his female companion, who was covered in red. "This … What's going on?"
Spitting out the paint in her mouth, the gentlewoman teared up and said, "My … My dress …"
"It's fine. The paint seems to be removing itself."
"B-But the paint on the steak isn't."
After a moment of uncertainty, the suited man slammed the table and stood up. He then looked at the manager and said sternly, "What's going on?
Why did a bunch of lunatics come into your restaurant and spray paint?! "
"I … This …" The manager was at a loss. Hurriedly, he ran over and picked up the tray. "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. We —"
Bang!
At this time, the door was kicked open again. The victor, Disney's representative, walked in with an Italian cannon in tow. After glancing at the red paint inside the restaurant, he sneered and opened fire.
Boom!
"Boom!"
The red restaurant was quickly dyed blue …
However, before Disney's representative could turn around, the bullet comment group's assault rifle-wielding warriors rushed over to provide support. They killed their opponent with a single shot and began spraying paint inside the restaurant.
The blue restaurant was dyed red once more …
The diners: "..."
The manager: "..."
On the pedestrian street, on the battlefield...
Most of the people who didn't know what was going on had already dispersed. Those who rushed over were those who knew what was going on. They excitedly joined in and cheered.
A young man even pushed a loudspeaker over and played "Arresting Shrimp" as background music for the battlefield.
The crowd that had rushed to the scene was divided into small groups of more than a dozen people. They were going back and forth between the two groups, for no other reason than to experience the feeling of being sprayed with paint.
"UP!
You are the ruler! "
"Sovereign!
Shoot!
Shoot me! "
"Paint us all over!"
Facepalming, Chen Yu asked, "Are you guys addicted?"
"Tutututu …"
Despite saying so, Chen Yu still raised his pistols and turned this group of people blue.
"Bah, it feels good!"
Everyone spat out the harmless paint and ran back to the red team battlefield.
"Shoot us!"
"Fire at me!"
"Haha …"
[This is too f * cking fun.]
[Hahahaha …]
[I want to play too, I want to play too.]
[I can't get in, f * ck!
The perimeter is locked down!]
[We can still enter the sewers!
Hurry up!]
[I'm so envious of you guys in Shanghai.]
[Don't post your photos online. You'll get your IP blocked.]
[Nintendo really is a genius. He actually created such an interesting game.]
[Will it be produced next year?]
[Probably in a hundred years!
I need to take care of myself. I must play it once before I die.]
As more and more paint covered the area, the donation group, who had made the first move, slowly gained an advantage.
However, as time passed, the bullet comment group's youths discovered more and more of the game's secrets. For example, they discovered that players could dive into their own team's paint, that they could heal themselves by spraying paint on their teammates when they were injured, that the exploding paint could kill their opponents after death, and so on...
When the game's duration reached seven minutes, under the bullet comment group's desperate struggle, the scales of victory and defeat began to shift.
However, at this time, a short-haired girl in jeans mustered her courage and quietly walked up to the metal module. She then pulled out a drawer, picked up a green bodysuit, and put it on.
Bang!
When the smoke dissipated, the girl had also transformed into a cute 2D character.
"Huh?
Hahahaha! "
Overjoyed, the girl raised the submachine gun in her hand and pulled the trigger.
"Tututu …"
Streaks of green paint sprayed out of the muzzle, dyeing the other paints green.
Immediately afterward, the timer in the air cleared, and the timer returned to ten minutes.
[Third-party entry. Occupation mode extended.]
"What the f * ck?" Stunned, Chen Yu subconsciously approached the girl and asked, "How did you do it..."
Tututu! Tutu!
Before Chen Yu could finish speaking, the girl pulled the trigger without hesitation, blasting Chen Yu into pieces.
"Yay (# ^. ^ #)!" The girl immediately cheered. "I killed the UP!"
Seeing this, the audience instantly went crazy and scrambled toward the UP.
The four people closest to Chen Yu immediately snatched the green bodysuits and put them on.
Bang … Bang … Bang …
A series of white smoke rose into the air, and the green team gained four more people, forming a five-man team.
"Kill!" The girl's face flushed with excitement. She then charged into the battlefield while firing her submachine gun.
The other four people also sprayed paint in excitement...
"Crap!
I was so close! "
“mmp！”
"I was so close to falling into the abyss..."
The audience members that arrived late wanted to bang their heads against the wall in frustration.
[How audacious of you!
Aren't they afraid of the host getting angry?]
[This is an interactive game. What's there to be angry about?]
[Even if I die!
It's worth it.]
[I've been wondering if I can sneak into the third set of bodysuits.]
[The scene is even more chaotic...]
…
"Ding!"
The hotel's elevator door opened, and a couple holding hands sweetly walked out of it.
When they saw the lobby covered in red and blue paint, they were shocked.
"W-What's going on?"
"Renovation?"
"How can there be such a renovation?"
"Dear, I'm so scared. Did a lunatic do this?" The girl said, revealing a pitiful expression as she seized this opportunity.
"Don't be afraid."
The boy cooperated and hugged his lover. He then patted the girl's head and said, "Even if there's a lunatic, I will protect you."
"Hubby is the best!"
"Good girl..."
The next moment, the glass doors of the lobby opened, and five big-headed dolls ran into the lobby.
"Here!
Paint it all! "
"Roar!"
The five people cheered and activated their weapons.
Tututu! Tutu!
Boom!
Thud …
The lobby was immediately dyed green.
The receptionist standing at the front desk had long since grown numb. Wiping the green paint off her face, she softly said, "Message."
"Elevators!
And elevators! Paint it all! "
The girl in the green team ordered.
Tutu! Tutu!
Boom! Boom!
Balls of paint passed through the 'frail' and 'pitiful' couple and covered the elevator behind them...
"Bullshit!"
The five big-headed dolls left, leaving the couple looking at each other in dismay.
"Dear... Dear, you're green."
"You're green too..."
With the participation of a third party, the battlefield of a mere one thousand square meters became even more intense.
Red, blue, and green paint flew everywhere.
The ground, walls, store lobbies, onlookers, sewers, and even the low-flying police helicopters couldn't avoid it...
10。
9。
8...
Eight to nine minutes later, the cloud in the sky began to count down.
Seeing this, the players of the three teams no longer held back. They used up all their ammunition and accumulated grenades. There were even suicide squads who charged into the enemy's firepower and blew up a large area of paint in an attempt to increase the paint surface a little.
Boom! Boom!
Boom!!
"Suicide!
All suicide! "
"Rumble …"
The battle instantly intensified.
3。
2.
1！
Occupation ended!
Victory and defeat tabulated!
...
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