Are You Crazy? You’re Telling Me This Is a Fugitive TV Show?

“Ah, ah, ah! Damn, I’m dead!”

“What do you mean ‘you’re dead’?”

“I was playing the ‘Death Factory’ game made by Big Brother. The game actually has teammates. My teammate and I entered the factory and immediately engaged the target. As the target fled to the second floor, my teammate pursued them. But before I could advance, a door on the first floor suddenly burst open, and someone came out and shot me dead. Man, this game is pretty sneaky!”

“Whoa, wait up, DJ! We’re engrossed in a pretty intense operation here, and you’re talking about a game? Hold on, what did you just say? That sounds weird.”

At this moment, viewers in the livestream were engrossed in playing the game that Wang Yun had recently promoted.

Suddenly, someone in the game was taken out. He then immediately complained about the situation in the game on the livestream, leaving many viewers speechless and slightly alarmed. They all sensed that there must be a significant reason why Big Brother had them play this game.

Meanwhile, at the factory, in a room close to the exit, a figure carefully descended from above in a previously empty room. With a submachine gun in hand, he quietly opened the door. His view was filled with dozens of program officers, all armed and focused on the staircase. His eyes gleamed with a mix of ruthlessness and icy determination.

“Ratatatata!”

In a flash, bullets poured out, sweeping across the program officers. The bullets hit several of them, leaving red marks on their bodies.

“This is bad!”

The expressions of those hit shifted dramatically as they noticed the red marks, their pupils shrinking in shock. Those hit in critical areas fell to the ground, instantly out of action.

“There’s someone in this room, someone’s here!”

Those hit in the arm struggled as their arms went limp, quickly drawing their pistols to return fire at the unexpected attacker.

“Damn it, we just checked that room, didn’t we? How is there someone in there?”

The officers at the forefront were thrown into disarray, immediately directing their fire toward the room.

“We’ve lost eight people, six are severely injured,” one of the program officers announced loudly.

“Target that room, take them down!”

Two program officers, wielding bulletproof shields, immediately charged toward the room, with other officers swiftly following suit. However, when they arrived, the room was empty, but they saw a broken hole in the ceiling.

“They must have come down from the second floor,” one said with a grim expression.

As they walked around the room, they stepped on something.

“Thud!”

Two wrapped objects fell onto their heads and then hit the ground. Their faces showed drastic changes as they looked at the items on the floor. Picking them up, they realized the terrifying truth.

“This… These are wrapped fruit knives. We… we’re ‘dead’,” one of them uttered in disbelief.

The two wrapped fruit knives had fallen precisely on their heads. If they were something else instead of wrapped fruit knives and if the impact had been stronger, the consequences could have been fatal. They exchanged looks filled with bitterness and horror and then collapsed to the side.

Both officers were ‘eliminated.’

“Damn, this room is trapped! We’ve lost two more brothers,” another program officer exclaimed in horror upon witnessing the scene.

At that moment, a brash and triumphant voice echoed from the hole in the ceiling of the room.

“Welcome to the Death Factory!”

“Hahaha, you dare to ‘kill’ our brothers, today you will pay a heavy price,” another voice boomed, exuding extreme arrogance and madness.

“Damn it, you’re completely surrounded! Today, there’s no escape for you. We’ll take you all down,” a program officer, enraged by the brazen voice, bellowed in response.

Just then, on the first floor, the door of a room suddenly swung open. A figure emerged from within.

“Be careful! Open fire!”

All the program officers, startled by the abrupt appearance, quickly directed their fire toward the figure. Bullets flew sharply through the air.

“It’s a mannequin!”

However, they soon realized that what had appeared was just a mannequin. A group of five or six officers cautiously approached it, scrutinizing the mannequin and the empty room beside it, their faces betraying a mix of embarrassment.

But as they converged around the mannequin, a barrage of bullets rained down from above, striking them on the head and shoulders, leaving red marks.

“Damn it, from above. There’s an opening in the ceiling,” someone yelled as gunshots erupted. Officers nearby, seeing a gun barrel protruding from the opening, had their expressions twist in horror.

They fired back in retaliation, but given the minuscule size of the hole, hitting the shooter above seemed impossible.

“This mannequin is just a trap.”

The realization dawned on the six hit officers, their mouths agape in shock

They had been completely outwitted, their every move anticipated and calculated. It was a chilling realization, both terrifying and unsettling. Their faces were etched with bitterness and horror. Looking up at the small hole above them, they fell to the ground. Five were eliminated, and one was critically injured, facing certain ‘death’ without prompt medical intervention.

The squad leader of one team, witnessing the scene, was overcome with a mixture of embarrassment and foreboding. With a vigilant look and tense posture, he loudly cautioned his team, “This factory is booby-trapped. Watch out for the rooms on either side and be wary of threats from above.”

The rest of the program officers, dazed by the sudden attack, looked at their fallen comrades, with cold sweat on their foreheads, scanning the environment with extreme caution.

Meanwhile, on the second floor, more than forty program officers had arrived. They hadn’t encountered any further attacks since the initial gunfire but remained too cautious to advance blindly. The sounds of gunfire and furious shouting from below dramatically changed the expressions of the officers upstairs.

***

Outside the factory, Wu Yaoming, viewing the scene through the cameras of the squad leaders, reacted with alarm. His face darkened as he watched, his eyes wide with shock, “They’ve set traps inside the factory. We’ve already lost over a dozen brothers.”

“Damn, how dare he set traps? Is he looking for a fight to the death?” Jiang Youshan’s face twisted with discomfort and shock, “Is this his final stand?”

“Officers on the second floor, immediately secure all rooms. They’ve breached certain areas on both the first and second floors. They might have traps on the second floor, too. Be extremely cautious,” Wu Yaoming tightly clenched his fists as he issued a series of commands. His eyes, cold and focused, watched the screen while his mind raced with strategies. “Personnel on the first floor, immediately secure each room. Be wary of traps inside. We have the numerical advantage. They are only six. With proper positioning, we’ll be safe.”

If they could secure the second floor, it would make the first floor safer.

If they could control the first floor, they wouldn’t be able to escape.

The program officers responded in unison, “Yes, Captain.”

“Is he trying to fight to the bitter end?” Wu Mingyu grimly watched the events unfold on his laptop.

***

“Damn, Big Brother actually set up so many traps here.”

“In just a few minutes, over a dozen program officers have been taken out.”

“Is Big Brother really willing to sacrifice his five men for a massive toll on the program officers? That’s insane, isn’t it?”

“Who knows, but the inspection team is already suffering heavy casualties!”

“Man, I was playing the game, got to the second floor, and as soon as I opened a door, a gun on the ground suddenly started firing at me. What kind of game is this? How does a gun shoot without someone holding it?”

Meanwhile, in all the livestreams of the Skynet Operation, viewers were watching in shock.

Was this Wang Yun’s way of exacting revenge?

Simultaneously, players of the ‘Death Factory’ game were also sharing their bewildering experiences in the game.

More than sixty program officers had arrived on the second floor. A squad leader, looking extremely frustrated, signaled to a subordinate, “These damned guys, open the doors. We’ve secured the rooms downstairs, now let’s open each door on the upper floor.”

“Captain, the glass in the second-floor doors is covered with paper, we can’t see inside,” a program officer observed, noticing the obscured door glass.

“Open them,” two armed officers, pointing their weapons at the doors, instructed softly. The officer they addressed nodded.

Staying close to the wall, he cautiously opened the door with a push.

“Bang, bang, bang!”

The moment the door swung open, a burst of gunfire sounded from inside. The two officers aiming at the door immediately returned fire, but the room was empty. There was just a handgun tied up front, connected by a string. The door’s opening triggered the gunfire.

One of the officers aiming at the door was hit by seven bullets.

“Damn! Yet another trap!” the squad leader, witnessing this, his eyes filled with rage, shouted furiously. The hit officer gave a bitter smile and fell to the ground, eliminated from the operation.

“You bastards, come out if you dare,” the squad leader, seeing this, shouted with bloodshot eyes.

However, a voice full of unmatched arrogance suddenly echoed from inside, reckless and unafraid, “Hahaha, come on, I dare you to come here.”

“Let’s take them down,” yelled an officer, face contorted with anger, eager to charge in.

“Don’t act impulsively,” another program officer nearby quickly intervened, holding him back.

***

“Damn, it’s just like in the game. As soon as the door is opened, a gun starts firing at the officers. This is madness.”

“Holy smokes, it’s a trap! Big Brother has set up numerous terrifying traps and replicated them exactly in the game. This is beyond audacious and arrogant. He’s turned this into a real-life game!”

“The nerve of those guys. They even dare to respond. Why not just use grenades, and hurl them inside? Watching this is infuriating!”

“Throw grenades? Are you kidding? With this factory’s structure, the lower floors would definitely get caught in the blast. They might not even hit the enemy but end up hurting their own people. Plus, if they evacuate the officers from the first floor, Hu and his crew on the second floor could use the openings to move back down and continue their ambush!”

“Big Brother is too ruthless, too terrifying. No wonder this place is called the ‘Death Factory’!”

Meanwhile, in the live broadcast room, all the viewers watching this unfold were struck with shock. Everything in the factory, all the traps, mirrored the game exactly. Wang Yun had transformed this location into a hunting ground for the program officers, playing a deadly game.

Absolute madness, sheer madness.

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