What do you mean the games you make are all real?!

Chapter 80: The forced termination of the match, the world's new focus (4500)

Inside the Deepsea City Sports Center, on a circular screen, one hundred split screens each played the first-person perspective of different players. Some players chose to confront the zombies head-on, using shotguns to smash their heads at close range.

Some players chose to take a detour and sneak through the gaps in the zombie horde like slippery eels, without firing a single bullet.

"The competition has entered a heated phase! Liao Yunkai of Yan Kingdom is currently leading by three seconds! August of the Star-Spangled Federation and Yamashita Yosuke of Fusang are tied for second, with a difference of less than one second between them! Petrov of the Northern Federation and Schneider of the Duchy of Rhine are only five seconds behind!"

The professional commentator, hired by Mi Teng at great expense, stood in the commentary booth, one hand pressing his in-ear monitor, the other hand waving excitedly in the air.

"At this stage, no one can afford the slightest mistake! An unnecessary turn, a reload that's a fraction of a second too slow, or even a slight deviation in the angle of a jump landing could directly extinguish any hope of winning!"

These athletes are like supercars pushed to their limits, vying for a difference of a fraction of a second on the track.

In the stands, spectators from different countries were cheering hysterically for their national athletes, waving their flags.

Fang Qingzhou stood on the high platform and watched all of this. He was dazzled by the various contestants on the screen who used different methods to kill Zangchi or avoid zombies.

He was amazed by the skills of some of the players. Indeed, there were many experts in this world. None of them were easy to beat when they made it into the top 100 out of hundreds of millions of players.

Now, most players have entered the Mother Nest. The game process, which originally required dozens of hours for ordinary players to complete, has been compressed into just over an hour by these top players from all over the world.

If the second half of the Mother Nest is cleared faster, it might even be possible to reduce the total clear time to less than an hour.

"Boss, who do you think will win?" Shen Yingtang couldn't help but ask, standing next to Fang Qingzhou, her expression also excited as she looked at the large circular screen.

"I don't know." Fang Qingzhou shook his head. The gap between these contestants was too small, and he didn't know who would win in the end.

Before Liao Yunkai could even settle into first place on the screen, August overtook him by a mere fraction of a second. Liao Yunkai then regained the lead on the same corner with an even more extreme sliding tackle.

The two were like two supercars speeding side by side on a straight road, neither able to shake the other off, with Yosuke Yamashita close behind, the gap always remaining within a body length.

Just as Fang Qingzhou was about to say something more, he suddenly caught a commotion in the audience out of the corner of his eye.

Then he saw more than a dozen Japanese people tumble down from the railing of the stands. They landed on the concrete walkway on the next level of the stands and, without pausing for a moment, continued to jump down, rushing toward the stage where a hundred virtual game pods were placed.

Fang Qingzhou's brows furrowed immediately. He couldn't understand what these people were thinking. Could it be that his previous announcement exposing the Japanese government's research into biological viruses had provoked retaliation from the Japanese?

But this is a globally televised event, with hundreds of thousands of people in attendance and hundreds of millions watching online. Would the Japanese really dare to cause trouble in such a setting?

But he didn't do anything; there was no need for him to do everything himself when his subordinates did the work.

Shen Yingtang, who was standing next to him, was already shouting into the miniature walkie-talkie clipped to his collar.

"Security personnel, beware!! There are intruders on stage! Stop them!"

Security personnel inside the stadium also noticed the situation and rushed forward with batons in hand.

These security personnel were all brought by him from Nusantara; they were all police officers and SWAT teams from Raccoon City, specifically to prevent anyone from causing sabotage at this time.

However, due to the different security environments in Yan and Nushantala, and the fact that this was a public event with 100,000 people, these security personnel were not armed, but only equipped with batons and pepper spray.

Security personnel quickly stopped the Japanese people from rushing to the stage.

When the Japanese saw that someone was blocking their way, they immediately tried to fight back. They were not armed and were carrying weapons such as batons.

The batons of the two groups collided in mid-air, producing a dense metallic clang, and then they began to fight each other.

"These people are not simple." Fang Qingzhou stood on the high platform, looking down at the chaotic battle at the edge of the stage, his brows furrowed tightly.

The fighting skills of these Japanese are not the kind that can be taught in street brawls or ordinary security training.

Each of their swings was aimed at a specific target; they didn't just randomly smash into the opponent's body, but precisely aimed at the opponent's wrist, elbow, and knee where they were holding weapons. Once hit, the opponent would lose their fighting ability instantly.

This is not how ordinary people fight, but a specially trained fighting style.

Moreover, these Japanese people cooperated extremely well. The five people in the front row were responsible for engaging the security personnel head-on, while the two people in the back row took the opportunity to go around from both sides, trying to break through the defense line and rush towards the game pod array in the center of the stage.

The other few people stayed on the perimeter, both to prevent more security personnel from flanking them from the stands and to provide tactical support for their companions in the front row.

This is not a group of thugs acting on impulse; it is a well-trained small commando unit.

The Japanese were unusually fierce, each swing of their batons aimed at the security personnel's heads and necks, the force so great that the batons made a whooshing sound as they whistled through the air.

But the officers of the Raccoon City Police Department are no pushovers either; each of them is a survivor who crawled out of piles of zombies and has experienced the baptism of Raccoon City's hell.

A Raccoon City SWAT officer sprayed pepper spray into the eyes of a Japanese man, who screamed and covered his face as he backed away. However, his companion did not retreat but instead pounced on him from the side, smashing his baton at the SWAT officer's head.

The SWAT officer raised his arm to block, and the baton struck the forearm guard with a dull thud.

His arm went numb for a moment, but he didn't let go. Instead, he grabbed the baton that had hit his arm and pulled it sharply into his arms, causing the Japanese man to stumble forward and then crash headfirst into his nose.

Blood seeped from the Japanese man's nose, but he didn't fall down. Instead, he grabbed the SWAT officer's waist in a near-mad manner, and the two wrestled and rolled twice on the ground.

The battle was extremely fierce, and everyone was beginning to be injured.

The audience members in the stands had already shifted their gaze from the circular screen and were all leaning forward to look at the sudden brawl at the edge of the stage, with gasps of surprise rising and falling.

This kind of realistic, hand-to-hand combat is far more exciting than the scene of players chasing each other in a virtual world through game pods. Watching two matches with one ticket is definitely worth the price.

Fang Qingzhou hesitated, wondering whether he should go down to help or send the tyrant down.

However, exposing one's strength and tyranny in a global live broadcast is not a wise choice.

Just then, he saw another team of security personnel rush in from the entrance to reinforce them, and he breathed a sigh of relief. The two teams of security personnel together numbered about forty people, and taking down these dozen or so Japanese people should not be a problem.

Standing at the edge of the stage, Masato Takeuchi single-handedly subdued four security personnel. However, he was extremely shocked because he was the captain of the 10th Division of the Ten-Hunter Group and had received rigorous ninja training since he was three years old.

The Sky Hunting Group is divided into ten squads. Each squad leader must be capable of fighting against more than a dozen ordinary adults to be appointed.

But right now he can only barely suppress these four security personnel, and he can't even completely take down any of them in a short time.

Where did these security personnel come from? Their fighting skills are nothing like the flashy moves trained by security companies.

They entered the country as tourists, leaving behind even their usual ninja daggers in Japan. They only carried batons that could pass through security. It was simply impossible for them to break through the defenses of forty former Raccoon City police officers without using lethal force in a short time.

However, the news that had just come from China was so shocking that he had to report it to the acting team leader immediately.

Masato Takeuchi watched the reinforcements rushing towards him from the entrance and knew that there was no time left.

He gritted his teeth, swung his baton around in front of him, forcing the four security guards who surrounded him to take a half step back, and then took advantage of this brief opening to reach into his pocket and pull out three shuriken.

These three shuriken were the only ninja equipment he brought into the country this time. They were not sharpened and were disguised as ordinary metal decorative pendants, so they were not detected during customs security checks.

With a sudden flick of his wrist, three shuriken flew precisely toward the thick cables connecting the stage to the power supply.

The next moment, Takeuchi Masato was slammed to the ground by security reinforcements who rushed in from all directions. But at the same instant his face was pressed to the ground, the circular screen went dark because the power was cut off.

Most importantly, all one hundred virtual gaming pods triggered the power outage protection mechanism at the same time, the pod doors automatically popped open, and the players were forcibly pulled out of the virtual world.

Liao Yunkai stared blankly at the popped-up hatch, his mind still reeling from the final sprint in the Mother Nest tunnel, not yet fully comprehending what had happened.

"What on earth is going on!" August, who was sitting up in the game pod, shouted angrily.

Just now, he was almost able to complete the game, but the screen suddenly went black at the very moment he was about to finish.

More and more contestants emerged from their virtual pods, their faces filled with confusion and anger. Then they saw more than a dozen people being held down by security personnel at the edge of the stage.

"Sorry, there was an accident. Someone broke in and damaged the power." A Raccoon City SWAT officer in charge of on-site security explained to the contestants who surrounded him in broken English.

At the same time, his knee pressed down on the back of the struggling Japanese man beneath him, pressing him even tighter.

"You bastards!" August stormed toward the group of subdued attackers at the edge of the stage, but the next moment he was grabbed by the shoulder and held down.

"What exactly happened?" Yamashita Yosuke pressed August down, then looked solemnly at his men being pinned to the ground.

Before coming to Yan Kingdom, he had reminded these people to keep a low profile and not to take action unless necessary. These people were the elite of the Sky Hunting Group, and obeying orders was their duty. But now these subordinates had not only caused such a big commotion, but had also been subdued.

"Reporting to the young master! News has come from Japan that a zombie virus has leaked in Kyoto, and you are required to return to the country immediately!" Takeuchi Masato said as soon as he saw Yamashita Yosuke come out.

"What?!" Yamashita Yosuke doubted whether he had misheard. As the acting leader of the Tengoku Group, he also knew some secrets and knew that Japan was indeed researching biochemical weapons.

He had been playing Resident Evil and had practiced dealing with zombies in advance, just in case, but he never imagined that a zombie crisis would break out in Japan one day.

Upon hearing Masato Takeuchi's words, all the surrounding contestants were stunned, even the furious August was somewhat bewildered.

The surrounding 100,000 spectators were in an uproar and began to discuss the matter.

Even Fang Qingzhou, who was standing on the high platform, was stunned. He hadn't exchanged for the T-virus either. How could Fusang have experienced a zombie crisis? Didn't the Nine-Tailed Fox members he had captured say that Fusang's research results were only at the initial stage?

Just then, his phone rang, and it brought a lot of news about a zombie outbreak in Japan, along with photos of the zombies.

This was sent by a member of the USS squad. There was a USS squad in the Mother Nest that was wiped out by G William, and then Fang Qingzhou exchanged it out.

It's a pity that Hank the Grim Reaper isn't in it, but the other team members are all elites who have undergone rigorous training by the Umbrella Corporation.

After learning that Japan had its eye on him, he secretly sent this team to Japan to infiltrate Kyoto and gather intelligence on the biochemical research institute.

Unexpectedly, this news came out immediately. Fusang actually created a biohazard crisis for himself, which confirms his previous announcement.

"Mr. Fang, could you please release my subordinate?" Although he was very shocked, Yosuke Yamashita immediately agreed. He knew that Masato Takeuchi would not lie to him about something so important.

Looking into Yamashita Yosuke's anxious yet restrained eyes, Fang Qingzhou remained silent for a moment, then slightly raised his chin towards the security personnel who were suppressing the Japanese, signaling them to release the people.

Although these Japanese and that Yamashita Yosuke are not simple people, there is no point in capturing them. With so many people watching, it's impossible to lock them up in the dungeon and torture them. It's better to just release them.

After being released, Yosuke Yamashita immediately ran out of the sports center with his men and headed towards the airport.

"I'm sorry, the match has ended in this manner." Fang Qingzhou said, raising the microphone as he watched Yamashita Yosuke and the others leave.

"The inability to determine a winner is a regret for every contestant who gave their all and for every audience member present. To compensate the audience, the 100 million yuan prize money for this competition will be converted into gifts of equal value and distributed to every audience member present. Each contestant who made it to the finals will also receive a limited edition gift from Umbrella Corporation. We will hold the Global Speedrunning Competition again, and the specific time will be announced later."

As the organizer of this competition, the organizers owe everyone an explanation for bringing this globally anticipated top-level event to an absurd end in such an absurd manner.

The amount of money he spent was nothing; the ticket revenue from the theme park and the sales around the venue in the past few days were enough to cover the expense.

He didn't actually make money from those two things; his real profits always came from the revival coins generated by the Resident Evil game and the global sales of Umbrella skincare products.

However, at this point, very few of the audience members and contestants were actually listening to what he was saying.

Almost simultaneously, 100,000 people pulled out their phones, looking down at the international news homepages in their respective languages. On social media platforms, terms like Kyoto, zombies, and infection were climbing wildly on global trending lists at an alarming rate. No one cared that the speedrun competition was over.

Meanwhile, people in Japan have also started uploading live videos of the streets of Kyoto.