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Chapter 220 AI in the whole city, the countdown to death starts!
New York, night falls again.

This bustling city standing on the east coast of the United States is still shrouded in bright lights even at night, full of endless traffic and noisy people.

All of this seems to be no different from the usual New York City night scene, except that there is no beam of light and chrysanthemums on the top of the Stark Industrial Building.

At this moment, rays of light suddenly lit up in every corner, the light did not arouse the surprise of passers-by, they seemed to turn a blind eye to these lights.

And after the tens of thousands of rays of light that appeared frequently disappeared, there were more figures in the places where the rays of light disappeared.

"Huh? Why aren't you in the car?"

"Damn, it's not in the car or under the car at last, the heavens and the earth, has Bulma finally found his conscience and is willing to give us freedom!"

"Thank you, Bulma, your family!"

"No, wait a minute, where is my assistant? Why is it grayed out, indicating that it cannot be summoned?"

"Mine is the same, customer service, GM, come out and explain, what do you mean? I kryptonite more than a dozen helmets, and gathered beautiful assistants of all sizes. Now you say it will be sealed? I want Complain to you!"

These people who appeared with the light were naturally the players of the Bulma game, and the reason why they appeared here also proved that this was not the real New York City, but the New York in the Bulma game.

Of course, the authentic touch as always makes it difficult for players to tell the truth from the fake.

But even if you are not a local player in New York, you will learn a trick to distinguish between reality and games in the world of Bulma's death without a teacher.

Just look up at the direction of Stark Tower. If there is that illusory beam of light, it means the real world. If everything is calm and there is nothing, then it is the game world.

This reality is more illusory than the game, and it has long been a joke among players.

But it is true as they said, about twelve hours ago, Bulma shut down the server of the world of death, and announced that it will carry out a major system upgrade.

At the beginning, the players thought that they would update new tracks or models or assistants, but they were already gearing up to start a new round of explosive or krypton gold journey.

But twelve hours later, when the players went online again, they found that none of the things they had thought before had appeared, and even the game assistant function was temporarily turned off. Now, those players who spent so much money to buy helmets stopped doing it in an instant.

You know, in order to collect more size assistants, they krypton a lot of helmets, the most has krypton 199 helmets, and it's not that he doesn't want to krypton more, it's all because there are only 199 assistants now.

Not only that, after the launch of the evil dress-up function, even the poorest player will not only have one set of costumes in the assistant's closet, but also buy a helmet worth a few hundred dollars, and a costume worth a few dozen dollars is nothing.

It's a good thing now, the assistant said that if there is no one, it will be gone. Those nerds who have cultivated their relationship for more than half a year and are planning to have more close contact with the assistant after the system update almost collapsed on the spot.

"Damn Bulma, pay back my hard-earned money!"

"That's my money for selling blood!"

"Mine is a kidney!"

"Fuck, you guys are poisonous. Selling Jiba's blood and kidneys, wouldn't it be nice to donate his sperm? It won't hurt your body, and it's really cool..."

When everyone complained about the disappearance of the assistant, someone suddenly asked a different question.

"No, you are all fat nerds dominated by your lower body. Compared with your assistants, don't you think our current landing point is very different from before, and this is the point!"

"Yeah, we were distracted by that guy's yelling just now. That's right, it seems that not only our landing point has changed, but the environment is also completely different!"

"Well, not only could we not get out of the car before, we couldn't enter buildings other than the track, but now we can enter and leave as we please. Just now I went to the bar and ordered a glass of milk."

"Are you a primary school student, you only order milk when you enter the bar? Why don't you drink beer!"

"Because beer hurts your body!"

Tucao return to Tucao, more and more people have discovered that this new game world, New York City, no longer has the restrictions of the track like the previous drive to death, and can freely enter and exit the buildings on the roadside.

The most important thing is that this game has added interactive NPCs, and each NPC has its own intelligence, which can communicate with players like a real person.

Moreover, the players also discovered that any NPC can communicate with each other. So far, no player has discovered the existence of anyone who answers players with preset repeated lines like in traditional online games.

This discovery immediately shocked the players to the point of splitting.

Every player looked around, and there were at least a few hundred pedestrians in their line of sight. After a few random calculations, they could probably calculate that there were at least a million NPCs in New York City in this game world.

These are all fully intelligent NPCs that look like real people. Is the AI ​​calculation of these people enough for all the supercomputers on the planet?

Could it be that the headquarters of your Bulma company is not on Earth?

Or, you are actually aliens, otherwise how could you come up with such powerful and huge AI technology.

Players were beyond shocked, but after experiencing the alien invasion of New York City in the real world, it seemed that everyone could not accept this incident.

It doesn't matter if it's alien technology or not, as long as it makes us happy.

"By the way, since these NPCs are all intelligent, then maybe we can also...hehe..."

Playing games, the picture is of course fun, what game is the most fun, it goes without saying, of course it is 18X!
So, since NPCs are intelligent and have the same intelligence as real people, then their bodies must also be the same as real people.

Um?You say different?I do not believe!I'm going to check it out!
The few guys who were clamoring to go to the bar to drink beer just now ran towards the bar and nightclub indiscriminately. They are familiar with the terrain of New York, and they know where it is easy to find a night or stand on the street.

Later, these people were surprised to find that, really, everything was the same as the real thing.

They easily chatted with those women who were unsatisfactory in life at first glance, and under the instruction of the other party, they were ready to start the next move.

But at this moment, someone suddenly shouted, "No, no one pays attention to the countdown?"

Someone raised a question, and the players discovered that when everyone entered the game, there was a countdown timer in their line of sight, but the font was very small, and it was in the corner of their line of sight, so it was hard to find if you didn't look carefully.

The countdown should have started when the server was launched after the game was updated, and the total is 10 minutes, which has been shortened to less than half a minute left.

"Not to mention that I haven't found it yet, what is this thing for?"

"Mine is green. It looks a bit curious in shape. It feels like a countdown to death."

"Mine is green too, is it poisoned?"

"Mine too, but without any adverse reactions."

"Fuck! It's not really a countdown to death, is it? Bulma's good racing game has been upgraded to a horror game?"

Before everyone could research and understand, the countdown had already reset to zero.

At the same time, those players who had started friendly exchanges with NPCs suddenly found that the person in front of them had opened their mouths wide open.

(End of this chapter)