Chapter 2: Aimbot or skill issues?

On the opposing side, amidst the ambush orchestrated by Wang Jun and his comrades, a relaxed laughter echoed.

"This team is a feast – no one stands a chance. Hahaha."

"Leave these rookies to me."

"I'll take a rookie to practice my aim..."

"Don't worry, I'll save one for you. Gotta think about your live broadcast ratings."

"Hee hee, this is gold! Hey, folks in the livestream room, witness it – today, I've got a friend whose a pro leading the team. Let the chicken dinner hunt begin!"

"They seem to be making a run for it; I'm on point."

The so called pro executed his role flawlessly. Despite facing a seemingly weak team, he exuded seriousness, as if there were four challenging opponents.

As he saw Wang Jun leaving, his M416 assault rifle instantly aimed.

However, before he could fire, a sharp gunshot echoed, and he took a hit.

"Sniper! Northwest!"

The "pro", even in his downfall, swiftly identified the sniper's location and relayed it to his teammates, while making a run for it, to take coverage. In that split second, he pondered if it was luck or skills.

"Gosh! It's a disaster~~" The team's support wailed.

" ****! You gotta be kidding me", the pro player cried out. He didn't even get to much action, and got shot at with cursed speed. His second-level helmet shattered, revealing a bloodied hole in his forehead.

The other two teammates, unfazed, adjusted their guns, wary.

Surprisingly, the opposing team paid no attention to the fallen player. A small figure peeked from behind the cover again.

Just as two players prepared to shoot, the opponent retracted and fired, hitting the mark.

"Damn!"

This time, the other members of the team erupted in simultaneous profanity.

Really? And so swiftly!

"Throw smoke and hold, don't engage directly!" Weishen, aka the pro, commanded decisively.

The other member followed orders immediately, taking cover behind a tree.

Meanwhile, the female team member, strategically hiding behind a rock, seemed to be having a unique crisis strategy – quivering in confusion while whispering the names of random pigs(curse words). Maybe she believes in the therapeutic power of oink-therapy.

"Ugh! The helmet I was wearing just took a lot of damage, I don't want to die.. This stone I'm huddled behind should keep me safe from the shots..."

"Tuan, quit cowering! Come help me, and pass me your helmet!" Weishen spoke with seriousness.

The female teammate, with a mischievous grin, strides up to the pro and goes, "Here, big brother, a delivery drop~", while reviving him.

Though frightened, she knew that if the so called pro player fell, disaster would befall their team.

'Tch! is this guy really good at this game? almost knocked out already' Tuan though simping on the outside was cursing in the inside.

Fortunately, the smoke grenades worked wonders, and the girl moved within the smokescreen without getting hit.

Weishen now all healed and with a new helmet, restored in confidence, switched to a higher vantage point, pulling out his M24 sniper rifle with an eight-fold scope. He keenly observed the movements on the opposite side.

In the scope, once the opponent showed up, he was confident he could eliminate them in seconds!

"He gonna peek, and he gonna die." Weishen stared at the screen, ready to unleash the bullet at any moment.

As the smoke cleared, Jiang Siming, hiding behind the dirt slope, couldn't resist peeking to assess the situation.

The multitude of smoke bombs made it impossible to target the opponent unless he looked more closely.

Originally intending to throw a grenade, Jiang Siming realized Wang Jun and the others had raided his backpack before. All that remained were bullets and smoke bombs.

Bang!

The moment he leaned forward, Jiang Siming felt a shot hitting him, and his health bar dropped by more than half, leaving only a sliver of life.

Terrified, Jiang Siming quickly retreated, grateful that the opponent missed his head. His level 2 helmet absorbed a significant portion of the damage, or he would have been a lifeless body by now.

"Oof! Missed the head!" Weishen expressed slight frustration, but he believed it didn't matter; he had the situatio under control.

"If they peek again, they're done for!"

As Weishen finished speaking, on the other side of the slope, a head emerged but retracted at lightning speed, firing another shot just like before.

Puff!

The muffled sound of bullet hitting flesh.

Weishen realized he had a hole in his helmet, with only one-fifth of his health bar remaining.

Startled, Weishen swiftly took cover to use a healing item.

Had it not been for the helmet, he would have been taken out by the opponent.

"Is this guy using cheats?" Weishen voiced suspicions.

Disagreeing, someone said, "Cheating disappeared a year ago. The anti-cheat mechanism by Blue Hole and Fujixun is powerful. Any account with issues gets banned in seconds; his cheats should've have been gone long ago."

Everyone found this explanation sensible.

While discussing, the voice of the Kar98k resounded again, and Weishen, who was hiding behind the tree fell to the ground once more!

Because, when he peeked out to locate Jiang Siming's position, another sniper bullet struck him.

This time, he couldn't crawl back to hide in time, hit by another bullet from Jiang Siming.

"Goodness, this is reaching peak absurdity, isn't it?" Weishen muttered, hovering on the edge of slamming the keyboard, not wanting to buy into the virtual madness.

Weishen's expression grew serious, sensing that the opponent was a sniper master.

" He's wounded and in bad shape; guys take action." As Weishen said this, he felt a tinge of embarrassment. He could only hand out orders from the sidelines now. He could already predict the content of the live chat…

"Okay, Tuan, rush with me." Without hesitation, the male and the female player behind him followed.

As the three charged, Weishen spectating the attack, noticed the opponent was still wounded. Victory might be be possible.

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