Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Screech!
Li Muqiu’s jeep came to a halt.
He swiftly hopped off the jeep but did not recklessly storm the building. Instead, he sneaked into the grain silo next door to observe the situation.
While he was tap-firing at Liu Zilang from the woods on the southern slope earlier, he had seen a motorcycle spin crazily in the air from his 8x scope.
That, along with the grenade throw from the motorcycle, seemed somewhat familiar to Li Muqiu…
‘It’s ‘that guy’!’
Instantly, memories of him being caught in Liu Zilang’s deadly prank from behind the airdrop crate in the first match of the day flooded his mind!
Veins bulged on his forehead. In his heart, a little man seemed to be yelling.
‘I’ll beat the sh*t out of you this time!!!’
Li Muqiu took a deep breath to calm his emotions.
‘Keep cool!
‘I need a plan to fight a b*stard like him!’
His eyes narrowed as he thought about it, and he started to draw up a plan in his mind.
In the eastern grain silo.
Liu Zilang was wary when he heard the sounds of an engine draw near. He knew that someone had parked a vehicle next door.
At the same time, he was also puzzled.
The explosions of the grenades earlier had been heard far and wide. It was impossible for his opponent to not know that someone was in the grain silo. So why had he come all the way just to be Liu Zilang’s ‘neighbor’?
Of course, if Liu Zilang knew that his opponent was Li Muqiu, his questions would have been answered.
His opponent’s motive was clear.
Not only that, but it was also concise.
Only one word.
That was, ‘revenge’!
However, since his opponent had no intention of coming into his building, Liu Zilang was not one to go and look for trouble. Moreover, they were already in the safe zone.
The reason he occupied the grain silo was because of its location that was in the center of the safe zone. Since he was already in place, he did not mind settling up for some target practice in the meantime.
The ensuing scene found the two people settling into an uneasy peace next to each other. The situation was a most curious one.
On the commentary platform.
“Hm… why do I feel like something is amiss? I didn’t know that Guru Qiu was so friendly with Vic.”
“Did Guru Qiu not recognize Vic?”
“That’s impossible. If he didn’t know the person in the silo was Vic, why did he drive all the way to occupy the other silo then? He should be waiting for an opportunity.”
“In any case, they’re in the safe zone now. It’s advantageous for both of them to delay the fight as much as possible so that both of them will earn more ranking points no matter the outcome of their fight.”
“The silos are also a perfect spot for target practice. There aren’t many buildings in the safe zone, and the terrain around Farm is flat. Players coming in from the north will have to head south toward the woods on the slope if they want to look for cover.”
“That’s right. When they move toward safety, they’ll have to pass by the twin silos. That will be the perfect chance for Vic and Guru Qiu to carry out target practice.”
“If their gun skills are adequate, they should have a pretty high chance of shooting people down even if they’re moving.”
“Oh! They’re starting their hunt!”
On the big screen of the tournament.
While the commentators were analyzing the situation, an orange-colored sedan was seen speeding past the grassy plains near Farm like a streaking meteor.
Tut tut tut~!
Tatatat~!
In an instant, gunfire erupted from the second-floor windows of the grain silos. A powerful thunderstorm of bullets rained down on the little orange sedan.
‘What the sh*t f*ck!’
The driver of the car, Ibiza, the rifler of team Liquid, was surprised as he cursed in his heart!
He had expected someone to be camping in the grain silos. However, he had not expected two ‘neighbors’ to shamelessly focus their fire on him!
Clink clank!
The chassis of the little orange sedan groaned under the strain of the bullets as sparks flew!
Blood spurted out from two different spots on Ibiza’s body. He lost more than half of his health.
In such a dire situation, Ibiza dared not stop his car. There was the risk of him being killed by his opponents even if he slowed down.
The problem was that the circle’s area was small. Someone else might have heard the sounds of gunfire and was headed his way.
Even if he made his way out of his car and then hid behind it, he risked being attacked from behind.
The ending was nevertheless the same word: Death.
Taking all that into consideration, Ibiza floored the gas pedal and continued charging forward.
On the second floor of the grain silo next door, Li Muqiu’s was a lot more spirited when he saw Liu Zilang firing at his target together with him.
In his eyes were only the gun in his hands and the car in the distance. Fully focused, he did not want Liu Zilang who was next door to steal his kill, no matter what.
After emptying a clip with his AK, he quickly pulled out an SKS that was slung on his back.
Meanwhile, Liu Zilang had also emptied a clip on his M16. He did not have a sniper rifle on him. He saw that his target only had a little health left, and the gunfire from his next-door neighbor had not stopped.
If he reloaded his gun, his neighbor could steal his kill in the meantime.
Firing the crossbow at such a distance was too dependent on luck. Not to mention, he would have to reload between shots, and the reload time was just as bad.
Liu Zilang could not guarantee that the driver of the car would be as cooperative as the incident he had at Duga where his opponent ‘caught’ his crossbow bolt accurately.
Just then, he had a brainwave!
‘Right!
‘I still have another gun!’
Under the watchful eyes of viewers from all around the world, Liu Zilang pulled out a revolver from the utility belt around his waist.
Revolver?
The viewers in the Chinese Live stream channel could only stare with their mouths agape, they were unable to say anything as they watched Liu Zilang’s hand grip the revolver. They then saw him aim out of the window like a Western cowboy…
“LOLOL, it’s McCree’s turn now!”
“That f*cker is getting too full of himself! He can’t take down the car with his M16, and he plans to use a revolver? Does he have any idea what he’s doing?”
“Alright, mark my words. If Vic kills that person with the revolver, I’ll f*ck an electric fan! Full speed! Nothing less!”
“…”
In the match, Li Muqiu was confident that he would take down the opponent with his “17 shots in two seconds” SKS.
Suddenly, he heard gunfire from a strange gun!
Bang bang bang!
‘What’s that?’
Li Muqiu was taken aback for a moment. However, he quickly figured it out.
‘Re…volver?
‘That’s too much!’
Li Muqiu’s face darkened as something roared in his heart!
‘If I, Li Muqiu, lose to your revolver, I’ll spell my name in reverse from now on!’
At that instant, his mind was clear!
He had achieved a zen-like trance, and in his eyes were nothing but the little sedan that was moving in the distance.
Li Muqiu took a glance at the remaining ammo in his magazine and saw that he had seven bullets left.
‘That’s enough.’
His lips curled slightly upward as he adjusted the crosshair of his 8x scope.
The prediction shot was lined up.
His finger was on his left mouse button.
Before he could pull the trigger, the smile on his face froze. Then, his complexion turned to that of plaster…
On the big screen of the tournament, a silhouette fell out of the orange sedan that was heading toward the woods on the south slope. A kill notification appeared on the top right corner of the screen.
“4AM-Vic killed Liquid-Ibiza with R1895!”
14 Kills!
‘That’s… it?’
It was sunset in the match.
Under the fading twilight, a long shadow stretched behind Li Muqiu who was standing next to the second-floor window of the grain silo.
He was as lonely as a dog under the sunset…
…