Chapter 653: Airdropped AWM
Old P, who didn't want to be a salted fish, drove his jeep straight over. Since he'd already decided to check it out, he had to move fast. Otherwise, taking such a huge risk would be a total loss if someone else grabbed the airdrop first.
Dense gunfire erupted. Old P's jeep was way too conspicuous, and bullets were flying at him from all directions. At least three people shot at him along the way, but because his jeep was moving fast, he and the vehicle only lost a bit of health—nothing serious.
Arriving at the airdrop site, the crate was just landing. Old P slammed on the brakes, pulled the handbrake, quickly got out, and dropped prone to start looting the crate.
(Chen Mo had added a handbrake feature to vehicles, so as long as players engaged it, the vehicle wouldn't roll downhill.)
Gunfire was still ringing out around him. Both the jeep and the supply crate took hits, but using them as cover, Old P didn't get shot again.
"Whoa, that's... an AWM sniper rifle headshot kill on zzz!"
Another gaming pod nearby let out another "whoa," clearly startling the guy too.
After firing one shot, Old P immediately ducked back. Dense gunfire erupted again, adding a few more bullet holes to the supply crate.
At times like this, the advantage of a sniper rifle was fully revealed. Although the three people were spread out in a fan shape in front of Old P, they weren't far away. With an eight-times scope on the AWM, you could shoot me a few times, but as long as I hit you in the head with one shot, you're dead!
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"The circle's shrinking again!"
"The safe zone is still around Old P and Deadfire. Looks like these two are heading for a showdown? One has an SKS, the other an AWM?"
"Two guys are sneaking up behind Deadfire!"
"Whoa, both of those guys got taken out by Deadfire..."
"Only two left already? Damn it!"
The players in the holographic projection viewing area were also hyped up. The late-game pace was still this fast!
At this stage, the safe zone had shrunk very small, and it was all open plains with a few small slopes, a few trees, and a few rocks. Cover was very scarce.
At this point, players with high-magnification scopes, good guns, and steady aim showed their advantage. This Deadfire guy had been trading shots with Old P, but the moment he heard gunfire behind him, he turned around and killed both guys sneaking up on him.
The final circle came down to a duel between Old P and Deadfire. Old P had 5 kills, while Deadfire had 7, proving that these two weren't just lucky—they had skill too!
"Deadfire is that lucky bastard who made it out of the airport, right? Damn impressive, his aim is rock solid."
"Old P's not bad either!"
"But... Old P is outside the safe zone now!"
On the big screen, the two were frantically throwing grenades. Old P had already chugged all his energy drinks, tossed several high-explosive grenades to block the path, then threw a few smoke grenades and charged straight out!
The SKS's gunfire rang out continuously. Deadfire seemed to have been hit by a grenade, but he had no time to bandage. He had to pin down Old P!
Through the smoke, Old P sprinted quickly, then rolled, firing his SCAR wildly at Deadfire, who was behind a rock!
Genius remembers this site's address in one second: