Chapter 705: Two Snipers!
"The fight between those two teams just now was absolutely thrilling, and the outcome was completely unexpected!"
"Yeah, the airdrop's AWM only had twenty bullets, so it's best saved for enemies with level-three helmets."
Without a second word, Haimi tossed his 98K to Qin An.
After his earlier duel with Hason, Haimi had gained a much clearer understanding of his own marksmanship. If he was just showing off his sniping skills in a casual match, that was fine, but in a tournament against an expert like Hason, going head-to-head with a sniper was pointless—he simply couldn't win.
Instead, it was better to play to his strengths and focus on semi-automatic rifles. Besides, they had plenty of high-magnification scopes, and an M4 could still take out distant enemies.
"Someone to the northwest, downed."
"There's a vehicle, took one out."
"His teammate is getting out, behind the car. Shoot him directly."
The three of them continued firing on enemies below from the hillside. Any unsuspecting team that appeared in their line of sight was immediately taken down!
The safe zone this round was relatively favorable for Qin An and his team. The hilltop was mostly within the zone, and the three of them held their ground firmly. A couple of squads tried to charge up, but they couldn't break through no matter what!
"There's a 98K on the hill!"
"That team on the hill is too much of a threat. Should we flank and take them out?"
"No way, that 98K is too accurate. Haven't you seen how many people he's already downed?"
"His aim is insane. Is that Hason?"
"No! It's Old P's team! Qian Zhong's squad seems to be mostly wiped out already, but I didn't check the kill feed closely. Hason probably isn't dead."
"Damn, Old P's team actually has a sniper this skilled?"
Two teams, relying on their superior gear, tried to push up the hill. They knew exactly where Qin An and the others were, but they just couldn't make it!
Qin An hid behind a rock. Every time he peeked out, it was a quick-scope shot. If the enemy didn't have a level-three helmet, he used the 98K; if they did, he switched to the AWM. Every shot was a one-hit knockout!
One squad retreated decisively, losing only two members. Another squad fared far worse—they tried to stop and revive a downed teammate, but ended up with all four dead.
A relentless stream of knockouts left the audience in the live chat dumbfounded!
"Damn, Old P's team suddenly turned it on, slaughtering everyone on this hill?!"
"This is insane. And he's carrying two snipers? That confident?"
"Amazing. And people were hyping up Hason? The results he got at the airport, Jademp is pulling off the same thing!"
"Those quick-scopes are just so satisfying to watch! Haimi even handed over his own 98K!"
"Who the hell is this guy? A high-ranked random? Or some powerhouse Old P dug up from somewhere?"
Originally, the audience's attention was mainly on the two big streamers, Old P and Haimi. But Qin An's display of sniping skill instantly stole the spotlight!
Even though Old P and Haimi were playing exceptionally well, they were reduced to mere supporting acts for Qin An.
"The circle is shifting. Plain area in front of the slope."
The safe zone kept shrinking. Now, only a dozen or so people remained, spread across six teams.
This circle wasn't particularly friendly. Old P and his team had to consider moving down the hill. The plain offered little cover, leaving them vulnerable to attacks from all directions.
"Should I give you back the M4?" Haimi asked.
Qin An shook his head. "No need. You keep it."
By now, Qin An had a solid grasp of the other teams' skill levels.
He had initially stuck with the M4 for safety, but that was no longer necessary. Carrying two snipers would maximize his effectiveness.
The open plain lacked cover, making it easy to get ambushed, but it also provided excellent visibility. A sniper rifle was just as devastating in this kind of terrain.
The nearby enemies at the base of the hill had been mostly cleared. The three of them descended and found a decent reverse slope to lie prone on.
From the bird's-eye view, the audience could clearly see that the small zone was filling up with more and more people. The surviving teams were all converging from different directions, maintaining a careful distance from each other as if by unspoken agreement.
This was the difference between a casual match and a tournament. In a casual game, even in squads, teams would often run into each other and engage in firefights. Some streamers would even deliberately stir up trouble, running toward the most crowded spots for entertainment value.
But in a tournament, every team played it safe, avoiding unnecessary fights as much as possible. As a result, by the final circle, the number of survivors was much higher than in a casual match.
"Sniper suppressor. Too bad there's only one." Old P tossed the sniper suppressor to Qin An as well.
The suppressor had been looted from one of the teams that had tried to charge up the hill earlier. The three of them took the opportunity to upgrade some of their gear and supplies.
Qin An attached the suppressor. "No problem. One is enough. I'll handle the shooting. You two stay low and don't give away your positions."
Haimi had a rifle suppressor, but Old P didn't. Qin An knew well that in a tournament, just like in the cheater-infested servers, once your gunfire revealed your exact location, you'd have countless eyes on you.
Having spent a long time in those cheater-filled servers, Qin An had honed his ability to stay hidden to perfection.