The Approaching Endgame (Moon Ticket Requests)
From then on, what Luo Zhen did was very simple.
With the Off-road Three-wheeled Motorcycle as transportation, he could quickly traverse the battlefield. He no longer chose to snipe, much less hide himself. Instead, he drove openly beneath the sunlight, heading in one direction after another.
What directions?
Naturally, the directions where the players were.
"Even if 'Death Gun' has Optical Camouflage, making him impossible for the satellite to scan and preventing anyone from finding his location, the others are different."
"As long as I eliminate all the other players, once only him and I remain, he'll naturally have to come out."
"Or perhaps he'll be unable to resist jumping out while I'm moving."
Luo Zhen no longer wanted to play games with 'Death Gun,' so he prepared to end the BoB Tournament with the simplest and most brutal method.
Thus, Luo Zhen drove openly across the battlefield. Whenever the satellite passed over the island, he used the holographic map on the receiver to charge straight toward the locations of one player after another.
The participants of this BoB Tournament began to receive nightmare-like treatment.
"Hahahaha! Die!"
In a mountainous area, a player holding a submachine gun laughed wildly while spraying bullets at a player who had run out of ammunition. The latter fled in disarray, but was eventually enveloped by countless Trajectory Prediction Lines, leaving him with nowhere to dodge.
"Damn it!"
The player's face filled with regret as he resigned himself to his fate.
"Haha!"
Seeing this, the submachine-gun-wielding player laughed even more proudly. He had just been about to pull the trigger and shoot his opponent dead when the situation suddenly changed.
"Rumble...!"
Amid roaring wheel and engine noises, the Off-road Three-wheeled Motorcycle burst into the battlefield.
"Th... that is...!?"