Reporting Chen Zhao

Chen Zhao's livestream began to see its viewer count surge!

200 viewers!

400 viewers!

1,000 viewers!

2,000 viewers!

At last, it climbed to around 3,000 and stopped.

Chen Zhao didn't notice a thing and continued on his way to the Research Institute. Every so often, he hit the brakes, got out, and used his M24 to score a headshot on a distant enemy.

Before he knew it, his kill count had risen to 10.

Chen Zhao felt like he was in great form. This chicken dinner was in the bag!

In Wolf Brother's livestream, a crowd of fans started flooding the chat with comments:

"Wolf Brother, that cheating bastard Chen Zhao is coming for you!"

"Chen Zhao's driving a Jeep to the Research Institute! I couldn't make out the license plate!"

"Wolf Brother, you have to take down that cheater!"

"Careful, Wolf Brother! I just came from Chen Zhao's livestream. He'll be there any second!"

Watching his fans' comments, Wolf Brother realized that a lot of them had gone to Chen Zhao's livestream to gather intel. He immediately grew nervous.

He asked his fans which direction Chen Zhao was coming from. The answer was the mountain in front of the Research Institute. Nervously, Wolf Brother loaded his 98k and peered toward the mountain ahead.

At last, a green Jeep came speeding into view, racing toward the Research Institute!

Wolf Brother's expression turned serious. He aimed down sights, took aim, and fired!

A burst of blood erupted from Chen Zhao inside the Jeep!

Wolf Brother cursed inwardly. He'd meant to go for the head, but the distance was too great and the other guy was driving too fast. His shot had gone a little wide.

Chen Zhao was startled. His health had dropped by more than half in an instant. He immediately realized there was a sniper at the Research Institute. He slammed on the brakes, jumped out, and took cover behind the Jeep, then started healing.

As he healed, he swept his gaze around and spotted an enemy in the Research Institute, crouching in a corner on the rooftop with only his head exposed. The enemy held a 98k, aiming at the Jeep.

Chen Zhao's expression darkened. The other guy was clearly a skilled player, hiding so well that Chen Zhao might never have spotted him if his own intelligence hadn't improved and let him search so quickly. And to hit him with a single shot from that far away, while he was in a moving car? That marksmanship was on par with a pro's—almost supernatural!

Lots of professional players played regular matches too. Maybe this time he'd really run into a tough opponent!

On the rooftop of the Research Institute, Wolf Brother was too nervous to even blink.

His opponent... was an aimbot cheater!

His helmet had barely any durability left. If an M24 headshot hit him, he'd turn into a Loot Crate Spirit on the spot.

Wolf Brother's heart raced. He was a pro, and he'd taken down cheaters before. Once, on the Desert Map, he'd run into a flying cheater and shot him out of the sky with his Uzi, as cool as Genghis Khan shooting down a giant eagle with his bow. He'd also encountered a teleporter in the Rainforest, but he'd knocked the guy down with a single shot in the split second after he finished teleporting. He'd even run into a cheater who could automatically regenerate health, getting back up on his own after being knocked down without anyone reviving him. Wolf Brother had braced his M249 and fired eighty rounds, turning the guy into a sieve.

And now, he'd finally run into an aimbot cheater!

Aimbots weren't unbeatable. All you had to do was shoot the moment your opponent peeked out, before he had the chance to pull the trigger. Take him down decisively, and you'd have successfully taken down a cheater.

But the difficulty was immense!

It was practically an impossible mission!

The viewers in the livestream were worked up and yelling excitedly:

"Take him down, Wolf Brother!"

"Wolf Brother! Show that cheating orphan how deadly your 98k is!"

"Wolf Brother, if you take him down, I'll tip you 8,000!"

"Wolf Brother, if you take him down, I'll tip you 10,000!"

Suddenly, Chen Zhao darted out from behind the Jeep and fired!

Without warning, in an instant!

Wolf Brother jumped and immediately clicked his mouse, but... his gun didn't fire!

On the computer screen, his character had already been shot in the head, leaving behind nothing but a smoking wooden crate...

He'd been late by less than 0.1 seconds.

As expected, no matter how fast your reflexes were, they couldn't beat an aimbot.

Wolf Brother sighed and started the reporting process. As he filed the report, he chatted with the viewers in his livestream:

"Sorry, I really was a little tired tonight. I froze for a moment just now, and the other guy peeked out and fired before I could react. My hand was too slow. I failed to take down the cheater."

"I'm sure you could all see it. The moment he peeked out, he fired. It happened in an instant, without the slightest pause."

"I know pretty much all the pro players in the country. We've played friendly matches together and shared meals. As far as I know, only God Sakura and God Cat can snipe that quickly, and even they can't guarantee a hit every time. God Sakura's in Munich, Germany, for a tournament right now, so there's no way he'd have time to play a regular match. God Cat keeps a regular schedule and would've gone to bed ages ago."

"So I can say for certain that this guy's using an aimbot, maybe even an auto-lock headshot hack. I've reported him now, so there should be a result by the time I stream tomorrow. I'll show it to you then."

"Good night, everyone!"

After that, Wolf Brother finished reporting Chen Zhao, shut down his livestream, and logged off.

Many of Wolf Brother's fans were furious too. They all rushed to report Chen Zhao, determined to get justice for their beloved streamer.

Chen Zhao still had no idea anyone had reported him. He drove leisurely to the Research Institute, went up to the rooftop, and started looting Wolf Brother's crate.

"Now that's good stuff!" Chen Zhao exclaimed, clicking his tongue in admiration. "Three Adrenaline shots! What a haul!"