Everyone Who Has Seen Me Is Dead

Landing.

He quickly scanned his surroundings and the sky; no one had landed nearby. Chen Zhao felt a surge of pleasure as he climbed through a window into a house and began to scavenge.

Bandages, cola, level two backpack, level two helmet...

After clearing a few small houses, Chen Zhao was fully kitted out with level two gear, clutching an AKM and an S686. He carried about 100 rounds of 7.62 ammunition and twenty shells for the 12-gauge shotgun. While not a massive stockpile, it should be enough for any brief skirmishes.

Finding a jeep by the roadside, Chen Zhao hopped in, accelerated, and headed down the road to hunt for players.

That's right, hunt for players. With Chen Zhao's current marksmanship, he was practically invincible. Playing in these public matches was as easy as mowing the lawn, wasn't it?

He hadn't driven far when he heard intense gunfire erupting from the center of P City.

Chen Zhao decisively parked the jeep on the outskirts of P City, stepped out, drew his AKM, and crept toward the sound of the shots.

The gunfire was incredibly fierce; it sounded like two full squads were locked in a firefight!

The chat in his livestream began to buzz:

"The streamer is playing solo-squad, shouldn't he be finding a place to hide? He's actually going to push a fight?"

"Taking on one or two people is one thing, but why are you getting involved when two squads are already clashing!"

"Is he trying to commit suicide?"

"It's over, the countdown to the streamer's demise has begun..."

"Done for, the streamer is about to become a loot crate..."

The viewers all felt Chen Zhao was finished. Going solo against a pile of people—he'd be lucky not to get wiped out!

Chen Zhao didn't pay any attention to the activity in the chat; his focus was razor-sharp as he continuously scanned the housing complex ahead.

Suddenly, an enemy appeared behind a garage, ducking behind a wall to use a healing item. They must have been low on health from the firefight and retreated here to recover.

The enemy hadn't seen Chen Zhao, but Chen Zhao had seen him!

He quickly raised his AKM and, without a moment's hesitation, landed a headshot!

[You knocked out Whoever Hits Me Is My Grandson with a headshot from an AKM]

Chen Zhao felt a flicker of joy; a low-health enemy was indeed easy to deal with—one shot was all it took.

Then, he felt a surge of anger. Whoever Hits Me Is My Grandson? This enemy's ID was just too punchable!

No, he had to finish him off!

And it couldn't just be a simple shooting; he had to blast him into oblivion to feel satisfied!

Since the enemy was behind a wall, he was out of sight after being knocked down. Chen Zhao could only predict his position on the ground. After being knocked, the enemy would surely try to crawl away to escape. Predicting the position wasn't easy, but for Chen Zhao, it was a trivial matter!

Two grenades were quickly tossed, landing in two different spots behind the wall.

After a brief wait, the explosion roared, and a notification appeared on his computer screen:

[You killed Whoever Hits Me Is My Grandson with a fragmentation grenade]

The gunfire had stopped by now; one squad must have fled or been wiped out. There were definitely still enemies left. Chen Zhao switched to his S686 and turned to enter a two-story building.

The reason he switched to the S686 was that this double-barrel shotgun could knock down enemies in close quarters faster than anything else—the "great equalizer" gun didn't earn its reputation for nothing. No matter what level helmet or armor you had, whether you were at low health or full, two blasts meant you were going down!

Chen Zhao went upstairs and checked every room, but found no enemies. He switched the S686 back to the AKM, crept onto the balcony, and peered outside.

The balcony offered a perfect view of the road running through P City. A few meters ahead, a destroyed sedan was burning fiercely. A few meters away from the car, four loot crates sat neatly in a row. Some firearms and ammo were scattered nearby; it looked like they had already been looted, and the looter had swapped their weapons.

Chen Zhao concluded that the looter hadn't gone far, so he flicked his wrist and threw a smoke grenade out.

The smoke grenade blossomed in the middle of the road, hissing as it billowed.

Chen Zhao held his breath and waited. If there were enemies nearby, seeing the smoke suddenly rise for no reason might draw them out to investigate. When they did, he could gun them down!

A grenade suddenly flew out from a window in a building by the street, landed in the smoke, and detonated. Clearly, someone was hiding in that building, and seeing the mysterious smoke on the street, they had tossed a grenade to test the waters.

Chen Zhao's spirits lifted; there were indeed remaining enemies!

Chen Zhao stared intently at the building where the grenade had come from, waiting for the opponent to show their head.

But even after the smoke grenade's duration ended and the smoke cleared from the street, no one appeared.

What a patient coward.

Since you won't come out, fine! I'll deliver the bullets to your doorstep!

Chen Zhao swapped to the S686—the king of close-quarters combat—leaped from the balcony, and sprinted toward the targeted building! The distance was short; within seconds, Chen Zhao kicked the door open and charged in!

Just as he entered, he saw an enemy prone in the corner, aiming an M416 at the door!

"Boom! Boom!" Chen Zhao fired two shots in rapid succession!

Two headshots!

[You knocked out lulaoye with a headshot from an S686]

[You killed lulaoye with a headshot from an S686]

The notification popped up twice on the screen. The enemy lying on the ground had turned into a loot crate.

Chen Zhao remembered that he had been streaming for a while and hadn't said a word to his audience yet, so he spoke up:

"Everyone, look at this guy I just sprayed down; he is a classic example of a failed indoor defense."

"Waiting for a rabbit by the corner is a viable choice, but he was lying flat on the ground, which is a huge mistake."

"When you're prone, your ability to raise your gun is restricted, making it hard to hit enemies once they start moving. Plus, when you're lying down, you can't move quickly in a short time to dodge bullets. He was practically a sitting duck. It's no wonder he died!"

"If you absolutely must defend the first floor, you should choose to crouch in a corner. For one, it reduces your hit area, and for another, crouching doesn't restrict your ability to aim and fire."

"In this game, luck and skill each account for half, and skill is further divided into marksmanship and tactical awareness. From now on, I'll share some tips with you all from time to time."

Chen Zhao finished speaking, feeling that his explanation was decent enough.

Just as he was about to switch to the live stream to see if the audience agreed or disagreed with his analysis, he suddenly heard a voice ring out from above.

"Little brother, are you a streamer?"

Chen Zhao reacted instantly; there was still an enemy on the second floor!

And the voice was very pleasant, soft and sweet—it was a girl!

Of course, it could also be a burly man using a voice changer. These days, you never know if a girl with long, flowing hair might be buying a razor.

"I am a streamer, the very technical kind," Chen Zhao said, looking up toward the second floor. "Everyone who has met me has turned into a loot crate. So don't struggle; just walk down quietly, and I'll give you a decent death."

"Don't kill me! We're in the same line of work!" the girl on the second floor said hurriedly.

"Same line of work?" Chen Zhao was stunned. "You're a streamer too?"

"I've said so much, and you still haven't recognized who I am?" The other party's voice sounded a bit aggrieved and a little angry.