Su Ye had just been thinking there were too few players this time. He hadn't had his fill of killing yet.
He hadn't expected them to be so considerate, calling in reinforcements for him of their own accord.
Since his prey was delivering itself to his doorstep, he certainly wouldn't hold back.
"A Da, full speed ahead."
"Fifteen, unleash the Light Machine-Gun Turret and Roof-Mounted Ballista. Full firepower."
"Xing Meng, keep a close eye on them. Don't let a single one escape."
The newly arrived players had thought they were coming to claim a share of the spoils. A few reckless ones even accelerated toward Su Ye, eager to claim the first kill.
But in their very first encounter, before they could even get a clear look at Su Ye's headlights, the ferocious barrage tore them to pieces.
"Holy shit, this is what they call being on his last legs?"
"Not even the ashes of Changming Yushi's corpse are left! We've been tricked!"
"Those fucking bastards tricked us into coming here to die!"
Some sharp-eyed players instantly realized they had come to serve as cannon fodder.
While cursing the earlier players and eighteen generations of their ancestors, they stomped on their accelerators without hesitation and joined the fleeing masses.
More ironically still, as they fled, they began copying their predecessors to save their own skins, sending messages in the group to lure more players over to die in their place.
That certainly made Su Ye happy with his killing spree.
Watching the endless stream of red dots on the Radar, Su Ye even took the initiative to slow his hunt.
He deliberately eased the pace, giving the fleeing players plenty of time to call in more people.
Whenever a fresh batch of players was tricked into coming, the Gale Ranger