That was also why Zhao Xun had chosen to rest at Riverside Park. The surrounding area was relatively open, making it an ideal place for him to strike as long as there were players nearby.
Of course, if there wasn't a single player nearby, he could only chalk it up to bad luck.
He would have to head somewhere else relatively close.
Although it was as bright as day, it was still the early hours of the morning, so there weren't many people at Riverside Park.
Zhao Xun replaced the Miniature Pistol's magazine right there in the pavilion-each magazine held only five rounds, and he had already used up all the bullets in the gun.
Then he took out a Standard Pistol. He had only used it once before, and it still had nine rounds left. As long as his aim was good, that should be enough.
This pistol had an effective range of fifty meters, though it could still inflict damage within two hundred meters.
Fifty meters was enough.
Not long after Zhao Xun finished his preparations, several hundred red dots of light finally appeared on the map.
Only the dot representing Zhao Xun himself was green.
Three of the dots were very close to him, right inside Riverside Park.
Zhao Xun immediately took flight and headed toward one of them.
The player represented by that dot had clearly noticed Zhao Xun approaching and was fleeing in the opposite direction.
But ordinary running couldn't match the speed of winged flight. Zhao Xun caught up with him in just a minute.
The man looked wildly around as he ran.
He had surely noticed how quickly Zhao Xun was approaching and how close he already was, yet despite looking all around, he couldn't see anyone. He was both panicked and bewildered.