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In the open space outside the warehouse, Fatty the Money-Maker and Tony the Non-Bald Guy had already set up their formation.

Through the perspective of X-ray vision, the movements of the two men were clearly presented in Lin Rui's mind.

The money-grubbing chubby guy chose to go around to the right along the front wall of the warehouse, while Tony, who wasn't bald, crossed the open space and tried to flank from the left.

The two maintained a distance of about thirty meters, forming a fan-shaped pincer attack zone.

Their current situation is awkward. Although they know Lin Rui is right next to the warehouse and they saw the gauze-covered husband lying under the tree, they can't figure out Lin Rui's exact location.

The chubby guy who was making money moved his feet, the soles of his boots making a soft sound on the fine gravel.

The M4A1 carbine in his hand remained in a ready-to-fire position, with the butt firmly against his shoulder.

As he moved forward little by little, he arrived at the right corner of the warehouse.

According to conventional tactical thinking, the killer would usually search for loot immediately or crouch near the corpse to heal. Little Fatty, who was also focused on making money, thought the same way.

He leaned to the side, extending half of his shoulder, and aimed his gun at the bag of supplies left behind by his husband, who was covered in gauze.

The area was completely empty except for the backpack that emitted a faint glow; there was no one else in sight.

Lin Rui did not stay in place to suffer that sure-kill ambush.

The instant he took down the sniper, he crouched down and moved fifteen meters to the left along the outer wall, squeezing himself behind a dark blue electrical box.

This position is precisely the route that Tony, who isn't bald, must take to flank him.

Tony, who wasn't bald, walked with firm steps, his AK-47 assault rifle pointing diagonally at the ground.

With his teammates drawing fire on the other side, he relaxed his vigilance slightly and moved at a noticeably faster pace than the money-making chubby guy on the other side.

When Lin Rui stood up from behind the distribution box, the two were only four meters apart.

Tony, who wasn't bald, reacted a beat slower; his AK-47 was still pointing to his left front, while Lin Rui had already appeared to his right with his SCAR-H assault rifle. This created a nearly 90-degree blind spot.

In that instant, Tony instinctively displayed the qualities of a seasoned player.

Instead of standing still and resisting, he used his legs to push off, tilting his body weight backward in an attempt to create distance and forcefully turn the gun barrel.

Lin Rui's finger remained as steady as a mountain as he pulled the trigger.

Instead of chasing after the other man's swaying torso, he accurately predicted the point of support where Tony landed and stood firm.

Two crisp gunshots rang out.

The 7.62mm bullet accurately struck Tony's Level 6 body armor in the abdominal area.

Although it was top-tier armor, the abdominal plate was much thinner than the chest plate for ease of movement.

Two bullets struck the same spot in succession, causing the internal structure of the bulletproof material to break, and the indicator light turned red instantly.

Tony's AK-47 finally turned around, unleashing a torrent of fire.

At close range, the roar of automatic rifles echoed behind the empty warehouse.

Two bullets struck Lin Rui's level 6 armor breastplate squarely, sending up fragments of armor that streaked through the air.

The armor blocked the impact.

Lin Rui felt a dull throbbing force coming from his chest, but his breathing rhythm remained unchanged.

The SCAR-H fired its third bullet.

The bullet pierced through the crack in the bulletproof plate that had been previously damaged.

Tony fell to the edge of the ditch, his rifle slipping from his hand and crashing into the weeds.

"Tony!" the money-grubbing chubby guy shouted in the channel, his voice clearly urgent.

Instead of using tentative stealth, he quickened his pace and circled around from the right side of the warehouse.

Lin Rui didn't change positions; instead, he rushed towards the sound of footsteps.

The two bumped into each other at the corner of the drainage ditch behind the warehouse.

Seven meters away.

The money-making chubby guy reacted extremely quickly, his M4A1 carbine spitting fire.

The 5.56mm bullets traced an arc in the air; the first shot missed, and the second grazed the side edge of Lin Rui's helmet.

Lin Rui took a big step to the right while moving, using the inertia to lower his center of gravity, and his SCAR-H immediately switched to full-auto mode.

Five shots in quick succession.

At such close range, the lethality of large-caliber rifles is fully demonstrated.

The first two bullets sent sparks flying from the bulletproof chest plate of the money-grubbing chubby boy, and the third bullet followed immediately.

The money-grubbing chubby guy was knocked back two steps by the impact of the bullet, but he held on tightly and unleashed a barrage of fire from his M4A1.

Lin Rui's bulletproof vest was rapidly losing durability, and he could even feel the protective plates starting to deform under continuous impact.

The fourth shot.

The bulletproof plate on the money-making chubby guy's body shattered completely, revealing the tactical shirt underneath.

The fifth shot.

The bullet pierced through the unprotected torso.

The money-grubbing chubby guy's health dropped to the danger threshold in an instant. He staggered for a moment, but still gritted his teeth and raised the gun barrel, aiming directly at Lin Rui's head.

Lin Rui turned his head slightly, and the bullet grazed his ear as it flew towards the brick wall behind him.

As the money-grubbing chubby boy reached for the spare magazine at his waist, Lin Rui had already drawn his pistol the moment his fingertips touched the fabric.

Four gunshots rang out in succession.

The first two shots landed on the tattered chest armor of the money-grubbing chubby boy, while the next two hit his abdomen.

Even a 9mm pistol bullet, without any protection, is enough to take away any remaining life points.

Little Fatty, who was making money, fell backward onto the pile of rubble. His expensive, fully modified M4A1 rolled a few times on the ground, covered in dust.

The entire team was wiped out.

The system's reward notification appeared on my retina.

[Killed four enemy players, gained 800 experience points.]

Lin Rui leaned against the wall, trying to regulate his slightly rapid breathing.

Looking at the equipment status, the level 6 armor had less than a third of its durability left, riddled with bullet holes and cracks.

He bent down and quickly scanned the belongings of the money-grubbing chubby boy.

That fully modified weapon was equipped with the most advanced sights and various rare accessories, the most eye-catching of which was a tactical pendant that gleamed with gold.

This item is extremely valuable in the trading market; it's a rare commodity with a price but no market.

News about Awei came out like a barrage of bullets.

"Rui-ge! Do you know what you did? Xiao Shabu's live stream exploded! After she was killed, she kept broadcasting from her teammates' perspective, and over 60,000 people watched you wipe them out one by one!"

What are everyone's opinions?

"The comments section is full of question marks! There's nothing else to say, the whole screen is blocked. A lot of people are asking who this ID is. When Little Fatty who made money returned to the lobby, he shouted it into the microphone. He has absolutely no idea how he was taken down."

Ah Wei added another sentence.

"Wait a minute, Xiao Shabu is talking to the audience, and her expression doesn't seem right."

A few seconds later, Awei sent another message.

"She told everyone to search for the name 'Lin Rui'. Now the tide has completely turned. Someone dug up your video from the Elite Tournament, and the post about you single-handedly defeating eight members of the Black Scorpion Guild who had taken over the entire venue has also been pushed to the front page."

"Someone even posted a video clip of you taking on four level 6 armored players in one go to the community, and now the whole internet is looking for you."

Ah Wei sent me a screenshot.

In the center of the live stream screen, thousands upon thousands of comments converged into one sentence:

"It's him again."

Lin Rui closed the communication window, his expression unchanged.

He swiftly emptied the four bags on the ground, taking away all the valuable parts and ammunition; the backpacks were now stuffed full.

It's time to leave.

He turned and ran toward the nearest helicopter landing site.

The news about Awei is still being updated rapidly.

"Brother Rui, the number of viewers in your live stream has already reached 120,000, and even observers from professional teams are discussing the details of your gameplay. A thread summarizing your identity has appeared on the forum, and its popularity has exploded."

Lin Rui did not give any reply.

He leaped into the helicopter cabin, and with a deafening roar from the propellers, the helicopter took off.

"Escape successful. Total supplies taken: 8.75 million. Kills: 9."

Including the inventory in his account, this wealth caused him to jump a few places on the leaderboard.

Exit the game and remove the heavy simulation helmet.

The daylight outside the window had completely faded.

My phone vibrated. It wasn't Ah Wei, but a private message from an unknown number within the game.

The sender's name was very simple: Fish Boss.

The text is also very short.

"Lin Rui, want to talk?"

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