You went on a blind date and presented an A-level wanted criminal as a meeting gift?

Breaking historical records in two consecutive rounds, Lin Chen's score has widened the gap by a precipitous margin.

The point difference between the second-place player and him was greater than the point difference between the second-place player and the last-place player.

The final challenge begins this afternoon: a live-fire exercise of urban warfare in an abandoned city.

Base C is a simulated war zone built to the scale of a real city.

The three-story residential buildings, shops, intersections, underpasses, overpasses, and parking lots are all solid buildings made of reinforced concrete, making them almost indistinguishable from real city streets.

All participants changed into laser-sensing vests and were issued blank-round pistols.

The rules are simple: free-for-all urban combat, the last three survivors are selected.

Ten people dispersed and entered the war zone.

Lin Chen twirled the blank-shot pistol in his hand twice.

The gun is a modified version of the Type 92. The recoil of blank cartridges is much smaller than that of live cartridges. When fired, it emits a puff of smoke but no bullet.

The hit detection relies entirely on the laser sensors on the body.

He didn't rush into the core area of ​​the battle.

[God-level Danger Perception] has been faintly pulsating under his skin ever since he entered Zone C.

It wasn't an immediate, fatal warning, but rather a persistent, dull unease.

Like the slow drop in air pressure before a storm.

He stood on the rooftop of a three-story building, overlooking the entire war zone.

He could roughly determine the positions of seven out of the nine candidates.

The laser pistol produces a faint infrared signature when fired, which his eyesight can detect at that distance.

But these are not the people he is interested in.

At the edge of the war zone, three red dots lit up in his mind.

It is not a system tag.

It's intuition.

Two "logistics personnel" appeared outside the fence on the east side of the war zone.

They had changed out of their work clothes and put on camouflage uniforms exactly like those worn by the base's security personnel.

The guy disguised as a military doctor in the medical tent was no longer in his original spot.

Lin Chen's lips twitched.

coming.

He deliberately came down from the rooftop and moved along the alleyway on the right towards the edge of the war zone.

They chose a dead-end alley that was surrounded by buildings on three sides and had only one exit.

The bait is in place.

He walked to the middle of the alley and stopped, leaning against a brick wall, and took out a blank-round pistol, pretending to check the magazine.

Footsteps came from the entrance of the alley.

Heavy, urgent, and filled with obvious murderous intent.

Xiao Kuang.

This guy had been holding his breath since the first level, and being crushed in two consecutive levels drove him crazy.

He followed Lin Chen all the way, and finally got a one-on-one situation.

Xiao Kuang appeared at the alley entrance, holding a blank-round pistol in both hands, the muzzle pointed at Lin Chen.

"Lin Chen".

He grinned, his scars looking particularly menacing in the shadows.

"You had an advantage in the first two rounds, but the third round is real street fighting, which is my home turf."

He raised his gun and aimed.

Lin Chen didn't move.

It wasn't because of Xiao Kuang.

It's because of another voice.

The sound was extremely faint, so faint that probably only Lin Chen among the hundred people present could hear it—the sound of the metal slide being slowly pulled.

It wasn't the sound of a Type 92 blank-firing gun.

That was the sound of a real gun being cocked.

"Bang!"

A muffled gunshot rang out from the building above the alley.

It doesn't have the dry, crisp sound of a blank cartridge.

It's that dull, muffled sound, like patting cotton, after a live bullet passes through a silencer.

A cloud of blood mist exploded from Xiao Kuang's right shoulder.

A large-caliber armor-piercing round entered from the second floor of the building at the three o'clock position behind him, penetrating his shoulder joint, and his entire right arm swung backward at an abnormal angle.

The broken bone fragments pierced the skin, and white bone fragments mixed with bright red flesh were exposed to the air.

Xiao Kuang opened his mouth wide and let out a scream that was not human.

His pistol flew out of his hand.

He fell forward as if he had been hit by a truck, his face hitting the concrete ground, and the blood on his right shoulder quickly spread into a dark red patch beneath him.

The exercise turned into a massacre.

Lin Chen's pupils contracted for a moment.

It wasn't fear, it was calculation.

three directions.

The rooftop on the east side—the spot where the shot was fired—is a silenced sniper rifle.

From the second-floor window on the south side—the barrel of the second assassin's gun is protruding from the gap in the curtains.

Under the overpass to the northwest—a third person is moving to a firing position.

A triangular blockade.

Three silenced live guns, from three different angles, turned this dead-end alley into a killing field with no blind spots.

A cold voice came from the communicator.

"Lin Chen, a head worth a billion US dollars...we'll take it."

Three muffled thuds sounded almost simultaneously.

Three large-caliber bullets were fired at Lin Chen's head, heart, and spine, respectively.

A sure-fire strategy.