Chapter 115: One Man with a Gun, The City Falls!

“Damn, this guy’s so fierce?”
“We’re done for. What do we do next?”
“We can’t move; the enemy has a gun, and his marksmanship is terrifying.”
“Son of a— I was just about to leave.”
“Damn it, I...”

In midair, those who hadn’t yet landed watched in horror as people to their left and right fell one by one under the barrel of the same gun.

Many had come here with some hope or plan, but they hadn’t expected so many others to share the same idea.

As they approached K City, they realized with chilling clarity that this place—once overlooked and underestimated—was far more deadly than they had imagined.

Was K City about to become a city of slaughter?

Panic set in. Some deliberately slowed their descent, hoping to observe the situation. Others were already considering retreat.

But before any of them could act, Yang Hao, who had landed first and taken down a target, raised his rifle and commenced his killing spree.

One shot!
Two shots!
Three shots!
...

With every gunshot echoing across the skies near K City, those slower to act became living targets, each bullet striking true.

Watching one person after another fall around them, the crowd’s fear deepened.

Even more frustrating was the fact that this ruthless killer was the very person they had come to defeat.

Could he really be that terrifying?

Some had heard of the notorious “Hustler” but knew little beyond his name.

Those still scrambling for weapons saw the kill notifications flashing across their screens, their sense of danger growing by the second.

As for those already felled by Yang Hao, they were left with nothing but bitter regret.

If only they hadn’t come here.

If they had chosen to scavenge in less contested areas, even if they played cautiously, they might have stood a chance to qualify.

But now, it was all over.

Regret had come too late.

Viewers watching the live stream were stunned at first, then burst into laughter.

This Hustler was beyond brutal.

K City wasn’t known for rich loot; with so many dropping here, not everyone could expect to find a weapon. Yet Yang Hao, clutching an SKS, had effectively become the ruler of this place.

In PlayerUnknown’s Battlegrounds, success depends not only on skill and experience but also on luck—especially in the crucial moments after landing.

Whoever grabs a gun first holds the advantage.

No matter how skilled you are, if you land unarmed, your fate is almost sealed.

As the saying goes, the one with the gun is king.

Clearly, Yang Hao had the gun.

Suddenly, while Yang Hao was asserting his dominance with the SKS, two armed figures emerged from a nearby gas station.

Before the audience could react, Yang Hao was already ready.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Rapid shots from the SKS flew toward the two would-be attackers.

In an instant, the two were down under his precise fire.

“Damn, what kind of reflexes does this Hustler have?”
“What? He killed two more? How did I miss that?”
“Holy crap, that speed!”
“Hustler is unstoppable!”
“No way, this guy’s not human!”

The live chat flooded with excitement and astonishment.

Meanwhile, commentator Xiao Qi on the desk was turning red-faced, barely catching his breath.

He had spotted the movement at the gas station immediately and was preparing to build up the tension for viewers with a thrilling commentary.

But just as he was about to delve into the analysis, Yang Hao eliminated the two intruders with ruthless efficiency.

How was Xiao Qi supposed to comment on that?

Having just warmed up the stream’s atmosphere, he felt completely deflated.

This storyline wasn’t unfolding as expected!

Halfway through his sentence, Xiao Qi forced out a nervous chuckle and continued: “Ahem, as you can see, the man on screen saw the two attempting an ambush and skillfully neutralized the threat with his SKS, securing a double kill!”

“Someone tried to sneak up? Boom, dead again!”
“Exactly!”
“6666, awkward commentary!”
“Xiao Qi: Damn, I can’t keep this up.”
“LOL, I’m dying of laughter.”
“The most awkward commentary ever!”

With an embarrassed smile, Xiao Qi glanced at the live chat, only to twitch at the flood of messages.

As Yang Hao moved toward the Uptown area, Xiao Qi’s keen senses caught wind of an impending threat and immediately heightened the tension: “Attention, someone is targeting him in Uptown with a 98K rifle. The situation looks grim, as—”

Just then, two gunshots rang out. The figure hiding behind a window in Uptown peeked out for a moment before falling to two swift shots from Yang Hao.

Xiao Qi’s commentary abruptly cut off.

Watching Yang Hao dispatch his opponent with ease, Xiao Qi’s face darkened.

What the hell, is this guy out to get me?

Every time Xiao Qi found his groove and was about to hype the audience, or just when he was about to bring the scene to a climax, Yang Hao ended the fight instantly.

Could this be some ultimate skill—the greatest killjoy of all time?

Viewers at home burst out laughing at Xiao Qi’s stifled commentary.

This guy was hilarious.

Did Hustler have some grudge against him?

Watching the two, many were nearly laughing tears.

Moments later, as Yang Hao exited K City, not only viewers but also commentators Xiao Qi and Xiao Mo wore expressions of disbelief.

Anyone who landed in K City and survived long enough to encounter Yang Hao faced only one outcome.

Yang Hao in the match was like death incarnate, swinging his scythe to reap soul after soul.

No one escaped.

By the time he left the city, silence had fallen over both its streets and outskirts.

As his lone figure armed with a rifle drove away, those who had witnessed the carnage shuddered in recollection.

Where the landing turned into slaughter, the city’s survivors fled into solitude.

One man with a gun, and the city was conquered.