Chapter 97: The Twin Snipers Appear Again

That day's livestream, aside from Lin Zijin and Yang Hao, what left the deepest impression on viewers was none other than Yao Cheng, soaring wild and free. After all, in the wake of that day's broadcast, he had sparked a wave of airdrop joyriders racing after supply crates. The name "Wind-Chasing Youth" swiftly echoed across PUBG. Still, most people had no idea who this so-called Wind-Chasing Youth really was. As for Zhu Ziyuan, viewers had some impression of him, but not as deep as their impression of Yao Cheng.

But if you thought Zhu Ziyuan was less famous than Yao Cheng, you'd be wrong. Because that day, Xie Qingzhu's arrival had caught Zhu Ziyuan red-handed as he snuck off to an internet café to play games—and the entire ordeal was witnessed by every viewer present that day. You might not know who "Pig Head Bro" was, but bring up the man dragged out of the internet café by his wife, and hardly anyone would be in the dark. The scene back then had been absolutely hilarious. What's more, the mischievous Yang Hao and Yao Cheng had been right there beside him, fanning the flames and pouring oil on the fire with all their might. Faced with a spectacle like that, how could the viewers not laugh? How could they not remember it vividly?

At the same time, when they spotted Yang Hao and his crew up on G Port's hill, those who had watched the afternoon match grew excited in an instant. Recalling the scene of Yang Hao and the others on P City's hill that afternoon, many began to tremble with anticipation. Was that moment about to replay itself? Just as they were about to post comments and send barrages to cheer Yang Hao and the others on, they discovered that the stream screen had already been flooded by the three names "Brother Hustle," "Wind-Chasing Youth," and "Pig Head Bro." The earlier viewers were stunned. "Brother Hustle," as these people called him—he was one of the men in this group? They were blown away! Since when had their school produced a figure like this? Brother Hustle? They had never heard of him before! Countless people were utterly perplexed. Where on earth had this guy come from? Clearly, a Brother Hustle with such terrifying influence could not be some nameless nobody—yet until now, hardly any of them had ever heard of him. Of course, not everyone was in the same boat; those who regularly watched Lin Zijin's streams did know of Brother Hustle. It was just that Brother Hustle, so mysterious in identity, turned out to be a student at their own school. That was completely beyond their expectations.

On G Port's hill. After leaving the school, Yang Hao and his three companions had traveled westward to arrive here. Along the drive, they had run into a couple of small-scale ambushes, but all had been easily dealt with.

In the broadcast control room. Seeing Yang Hao and his group appear on G Port's hill, Old Jiang grew excited. Among all the people at Tianhai University who best understood Yang Hao and his crew's strength, aside from a handful like Zhou Chen, it was him. Because he had witnessed Yang Hao and Zhu Ziyuan's coordination that afternoon, he was now this thrilled. Was that godlike execution and synchronization really about to appear once more? Old Jiang couldn't help asking himself, yet he forcibly suppressed his excitement. He couldn't help but be excited; if it had been earlier, he could have kept his composure. But now, over a million people were watching their match live, and as the head of directing, the pressure weighing on him was immense. Though he had done a fair amount of directing work over the years in student clubs and external internships, being a student who hadn't yet formally graduated, getting to work on a broadcast at the million-viewer scale was a first. Anyone would be excited. It was precisely because he had considerable experience that he could keep a steady mind. Had he not seen the bunch of young fellows around him, tense beyond belief? To be responsible for directing a million-viewer livestream was an honor, but it also carried no small burden. With so many people watching, if they were the least bit careless and caused some broadcast accident, things would blow way out of proportion. A mistake wouldn't just get them scolded—it might even affect the school. This matter had already drawn the attention of the school leaders; were it not for the fact that several professors from the directing program weren't on campus, the school might already have sent teachers to take over their work.

Gazing fixedly at the images on the screen, Old Jiang didn't dare be the slightest bit careless. Suddenly, gunfire rang out! Old Jiang's pupils abruptly contracted, and the very next moment, his concentration sharpened to an extreme. In that instant, a knockdown notification flashed across the screen. "Lost-a-Pig knocked down Blood Wolf with a Kar98k headshot!" The moment that notification appeared, on the rooftop of a certain tall building in G Port's upper district, Blood Wolf, the sniper, had already collapsed to the ground clutching his stomach. His face was filled with disbelief. He looked at his once-pristine Level 3 helmet, now blasted to pieces, reduced to a completely useless ornament. All of a sudden, Blood Wolf seemed to think of something. "Two shots?" Blood Wolf recalled the double-sniper tactic he had heard about before the finals. He had naturally heard of the legendary double-sniper tactic from that afternoon. But he never expected that this tactic, spoken of with such reverence, would be applied to him so soon. Just as these thoughts crossed his mind, a 98K bullet fired from somewhere extremely far away slammed into his already useless helmet. A mist of blood burst from his head, and his entire body instantly lost all signs of life. On the rooftop, a loot box appeared. "Lost-a-Pig killed Blood Wolf with a Kar98k headshot!" When this kill notification appeared, Gao He and the others, who had been about to head upstairs to rescue him, were thoroughly dumbfounded.

Almost at the same time, the livestream screen was filled with a frenzy of barrages. "6666, Pig Head Bro is awesome!" "Truly worthy of being the man dragged away by his wife!" "Wuwuwu, too bad Pig Head Bro already has a wife." "Long-range one-shot headshot, so cool!" "Sharpshooter, Pig Head Bro!" Amid this chorus of applause, the broadcast image changed. The stream split into three, showing three perspectives—Yang Hao, Zhu Ziyuan, and the headshot Blood Wolf. Seeing this, quite a few people were mildly taken aback. What was going on? A replay? With their doubts, countless viewers watched the replay to the end, only to be stunned once more. "Holy crap, the guy on that roof was wearing a Level 3 helmet?" "98K one-shot headshot through a Level 3 helmet, instant kill?" "No, that's not one shot—it's two!" "Didn't you guys notice? The ones shooting just now weren't just Pig Head Bro, but Brother Hustle too!" "Hiss..."

The replay ended, and the camera returned to Yang Hao and the others. Many people drew in a sharp breath. At first, when Zhu Ziyuan had fired to knock down and kill that man in the upper district, the audience had been only mildly excited, not yet shocked. Because in the streams over the past few days, they had already witnessed Zhu Ziyuan's marksmanship and naturally knew his shooting was extraordinary. However, when they realized that the one firing wasn't one person, but two—and that the man who had been knocked down was a full-health player wearing a Level 3 helmet—they were instantly blown away. They finally understood the meaning of the replay. Gazing at the two figures on the screen, their eyes were filled with utter incredulity. Weren't these two just a little too terrifying? That coordination...