Chapter 78: The 98K Shatters a Level-Three Helmet? (Fourth Update!)
School.
As the safe zone refreshed, another team appeared here. The place had been quiet for some time, but the moment this team showed up, gunfire once again erupted.
One side attacked, the other defended.
The skirmish was lively and intense, each side gaining and losing ground in turn, making for a thrilling spectacle. Watching one player fall, another kneel, and then teammates stealthily reviving each other—the audience was utterly engrossed.
During this fierce battle for the school, many spectators noticed a particular spot. Atop the school’s main building, the team’s sniper lay prone, eyeing a group of enemies who were edging closer behind a cloud of smoke. Suddenly, he drew out a family-heirloom Kar98K.
The rifle was pitch black, its worn surface betraying years of use. Clearly, this was no ordinary weapon—he must have some inherited secret technique.
Sure enough, just as one opponent came into his sights, he pulled out his other hand from somewhere and placed it atop the family Kar98K. Watching the enemy about to dash into the smoke-filled room, he finally unleashed the ultimate move he’d been saving.
He had been silent, but now he made a stunning entrance!
Bang!
A peculiar gunshot rang out, and the player about to enter the smoke crumpled to the ground.
It was a suppressed Kar98K!
The family Kar98K was beginning to show its true might! A moving target, struck with a headshot!
“That sniper—amazing!”
“Kar98K headshot, what a pro!”
“So many sharpshooters out there—I’m not alone!”
“Haha, it looks like someone is inheriting my family’s shooting technique.”
“Headshot on a moving target! Incredible!”
The audience erupted in praise at the spectacular headshot, especially since it brought down a moving opponent—a feat far more difficult than hitting a stationary one.
These days, wherever there’s a sharpshooter—especially one with such accuracy—there’s never a shortage of fans shouting their approval.
Unaware that a legion of supporters was cheering him on, the sniper in-game was beginning to feel a little heady from his own performance. After all, he had just landed a headshot on a moving target! Even he felt a measure of pride.
He cycled the bolt and reloaded, lining up another shot.
Bang!
A shot—but it missed.
Yet he wasn’t discouraged.
He fired again.
And again.
Finally, the enemy reached his mark.
Having felled another opponent, the sniper felt a surge of satisfaction. Two in a row! He didn’t rush to finish them off, though. At this stage, every shot was critical—he couldn’t afford to waste bullets on those already incapacitated. That task could be left to his teammates.
Now his sights settled on another target.
Bang!
The fifth bullet was unleashed!
Whoosh! A faint, almost imperceptible gust accompanied the bullet as it carved a nearly straight path toward its target.
Thud!
The target suddenly stood up, and the bullet missed his head, passing through his chest instead.
“What a pity,” he sighed inwardly, and began to reload.
Meanwhile, the wounded player dashed into a cloud of white smoke. Instead of tending to their fallen teammates, the enemy team opted for a bold push—storming the school head-on!
The two downed teammates were in exposed positions; with a sniper watching, attempting a rescue would be suicide. Their team gave up on saving them.
Such a decisive move left the sniper atop the main building regretting the lost opportunity—no more easy targets, at least for now. But he wasn’t worried; his own team was holding the interior, and getting upstairs wouldn’t be easy for the enemy.
He now turned his attention to the two abandoned enemies. With his rifle reloaded and the rest having rushed inside, he prepared to claim those two kills before heading down to support his team.
Just then, two kill notifications flashed across the screen.
He didn’t pay much attention—until he aimed down his scope at those he’d knocked down, only to be stunned by what he saw.
Where the two downed players had been, there were now only two loot crates.
What had just happened?
He was bewildered.
Had they really died that quickly? Normally, even when left bleeding out, it would take longer for a player to expire. More importantly, aside from gunfire downstairs, there hadn’t been any shots from other directions. No one else had fired at them.
Wait...
He suddenly recalled that just as he was about to shoot, two kill notifications had flashed on the screen. Weren’t the IDs those of the two he’d knocked down?
Who had fired those shots?
He was completely baffled.
Who had stolen his kills?
And without any gunshots?
Huh!?
As he puzzled over this, a sudden sense of danger crept up on him.
Thud!
The sharp sound of a bullet striking a helmet rang out.
“Serene Heart used Kar98K to headshot and knock out Blue Lake!”
He watched himself collapse to the ground in an instant, utterly dumbfounded.
His health bar turned a glaring red, his life draining away.
A Kar98K headshot?
He was stupefied. Completely stunned.
A Kar98K headshot—what the hell? He was wearing a level-three helmet!
Since when did the Kar98K have the stopping power of an AWM? Was the game bugged?
He was at a total loss, his mind spinning in confusion.
“Damn, Blue, what happened?”
“How’d you get headshotted?”
“A Kar98K headshot—how is that possible?”
Meanwhile, his teammates inside the building had noticed what happened, and were left speechless.
Others might not know, but they were well aware that their sniper was wearing a level-three helmet. If it had been an AWM, maybe they could believe it, but the Kar98K? That was a stretch.
“How the hell should I know? A Kar98K headshot breaks a level-three helmet? I’m done with this game, do you even believe this?” The downed sniper, voice thick with frustration, finally let out his pent-up rage.
He’d played games for so long but had never encountered anything like this before.
At the same time...
On the broadcast, the two teams were locked in fierce close-quarters combat inside the school. Suddenly, a kill notification flashed on the screen, and everyone was stunned.
“What the hell just happened?”
“The sniper on the roof got headshotted!”
“I didn’t hear a Kar98K shot!”
“Serene Heart—wait, isn’t that the player from that team?”
“What’s going on?”
With this strange kill notification, many spectators lost interest in the battle inside. Now, all they wanted to know was how the sniper on the roof had been killed.
What had just happened?
They remembered clearly—the guy had been wearing a level-three helmet.
A Kar98K broke a level-three helmet? Was this some kind of joke?
On the rooftop...
The downed sniper was in utter chaos. While he seethed in frustration, a faint sound reached his ears. Glancing back at the screen, he saw that his character had become a loot crate, and his monitor had shifted to another player’s perspective.
He was dead.
“Serene Heart used Kar98K to headshot and kill Blue Lake!”
Catching that message from the corner of his eye, he nearly exploded in anger.
It was that player again—and still no sound of a shot!
He was completely out of sorts.