Building a Gaming Empire From Scratch

Chapter 961: Chapter 897 “Three Gun Case Shock” (Two In One)_1 Chapter 961: Chapter 897 “Three Gun Case Shock” (Two In One)_1 Ivan was the kind of player who liked to be in the thick of things, but as soon as he entered the competition map, he immediately felt like he was back home.

After all, he was a loyal “Hunter” player, and he was as familiar with the wilderness environment as one could possibly be.

Other players started playing games and hiding themselves, looking for enemies as soon as they entered the map.

But Ivan was different.

Although he also immediately hid himself, it wasn’t to guard against enemies, but to avoid startling the zebras nearby.

In “Hunter: Call of the Wilderness,” various prey are slowly being updated, but so far, zebras have not been added.

And Ivan, who is a very disciplined hunter, has never considered hunting in the [Ecological Reserve], which has a complete variety of animal species, even though he has the ability.

So the moment he saw the zebra, he immediately diverted his attention, trying to hunt down the zebra.

But the zebra was so stupid that he easily sneaked up on it.

He was even holding his hunting knife, and the next second he was going to draw blood.

But the zebra suddenly turned its head and saw him.

Then it calmly stretched out its head to lick his face!

Ivan was stunned.

Then he suddenly had a zebra friend, wherever he went, the zebra followed him.

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Thanks to the players who were still led by inertial thinking, they subconsciously thought that wild animals would not walk with humans.

No one noticed him for a while, allowing him to smoothly find weapons and armor.

When the fighting started on Turner’s side, he was ready to join in with his gear.

But his zebra friend suddenly walked in front of him, blocking his way.

When he tried to go around, the zebra blocked him again, refusing to let him pass.

At first, Ivan thought the zebra was afraid of gunfire, but when he switched direction to sneak attack another group of people, the zebra did not block the road anymore, and wagged its tail to follow him.

Only then did he realize: the zebra was probably hiding from something else, something they as players couldn’t see.

By that time, Ivan had started to suspect that the animals could foresee the shrinking circle range and avoid it in advance.

When the poison rain fell from the sky, he examined it again and confirmed that there were no animals within the range of the poison rain, which confirmed his guess even more.

Following this assumption, Ivan turned his attention to the most densely populated area of animals: a small lake near the center of the map, but slightly to the west.

Logically, he came to a reasonable guess: the area where the animals are most concentrated is likely to be the final circle.

Ivan decided to take a gamble and silently, well okay, not really silently, as the silly zebra was constantly following him step for step.

But there were so many wild animals on the map, all moving at a leisurely pace, so it didn’t stand out too much.

If this was a place with abundant supplies, there might be people itching to shoot the zebra.

But this map was too special, with wild grass everywhere, making it inconvenient to search for supplies.

Even if you killed the opponent, you would be targeted by others, with a very short window for looting.

You could say that every bullet was precious.

Not to mention that firing a gun means exposing your position and possibly facing a focusing fire.

If it were worthwhile to shoot at people, shooting at a horse that didn’t give any points would be a big loss, so everyone tried to avoid unnecessary firing.

As a result: Ivan, under the cover of the zebra, managed to safely skirt around several small battlefields where players were fighting with cold weapons and made it to the edge of the small lake.

He picked a reed and snapped it to make a simple tube, then slowly sank into the water, keeping one end of the straw in his mouth and the other end slightly above the water surface, ensuring his own breathing.

Then, Ivan went into standby mode.

As a top-level old hunter in the virtual world, the thing he had the most of was patience!

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In contrast to Ivan, who had obtained key intelligence and started to quietly wait for the final battle, the situation on Turner’s side was very pessimistic.

The sudden poison rain, while it helped them escape from the joint strangulation, also caused them to lose several teammates and exhaust all their medical supplies.

In the end, including Turner himself, their 10-man team was reduced to just three people – the other two were a curly-haired British guy and the reckless Big Bearded Man brother from the start.

After that, they gave up on the idea of accumulating points and unanimously decided to survive till the end.

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At first, this plan went very smoothly.

After all, the wilderness was large enough, and there was plenty of wild grass.

As long as they laid still, they were indeed hard to find.

There were several times when other teams passed by just two meters away without noticing them.

While they stayed quiet, the sound of gunfire above their heads never ceased.

Obviously, their abandonment of the desire for “points” and “booty” did not mean that others had also given up.

The battle was still going on, and with each fall of the poison rain, more and more areas turned into no-stay [dead zones], making the intensity of the battles escalate continuously.

Turner and his teammates’ situation began to deteriorate.

While the map was suitable for hiding, there was a severe lack of cover—wild grass could block vision, but not bullets, and after the players got hyped up, there were stray bullets everywhere, constantly causing unlucky sods who were hiding to get hit by accident.

Turner and his teammates were no exceptions, and with the play area constantly shrinking, the threat of stray bullets became increasingly severe.

“Fuck!” Turner suddenly swore in anger while crawling.

His teammate looked over cautiously and asked in a low voice: “What’s wrong?”

“I fucking got shot again!”