Chapter 102: When I said there

Glancing casually at the map, Zhang Jie had already chosen his landing spot.

Whoa!

He jumped straight down from ten thousand meters altitude, feeling the wind blast his face, and Zhang Jie flew toward the marked point.

After the school's modifications, the map became extremely vast, large enough to accommodate all the elementary students in the school.

But saying it was modified by the school actually just meant they found a Dream Builder who haphazardly stitched together the few official maps they were given.

Zhang Jie was quite familiar with this.

In unrated games, supernatural powers basically don't appear; the Dream Realm Synesthesia System is like another Heavenly Dao, overseeing everything in this Dream World.

Familiar flight, familiar parachute drop; after casually glancing around, many differently colored parachutes opened and drifted down toward the same destination as him.

'There are still quite a few people.'

Whoa!

Beside him, Liu Delie let out a meaningless 'Wuhu' sound, then slammed his head into the building wall, instantly losing half a tube of blood.

In contrast, Zhang Jie performed a practiced roll to dissipate momentum, shed his parachute backpack, took a quick stride into the building, and began gathering supplies.

Around them, the sound of gunfire—rat-tat-tat—rang out like firecrackers; the battle had already begun.

Zhang Jie kicked open the building's main door, ignored the backpack and bulletproof vest on the ground, picked up a revolver and some ammo lying there, and familiarly loaded the bullets into the cylinder.

Zhang Jie swiftly passed through the second and third floors, reached the building's rooftop, and aimed his revolver skyward.

At that moment, some students who hadn't cleared the technical check were still drifting down with parachutes; their fate was either to find no weapons or to be farmed for points by players like Zhang Jie who had already grabbed weapons.

Bang bang bang bang! Every shot a headshot, he instantly earned four defeat points, then leapt from the rooftop, rolled to dissipate force, and only lost a sliver of health.

Bang bang! Two more shots, and the few unlucky ones who had fallen farther from Zhang Jie were instantly taken out, netting him another four defeat points.

This time's scoring works like that: defeating an enemy yields one point, eliminating an enemy yields two points.

When a player is knocked down, they don't die outright; they fall into a helpless weak state and need a teammate's rescue to keep fighting.

After eliminating two unlucky foes, Zhang Jie sprinted to the two others he had downed, grabbed one leg each, and ran back toward the building he had just jumped from.

Meanwhile, Liu Delie finally managed to cut his parachute cord with the starting dagger, slipped off the third floor and hit the ground, while Zhang Jie had already dragged the two over and flung them down at his feet with a swish.

Finish him, quick!

Saying that, he fed bullets into the revolver while running toward the building.

Liu Delie:?

Come on, man, I just landed, and you've already killed four?

Although he'd played with Zhang Jie before, Zhang Jie was just a bit better at shooting, a bit more agile, and a bit luckier—nothing special otherwise!

Liu Delie pondered for two seconds, then suddenly felt his comment was pretty stupid—what's the difference between that and saying someone's poor except for their money...

Damn! What the hell is that old guy up to!

Liu Delie drew his dagger, and under the terrified gazes of the two unlucky ones, he directly finished them off, then turned and chased after Zhang Jie's back.

He's definitely latched onto that thick thigh!

Inside the building, Zhang Jie was quickly donning a bulletproof vest, no helmet, fiddling with a rifle in his hands, loading two magazines to full and hanging them at his sides.

Here there's no difference from reality: guns can jam, magazines need to be manually loaded, and while helmets and armor boost defense, they likewise reduce movement speed.

He pulled the charging handle with his reverse hand, saw Liu Delie enter, reached out and tossed the nearby S-level bulletproof vest to him.

Gouzi, put it on, don't die!

Ok!

Bulletproof vests and all weapons are graded, highest SSS level, lowest B level; Zhang Jie was lucky—he landed with an S-level bulletproof vest.

For anyone else, they'd probably want to just put it on straight away, since an S-level vest cuts damage to the torso by up to 50%, and wearing it gives an explosive sense of safety.

But not Zhang Jie—he prefers lightness; high protection is good, but lowering movement speed clashes with his philosophy.

Zhang Jie attached the magazines to the rifle, pulled the charging handle reverse-handed, and brought Liu Delie to move into the neighboring building to scavenge supplies.

The surrounding gunfire lessened a bit, proving that far fewer people remained in this residential zone.

When gunfire rang out, the unfortunate soul who crossed paths with them fell under Zhang Jie's aim, which was practically cheat‑level; he clutched his stomach and retreated toward the door, calling for his teammate in a vain attempt to escape Zhang Jie's grasp.

But how could Zhang Jie let him go? Yet as he prepared to give chase, an extremely loud gunshot suddenly rang out.

An anguished cry came from outside the door, and a kill notification appeared in the lower‑right of his vision.

'My kill was stolen!'

'Hearing this gunshot....'

Gouzi! Watch out, there's a sniper rifle!

At that moment, Liu Delie was putting on his backpack on the second floor of another building, heard the gunfire downstairs, was about to go help, but then heard Zhang Jie shout over the team voice chat that there was a sniper rifle.

Where? Where!

Liu Delie was eager to show himself, anxious to find the guy firing the cold shot, and began peeking around, searching.

Inside the other building, Zhang Jie hid beside the window on one side while waving a nearby helmet around the window edge, trying to locate the sniper's position.

At that moment, Liu Delie's voice suddenly came through the earpiece; he was shouting loudly in the team voice chat.

'Brother Jie, I've found....'

Bang!

'Your teammate, Liu Delie of Class 5‑1, has been knocked down'

Zhang Jie:?

Come on, man!

Didn't I just tell you there was a sniper rifle!

Liu Delie: 'Brother Jie! Save save save save!'

Zhang Jie helplessly covered his face.

"Didn't I tell you there's a sniper rifle?"

"Hide well!"

Zhang Jie couldn't help but recall a meme: when I said there was a sniper opposite, my teammate (peeking out to look).

"Huh?"

"I thought you wanted me to look for it!"

"It's right upstairs on that side!"

"Liu Delie marked a location."

It's not very far away.

Zhang Jie's eyes narrowed as he looked toward the second floor where Liu Delie was, and an idea quickly formed in his mind.

"Move to the wall corner!"

After giving the other party a warning, Zhang Jie went to the doorway, holding the low-grade helmet he had just picked up.

Silently counting three, two, one in his heart, Zhang Jie threw the helmet out.

Bang!

With a gunshot, Zhang Jie's figure appeared right after, the rifle's muzzle aiming at the opposite second-floor window based on instinct and memory.

Nobody!

Zhang Jie reacted quickly, his gaze swiftly aiming at another window, he pulled the trigger.

Bang bang bang!

"You have defeated Liu Yun Tao of Class 1, Grade Six!"