By the time the round ended, the leaderboard was a joke. 35 kills, 0 deaths. The chat box exploded with accusations of "hacker" and "exploiter," but SilentKilla just watched the victory screen. He had the win, but as he sat in the silent lobby, he realized the game hadn't actually been played—it had just been executed.
The neon-drenched corridors of the Warehouse map were usually a blur of frantic movement and tactical precision. But for "SilentKilla," today was different. He wasn't playing; he was presiding. Arsenal Script AIMBOT, ESP, NO RECOIL
When the heavy machine gun came into his hands, the modification turned the bucking beast into a laser beam. While other players struggled with the kick of their weapons, his stayed perfectly still, spitting a stream of lead that didn't deviate by a single pixel. By the time the round ended, the leaderboard was a joke