"Okay," X_Sniper muttered to himself, his cursor hovering over the 'Vehicles' tab. "I’ve got $50,000. I could get a Pell Silverhawk jet, or... I could be a menace."
. His neon jumpsuit vanished, replaced by the rugged tactical gear of a local gang member. jc2 mp buy menu
He didn't run for the plane. Instead, he smashed the B key again. The world froze—or rather, he froze. With the precision of a diamond thief, he navigated to . He purchased one. It spawned directly in front of ChaosReignz’s flight path. "Okay," X_Sniper muttered to himself, his cursor hovering
The rival player slammed into the red canister. In JC2 physics, a gas cylinder is basically a sentient rocket. It ignited, spiraling wildly into the sky with ChaosReignz still tethered to it, screaming in the global chat: “WHO BUYS A PROP IN A DOGFIGHT?!” I could be a menace
. The massive cargo plane appeared instantly, physics-glitching into existence three feet above the pier with a metallic thud .
As he drove his tiny taxi off the pier, towing a massive cargo plane into the ocean while players rained down from the sky in colorful parachutes, X_Sniper_99 sent one final message to the server: