Never look directly at an enemy through a wall for too long, or the "human review" teams might catch the suspicious behavior.

He pulled the trigger, the "Victory" banner flashed, but the rush was gone. In the lobby, the proximity chat was a chorus of "Cheater!" and "Reported!". Jax sighed and reached for the "off" toggle. Tomorrow, he’d try to play for real—if he wasn't banned by then.

But there was a catch. Using hacks in Warzone is a high-stakes game of cat-and-mouse with the system. Jax knew the rules of the "closet cheater":

If you're tired of running into these "neon predators," make sure to report suspected cheaters effectively by saving your killcam and noting the match ID.

Jax found himself in a 1v1 near the Ferris wheel. He saw his opponent's red skeleton crouching behind a crate. He felt a rush of power, but also a hollow realization: he wasn't actually "good" at the game anymore. He was just a guy following a set of glowing lines.

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