The opposing team was getting anxious; trying to kill and gain points after dark would be even harder.
“If we don’t make a decision soon, we’ll lose our chance,” He Miao said, looking at the leader of their group.
After a moment of hesitation, he pulled out the only grenade in this round of the game from his supplies.
He Miao also raised her gun.
Ye Nianchu spotted a hand reaching out from the bushes, holding something. Her expression tightened, and she immediately pulled Qin Mubai down.
As they landed, Qin Mubai held her tightly, the thick smoke and fire erupting around them. The smell of burning wood filled the air. They rolled into another bush just a second before the explosion, narrowly avoiding tumbling into the toxic zone.
Their hiding spot was compromised, and bullets whizzed past them as they dodged amid the chaotic gunfire.
They hadn’t anticipated that the enemy would have grenades—a significant miscalculation.
He Miao aimed her gun, continuously firing at the two figures moving through the underbrush.
The dense vegetation of the rainforest obstructed her view. She wasn’t the only one unwilling to let go; other players around them were equally determined.
A cooked duck was about to fly away; a group of players raised their weapons and charged after them.
The fear of high-scoring players had long been overshadowed by the lure of rich rewards.
That was points up for grabs! That was a chance to level up!
“Go all out, a bicycle can turn into a motorcycle; take a gamble, a motorcycle can become a jeep!”
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Night had fallen, the last glimmers of light disappearing over the horizon, leaving darkness in its wake.
With only four hours left in the game, this was the final chance to fight for rankings.
Players were being knocked down one after another as they continued the pursuit, gunfire never ceasing.
The darkness made it difficult for Ye Nianchu to shoot; she relied solely on sound and intuition. No matter how much she tried to conserve her already scarce bullets, they ran out.
The disparity in equipment was a hard blow.
Others had guns, bullets, and grenades, while she and Qin Mubai had just one pistol and one bullet they had fought hard to acquire.
Maybe it was because Qin Mubai had been with her for too long, but her luck seemed to have soured.
The enemy’s ammunition was running low too, and the two of them stumbled through the rainforest, the only certainty being that they were still in the safe zone.
The sound of water effectively masked their movements, but ahead, there was nowhere to go.
Ye Nianchu frowned at the small waterfall in front of her.
The flickering crescent moon shone through the clouds, casting a cold light on the cascading water, while the pool below was deep and unclear, surrounded by wet stones.
At that moment, He Miao and two players caught up.
Enemies met; both sides were short on bullets and had to resort to melee weapons.
Two men charged at Qin Mubai, while He Miao faced Ye Nianchu. They both fought fiercely, no room for showiness.
Although Ye Nianchu pressed the attack against He Miao, she couldn’t kill her.
He Miao was injured, and Ye Nianchu’s arm wound reopened; neither side was faring well.
Qin Mubai had already dispatched the two players, each with a single, lethal blow.
The knife in his hand gleamed with a cold light under the moon.
In a survival game, who cared about 1V1? He Miao understood this well; she decisively chose to disengage from the fight, escaping deeper into the forest at the cost of being injured by Ye Nianchu.
She knew she couldn’t beat Qin Mubai; combined with the two players, they still wouldn’t win, so she intended to take down Ye Nianchu instead. She hadn’t expected that Ye Nianchu was hiding her strength.
Earlier at Shelter No. 2, Ye Nianchu had displayed less capability than now.
She was more than capable of holding her own.