Zong Ao adjusted the gun in his hand, took the one that Yi Mu was weighing, and handed him the one in his hand: "Use this one."
He's an expert in this field, and Yimu accepted the gift, thanking him with a smile.
Although it didn't have much impact on his previous time travels, Yi Mu felt that Zong Ao was the best male protagonist he had encountered since his time travels.
It cannot be ruled out that his goodness is related to the plot of this world, and the male lead and the male supporting character do not have excessive conflicts.
That's fine as it is. As long as he's not used as cannon fodder, a stepping stone, or a backup plan, Yi Mu can get along well with anyone.
Zong Ao also picked out a gun for himself. Before leaving the changing room, he told Yi Mu, "If you don't know how to play, just hide behind me."
In an instant, Yi Mu felt that his back view was glorious and great.
He nodded gratefully and decided that after the match, if he still had the energy, he would definitely treat Zong Ao to a meal.
As soon as the two stepped outside, cameras from various media outlets were pointed at them and began snapping away.
Zong Ao remained expressionless and walked into the center of the field with his gun.
The teams were divided into red and blue teams. Zong Ao and Yi Mu were both on the red team, and the two stood side by side.
The rules of the game are very simple: as long as you use reasonable tactics to eliminate the opponent's players within the specified time, the team with the most surviving players at the end wins.
Each person wore an earpiece for secret communication.
As the one-hour countdown began, Zong Ao gestured for everyone to disperse, find cover, and disguise themselves as best they could to avoid being discovered.
Yi Mu spotted a rock and was about to walk over when his arm was grabbed.
Zong Ao gave him a dark look: "Didn't I tell you to follow me? Don't wander off!"
Yi Mu blinked, thinking he looked a bit fierce.
He obediently followed behind Zong Ao, and the two of them found a high vantage point and lay in wait in a thicket.
The drone hovered above the two people, emitting a soft buzzing sound.
Yi Mu looked up and saw a flash of blue. He shifted slightly and gripped the gun in his hand tighter.
Zong Ao lay prone on the ground in a professional posture, and Yi Mu noticed when a strand of hair on his head bounced slightly.
"Lie still and don't move."
A steady and powerful voice came from the side.
Despite the deliberately lowered volume, Yi Mu felt an immense weight pressing down on him, and involuntarily lowered the gun in his hand.
He then noticed that the person opposite him had deliberately untied the ribbon from their arm, wrapped it around a tree branch, and was swaying and fiddling with it in the jungle.
Yi Mu is a little nearsighted; if Zong Ao hadn't stopped him earlier, he would have become a foolish fish taking the bait.
For the first half hour, almost no one took the initiative to attack.
Since no one knows much about each other's strength, one must be extremely cautious if one wants to survive longer.
It wasn't until Zong Ao fired the first shot that those hiding in the shadows revealed their positions.
For a moment, the sound of simulated gunfire echoed throughout the entire venue.
Yi Mu lay on the ground like a salted fish, letting the expert beside him carry him to victory.
After the first wave of chaotic fighting, both the red and blue teams lost more than half of their players.
The funny thing is, some people were accidentally killed by their own teammates.
Those eliminated left the competition venue, while the remaining participants continued to scout the terrain.
Compared to their previous timidity, everyone has become much more relaxed.
Both sides were intently watching each other's men while searching for suitable firing positions.
It wasn't until this moment that Yi Mu understood why Zong Ao had been so eager to find a suitable position in the first place.
In shooting games, having a good position is far more important than having perfect shooting accuracy.
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