Yi Mu found the prone position too stiff and uncomfortable, so he carefully rolled over and changed to a supine position.
The sun was very strong, and although there were trees providing shade, it didn't help much.
The uniform I was wearing was stuffy and absorbed heat; it was pure torture.
Yi Mu looked around but didn't see anyone. The drone that had been hovering overhead had also flown away.
Relieved slightly, Yi Mu pulled down the camouflage mask covering his face and took two deep breaths.
"Feeling bored?"
Yi Mu squinted his eyes and lazily hummed in agreement.
In this tense atmosphere, he lay on the ground with complete ease.
My mind is as calm as still water, and I even feel a little sleepy.
Zong Ao is a man who gives people a great sense of security; just thinking about the female lead makes me feel that she is very happy.
Although Imu has never met the female lead, she is portrayed as a gentle and beautiful girl.
These two people should be a perfect match, a tough guy with a beautiful girl.
As Yi Mu was lost in thought, he occasionally heard gunshots followed by cries of pain.
One person after another was eliminated, with only ten minutes left.
The red team, represented by Yi Mu and Zong Ao, has six members left, while the blue team, playing more cautiously, has ten members remaining.
In terms of numbers, the Red team is not at a significant advantage.
If the other side wants to fight to the death, send two people to distract Zong Ao's vision.
The rest of the men launched a fierce attack on Zong Ao. If they could hit Zong Ao with one shot and eliminate him, the Red Army would have no hope of victory.
Zong Ao turned his head away. Yi Mu seemed to be asleep, with his gun placed to the side and his hands folded behind his head.
His gaze traveled down from Yi Mu's curled eyelashes, across the bridge of his nose glistening with sweat, to his alluring, cherry-red lips, and finally to his delicate, fair neck.
The Creator is never fair; His favoritism towards some is obvious.
The summer sky was a clear, deep blue, the weather was sultry, cicadas chirped incessantly, and there was an earthy smell in the air—all signs of an impending rain.
Zong Ao's expression turned unnatural after he realized he had been staring blankly at a man's face.
A bright green butterfly landed on Yi Mu's forehead, and Zong Ao subconsciously reached out to shoo it away.
Just then, Yi Mu opened his eyes.
The two were so close that they could hear each other's breathing clearly.
Zong Ao stared into those warm, dark eyes, his grip on the gun handle tightened, and his heart skipped a beat.
Yi Mu also felt a little uncomfortable, took a step back, and gave an awkward laugh: "Ha, I actually fell asleep..."
Two drones approached silently from a hundred meters away. By the time the two noticed, Yi Mu's face had already been given a close-up shot.
Zong Ao cursed and got up.
It was too late for Yi Mu to stop him.
The Blue Team members, who had been waiting for their chance, popped out like groundhogs, brandishing their guns and unleashing a barrage of fire at Zong Ao.
A flurry of actions, but the results were all empty.
Not a single shot hit...
Zong Ao was waiting for this opportunity. He hid behind some bushes, aimed at a person's leg, shot, and eliminated one.
The second person's shoulder, eliminated; the third person's heart; the fourth person's brow...
One after another, the gunshots rang out like the alarm bells of death.
The survivors on the other side were terrified and fled in a panic.
Zong Ao's high accuracy in shooting is terrifying in the game.
Imagine how terrifying it would be to put yourself in the shoes of a character in a game.
In an instant, only three of the ten blue team members remained, trembling and hiding behind a rock.
The red team has five players remaining.
With thirty seconds left in the game, the outcome was no longer in doubt.
Zong Ao put away his gun and looked at Yi Mu, who had put his mask back on.
Because I couldn't see his expression, I was a little worried: "How are you?"
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