Chapter 8
“LEAVE CHEN HONG TO ME!” Chang Jinxing yelled. “You handle Yan Jun!”
“I don’t know their names,” said Huo Sichen.
Zhang Yuwen made two standard hand signals used by the special forces: crouch down and gather here. Huo Sichen understood and ducked over from another cover, while Zhang Yuwen popped his head up and traded gunfire with Yan Jun. Neither hit the other, but it bought Huo Sichen time.
“Were you in the military?” Huo Sichen asked in disbelief.
“Nope.” Zhang Yuwen laughed. “I learned it from TV. You handle those two over there, I’ll keep watch over the sniper. Jinxing, circle over there and scare them!”
“I’ve been hit!” Chang Jinxing yelled.
“You’ll respawn by the time you run over!”
“Why is there another player?” Chang Jinxing cried. “Lao-You, this isn’t fair!”
The owner’s laughter rang out from the woods. “Your team’s battle prowess was unbalanced to begin with!”
The fight got a lot harder with the owner joining in, but Zhang Yuwen stayed calm. He popped up, intending to shoot Yan Jun, who opened fire and ducked behind his shelter—but the ball was now in Zhang Yuwen’s court. He mounted his gun.
“It’s useless to aim for the head,” Huo Sichen reminded him as he reloaded from behind his cover. “You can only hit the body.”
“Got it. Where’s Jinxing?” Zhang Yuwen asked. “Get ready to flank them.”
Huo Sichen made an OK gesture and dashed over with his head down to support Chang Jinxing.
Now that they’d encountered their opponents, everyone quickly got into the game, fighting with such gusto that they forgot ever thinking that it was boring.
Zhang Yuwen remained locked in combat with Yan Jun the entire time, neutralizing the other team’s strongest player and even trading shots with the owner a few times.
Meanwhile, Huo Sichen and Chang Jinxing worked together to ambush Chen Hong and Zheng Weize, successfully putting them into a cooldown period of thirty seconds.
“Argh! I’ve been shot!” Zheng Weize seized his chance to fall into Chang Jinxing’s arms.
“Get up!” Yan Jun shouted. “He’s the enemy!”
Amused, Chang Jinxing turned Zheng Weize around and held him with one arm while pointing the gun at him with his other hand, effectively holding him hostage. Zheng Weize even played along. Yan Jun had no choice but to leave Zhang Yuwen and go over to assist.
“Where’s Huo Sichen?!” Zhang Yuwen looked around. Huo Sichen whistled at him from behind a tree. “I’m going to take Yan Jun down. Keep an eye on the bodies.”
“Who’s Yan Jun?” Huo Sichen asked.
“The tall one!” Zhang Yuwen darted out to charge him from behind.
Yan Jun, who had been on guard against Zhang Yuwen all this time, whipped around at once.
They opened fire, hitting each other. Their vests started flashing, and they ducked for cover.
Yan Jun even somersaulted, his movements elegant and beautiful.