Delta: Who are you saying has suffered a loss of strength?

Chapter 305 A piece of armor is more important than life.

"How is it?" Qi Yuzhe raised his head slightly, shifting his gaze from the scope at the corner outside the straight frame, and turned to look at Han Che beside him.

"I'm fine now!" Han Che said, supporting himself on his knees as he stood up.

He reached out and patted his level 5 armor, which was covered in dust and looked somewhat tattered from the explosion.

After checking the condition of his armor, Han Che breathed a sigh of relief. "The grenade blast ripped off my leg, but it didn't damage my armor. I'm very lucky!"

Qi Yuzhe looked at Han Che with a hint of disdain. He curled his lip and said irritably, "You hid in that lousy spot, and it almost killed you. You think it's lucky Jia was alright?"

After Han Che received the first aid kit, his health and overall condition improved significantly, and his rationality returned somewhat. "I wiped out an entire squad here, how's it going on your end? Did you kill anyone?"

The few seconds following the explosion were the most critical moment of the entire battle.

As soon as the shockwave subsided, the two men scrambled up from behind their cover almost simultaneously and reclaimed their firing positions.

They all knew that the explosion would be an opportunity the enemy would definitely take advantage of, and they absolutely could not afford to lose their positions at this moment.

If the enemy manages to sneak up to the second floor and form a pincer movement, they will be trapped like turtles in a jar. We must not lose the initiative under any circumstances.

"I killed one, and there are still two people left in the team at this junction. They're basically being suppressed," Qi Yuzhe said calmly.

Team One was chased down and wiped out by Han Che, but Team Two didn't rush forward and retreated.

"They backed away?" Han Che frowned.

"Yes, they did retreat." Qi Yuzhe nodded, his eyes also filled with doubt. "The dense footsteps just now have receded into the distance, and there's no sign of anyone moving over the glass corridor. They must have all retreated to the other end of the connecting corridor."

"..."

After saying this, the two looked at each other and fell silent.

The reason is simple: there is Said at the other end of the connecting corridor, but there has been no movement from there so far, and the situation is self-evident.

"Let's chase them. Let's wipe out their team first, then the pressure will be less." Han Che quickly made the decision and gave the order.

"Chase, chase, all you ever do is chase!" Qi Yuzhe said impatiently. "I'm asking you, back in the player world, I overheard people gossiping that you killed Said. Is that rumor true or false? Did it really happen?"

"Huh?" Han Che was taken aback by the sudden question. "Yes, that's true. What's wrong?"

"Then this makes sense. So, you have a grudge against Saeed? If he's not making a move, isn't he specifically targeting you?"

"Huh?" Han Che was taken aback again. "After the map boss revives, doesn't that refresh its aggro? How can it still hold a grudge?"

"..." Qi Yuzhe's expression was somewhat speechless, but his eyes held a thoughtful look. After a moment, he said, "Is it possible that we're both map bosses? Aren't you the most vengeful person?"

Han Che stroked his chin, pondering thoughtfully, "What you said makes sense."

Qi Yuzhe continued, "So if you rush over recklessly now, Said, who was waiting for the best opportunity to make his move, might just give up watching the show and choose to take us both down with the Joker gang."

"By then, the situation will truly be beyond repair," Qi Yuzhe said in a low voice. "The best course of action now is to avoid Saeed altogether."

"Since he wants us to fight the Joker gang to the death so he can come out and pick up the kills, then let's do as he wishes. It will actually reduce the pressure on us."

"It wouldn't be a bad idea to beat up the Joker gang first, and then take him down last. In fact, it might be the best option for us."

Han Che understood the implications and nodded, "I didn't expect you to have thought so far ahead."

Just as the two were communicating in hushed tones, the No. 2 squad, which had been reduced to two after Qi Yuzhe sniped one of their members, hurriedly left the drafty connection point of the west building.

They stumbled back to the stairwell they had just come up from, and leaned against the cold wall, panting heavily.

Having lost two players in the number one position, the energy he had just felt was long gone. He was trembling all over, and the scene of escaping death still made his heart pound.

"What do we do? The captain just died, and now Brother Qiang has no orders either. Should we go back?" The third person lowered his voice, which trembled violently. Sweat slid down his cheeks, mixed with the blood splattered on his companion's face.

The other man, in position number two, was deathly pale and gritted his teeth as he cursed, "Damn it! How the hell am I supposed to know what to do? I told you this plan was just suicide. Those bastards from the Bald Eagle Association don't even consider us human..."

"Hey!" Upon hearing the other person's words, the player in position three quickly reached out and tightly covered the mouth of the player in position two. Their bloodshot eyes darted left and right as they whispered in the other person's ear, "Watch your mouth! The stream is still on! Don't mention that club!"

The player in position two was so shocked by this that he broke out in a cold sweat. He forcibly swallowed the rest of his sentence back down, and the fear of having just returned from the gates of hell made him seem somewhat neurotic.

"Anyway, this plan is completely unreliable! Completely unreliable! You have no idea what kind of monster that Han Che is..." The voice of the second person was hoarse as he looked at the corridor leading to the computer room, his eyes filled with rejection.

"What's wrong?" Although the number three player was also scared, his fear of the unknown still made him curious.

The two stood at the foot of the stairs, facing the corner, wiping the blood splattered on their faces to relax and ease their tension.

The person in position two looked around to make sure no one was nearby before moving closer, covering the microphone slightly, and speaking in a low voice.

"It doesn't hurt for me to tell you, since Brother Qiang isn't in charge right now anyway."

"Did you hear that burst of gunfire just now? I reckon Squad 1 is completely wiped out."

"That guy before, Brother Qiang had to use five teams to gang up on him to take him down, but you know what happened? That guy was really weird, he killed seven or eight people and still managed to escape."

"Really? That's so exaggerated!" exclaimed the player in position three.

"Let me tell you, he killed Said before too!"

"Said! That's the BOSS in this map! When he first became famous, he was only slightly weaker than those two freaks in Tide Prison, and he was still killed by Han Che."

"Someone who can't even beat the BOSS is asking me to fight him one-on-one? I'm not stupid, I don't want to die here."

The player in position two was speaking enthusiastically, even trying to use gestures to illustrate the horrific scene at the time, but he didn't notice that the player in position three's face was gradually becoming stiff.

The player in position two was completely unaware, only feeling a heavy touch on his shoulder.

He assumed the small forward was scared and wanted to rely on him, so he casually patted him on the shoulder.