Zeng Long's eyes widened instantly.
Even though his binoculars were snatched away, he could still barely see what was happening on the field with his own eyes.
He couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "Is that how the Desert Eagle is used?"
Although he found it hard to believe, the facts before him had proven it.
Song Qiao, with the Desert Eagle in his hand, had nearly killed Su Yuan, who was holding an AK!
Mo Ling was equally stunned.
They had just been discussing whether Song Qiao knew how to use a gun.
And now they were witnessing a jaw-dropping scene.
Even more unimaginable was the placement of Song Qiao's flashbang, coupled with that shot just now.
It was enough to show that this guy wasn't just bluffing.
From the moment Song Qiao threw the first flashbang, Zeng Long had already judged it.
He felt that Song Qiao's position choice was not good.
He even thought it was Song Qiao's mistake, leading him to misjudge the force.
This caused the flashbang to fly a bit further.
But now, Zeng Long shook his head with a smile, realizing his judgment had been too superficial.
"This guy, he's actually playing chess."
Gao Meng stared intently at the situation on the field. Having witnessed everything firsthand, she was incredibly excited.
If her hands weren't occupied holding the binoculars, she would have surely been waving them in joy right now.
"Master is amazing!"
Mo Ling nodded in agreement.
She also had to admit that Song Qiao's move was indeed brilliant.
Before this, they all thought Su Yuan had a deep understanding of the terrain and could effectively utilize its advantages.
But they never expected that the one who utilized the environment most skillfully was Song Qiao!
"Pah, pah, pah."
Su Yuan lay on the ground, spitting out dirt and dust from his mouth.
With the wall behind him collapsing, he had no choice but to lunge forward to avoid being buried by the entire structure.
As a result, he was covered in dirt, his face smudged with black.
He looked rather disheveled.
In contrast, Song Qiao, standing opposite him, was completely at ease.
With a nonchalant demeanor, he looked at Su Yuan, who was quickly finding cover, and chuckled.
"You little brat, still want to continue?"
As he spoke, Song Qiao casually tossed aside the Desert Eagle.
It seemed he was waiting for Su Yuan to surrender.
Su Yuan's face turned red, especially when he heard the sound of Song Qiao discarding the gun.
He felt it was a great insult!
Hiding behind cover, Su Yuan yelled at the top of his lungs.
"What the hell are you talking about! You just got lucky and took the initiative."
"I haven't lost yet, you bastard!"
Uh, this...
Seeing that Su Yuan refused to give up, the three on the watchtower immediately became anxious.
Zeng Long punched the railing in front of him again, took a deep breath, and said in a low voice.
"Isn't this guy being too hasty again? He threw his gun away prematurely, how is he supposed to fight now?"
Mo Ling licked her lips, completely surprised that Song Qiao would throw away the gun.
And he threw it so far!
Was he afraid that she would pick it up again if she ran a couple of steps?
When I said you were playing chess, were you really planning to commit to your move?
Even Mo Ling hadn't expected this guy to have such good sportsmanship.
On the field, Song Qiao glanced at the Desert Eagle he had thrown far away.
He extended his hands forward, then could only retract them silently.
The handgun was thrown a considerable distance away, and there was absolutely no cover there.
If he were to rush back to retrieve it, he would have to endure at least a full magazine from Su Yuan's bullets.
He dared not take such a risk.
Song Qiao couldn't help but swallow. Finally, he gritted his teeth and roared.
"Damn it! I don't need a gun anymore!"
The three on the watchtower were now completely dumbfounded.
They were already outgunned, and now their only handgun was gone.
Although Song Qiao had caught Su Yuan off guard and gained the initiative, how were they supposed to proceed?
To make matters worse, Su Yuan quickly cleared the question marks in his mind.
Knowing that Song Qiao was unarmed, he no longer hid behind cover.
He directly charged out with the AK and unleashed a barrage of fire towards Song Qiao!
A series of gunshots rang out, and the surrounding cover was riddled with bullet marks.
At the same time, Su Yuan continued to retreat, widening the distance between himself and Song Qiao.
Giving him no chance to close the gap!
Song Qiao remained calm and unhurried, skillfully dodging between cover.
He cleverly utilized the surrounding cover to evade the bullets flying towards him.
The two magazines were quickly emptied, and the gunfire became less intense.
This was quite normal; when fighting alone without a backpack, the carried resources were very limited.
Su Yuan didn't have an infinite ammo cheat, so he had to cherish his ammunition.
Otherwise, the highly lethal rifle in his hand would be less useful than a brick.
When the bullets were no longer so dense, Song Qiao had already familiarized himself with the environment.
While avoiding Su Yuan's line of sight to prevent any sudden bursts of fire, he quietly flanked around the wall, approaching Su Yuan.
Suddenly!
Su Yuan's ears twitched violently.
His heart tightened, and an inexplicable chill ran down his spine.
Could it be from behind again?
He suddenly turned around and saw that Song Qiao had indeed circled around to his back from the collapsed wall!
Su Yuan's face turned pale with shock. He hurriedly picked up the rifle in his arms and was about to fire another burst at Song Qiao.
But obviously, at close range, Song Qiao's fists were faster!
With a "bang" of a punch!
Song Qiao raised his hand and knocked the rifle out of Su Yuan's grasp.
Su Yuan's grip loosened, and just as he was about to create distance and counterattack.
But in the next moment, Song Qiao delivered a kick that sent him flying backward!