Delta: With wages in place, even the Demon King's top-tier protection is crushed.

The director switched the replay to Lü Ang's first-person perspective.

The trajectory of the incendiary bomb was slowed down frame by frame—launched from behind cover at the museum's back door, past the abandoned vehicle in the center of the pool, through the gap in the GG sign, and landed precisely at IG's feet. There was no deviation whatsoever, as if it had been calculated in advance.

The location of the concrete wall was also marked separately—it landed right in the middle of Dongba Tua and MDY Fireline, completely severing the intersecting firing lines between the two teams, making it impossible for them to support each other.

The comments section went completely crazy.

"Is this incendiary bomb equipped with a navigation system?"

"The concrete wall is the real dividing line! This bastard used this tactic to tear a hole in Team Five's defenses!"

"You're telling me this is a competition? This is clearly a personal prop show by a idiot!"

"The scariest thing is—he didn't fire more than three shots the whole time. It was all props that killed people."

"Is this the true value of being the father of CS? I used to think he only knew how to play CS, but now I realize he's a whole level above others when it comes to using items."

"This isn't about whether he's a genius or not; this guy is using his brain to play games with us..."

"I'm starting to believe what Lü Ang said—that he hadn't even given his all in Operation Red. I thought he was faking it, but now I know he was genuinely modest."

"The ballistic calculator has come to life! Delta Force's own missile soldiers!"

Lin Shu watched Nan Bowan run towards the second floor of the museum carrying bricks, then glanced at the slowly crumbling cement wall in front of him. None of the props he had thrown out had any real effect, because the person he was facing had already anticipated all of his possible responses before even using them.

He was silent for a moment, then raised his head and stared intently at Lü Ang, who was not far away. Lü Ang also felt a strong gaze, and his sixth sense made him subconsciously look up to meet Lin Shu's eyes.

Lin Shu seemed to be saying, "Lü Ang, that incendiary bomb of yours—was it a fluke or a calculated move?"

As Lü Ang ran towards the second floor of the museum, he saw this look in his eyes, suddenly smiled, his eyes full of helplessness, as if to say, "Brother Shu, well—you'll naturally learn by playing CS a lot. That's why I say blocking bridges is my life!"

Lin Shu gave a wry smile.

He didn't say anything more.

Because he knew that he had lost this round again.

Four minutes later.

"Ding-dong—!"

The notification sounded in everyone's headphones indicating that the Mandel Brick had been successfully deciphered.

In the second round, Baksh broke the bricks—Bruce's team won again. When the green "deciphered successfully" message appeared, the entire audience erupted in deafening applause and gasps of amazement.

In the official live stream, the chat had completely descended into a state of near-madness.

"They're all back! They're all back!"

"Bruce's team has reached two match points! One more win and they're done!"

"I'm totally dumbfounded! What kind of divine coordination is this?"

"Lü Ang only fired three shots the entire time; the rest were all from items! He turned this game into a real-time strategy game!"

"The scariest thing is—so far, Bruce and his two companions haven't fallen even once. Not even once!"

"Did you see the look in Lin Shu's eyes just now? It was so desperate! ...He's clearly a top player too, but Lü Ang is just on another level."

"[This message has been blocked due to its involvement in personal attacks]"

"No, cheer up, other teams! This is the finals! We can't let Melo go home early!!"

The atmosphere at the match was incredibly heavy.

Even with noise-canceling headphones, the roar of cheers and applause from the thousands in the stadium still penetrated, shaking the hearts of every athlete. In the stands of the remaining teams, silence was the unanimous topic of conversation.

In Lin Shu's headphones, besides the background music from the game's results screen, there was only the sound of the three people breathing. Yolo took off her headphones and rubbed her face vigorously with both hands, as if trying to break down the stiff expression on her face. Yi Lin leaned back in her chair, staring blankly at the ceiling.

It's not that I didn't try. It's that I really couldn't win.

This feeling is even more despairing than being crushed.

On the Trident side, Master Dragon suddenly smiled.

It wasn't a wry smile, but the kind of "I give up" kind of smile. He turned to look at IG and Mad98, his voice carrying a strange lightness: "You guys, do you think that bastard, does he eat Molotov cocktails at home? I still don't understand how he saw IG's location with that Molotov cocktail. We clearly blocked the smoke."

IG was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed: "You bet. I thought the spot I hid in was pretty tricky. For him to get past the smoke and the GG sign and hit me at my feet—that's not a matter of skill, that's fucking magic."

"I need to save the replay," Mad98 said seriously. "I'll go back and study it frame by frame. This thing is much more useful than watching walkthrough videos."

On the Creeper's side, Yang Qijia was slumped over the table, head in his hands. Not because of frustration, but because he had just reviewed the placement of Lü Ang's concrete wall—the wall had landed right in the middle of the firing lines of Dongba Tua and MDY, completely cutting off the two teams' previously intersecting firing routes.

"He first checked the direction of Yi Lin's Luna scouting arrow." Yang Qijia looked up, his eyes filled with a complex light. "Then he deduced the cover that IG might be hiding in. That incendiary bomb wasn't a fluke; he calculated it. He knew that after the scouting arrow swept through the blind spots, IG would definitely move to that position. He even started concocting the incendiary bomb two seconds in advance."

White Hair was stunned: "You're not kidding?"

"Why would I joke?" Yang Qijia reviewed the replay again. "Look, before the burning projectile was released, he deliberately switched the camera angle and happened to see where Luna's probe arrow would land. Then he glanced at the minimap and immediately locked onto the most likely location where IG would move."

Jian Xu gasped.

Yang Qijia suddenly grinned: "Losing isn't unfair. Losing to someone like this isn't shameful."

On the stage of the finals, none of them who made it this far were weaklings. They don't need anyone to comfort them; they can rise from their defeats on their own. Just like Yang Qijia said—they didn't deserve to lose.

But they haven't lost all yet.

Ten-minute break time.

Master Long stood up and glanced at the trees across the table.

After stepping down from the stage, he went straight to Lin Shu and told the other teams to stop for a moment. Under Lin Shu's gaze, he said, "Brother Shu, there's one more round. This round is an airdrop round, and Bruce will definitely try to grab that nine-minute airdrop—just like in the semifinals." His voice was deep and powerful. "I have a suggestion."

Lin Shu raised his head. The captains of the other teams also pricked up their ears at the same time.

Master Dragon continued, "No matter where this airdrop spawns, all five teams will head there. It's not about surrounding Bruce—it's about grabbing the airdrop. We need to get the AWM first. If all else fails—we can't get the airdrop, we can't let Bruce get it."

IG added, "They have AWMs, which we can't beat, so let's not fight amongst ourselves. Whoever gets the airdrop keeps it, it's all about skill. But before the airdrop is claimed, no one is allowed to attack their teammates."

"Agreed." MDY's flying sniper was the first to raise his hand.

"I'm fine on my end," Yang Qijia, the crawler, followed closely behind.

"BSG agrees too." BBfps nodded.

Lin Shu took a deep breath. "How did this get out of hand? Is this right?"

Everyone fell silent instantly.

Just then, Lü Ang appeared out of nowhere. "Are you guys starting to plot against me?"

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