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As soon as Lü Ang spoke, everyone felt incredibly awkward.

His eyes were darting around; he was very busy!

Why am I suddenly so busy?

Everyone wanted to disperse.

But Lü Ang smiled and said, "Don't rush me, brothers. I'm not here to complain about you. To be honest, I don't feel any pressure. You know what I mean?"

After saying this, Lü Ang walked away slowly with a sweet smile on his face.

Everyone's expressions froze.

"What did he just say?"

"No pressure?" Lin Shu repeated incredulously.

"Holy shit!"

"So pretentious?"

"I can't take it anymore!"

"Damn it!" Lin Shu's reluctance vanished, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "I don't care anymore! Even if we can't win this round, I can't let them leave work early."

Thus, an unwritten agreement was reached among the five teams—in this airdrop round, Bruce's team wasn't the only target. The AWM was. Only by securing that AWM could they have the right to challenge Lü Ang and his team.

Meanwhile, in the live stream, the viewers were still immersed in the amazing prop show in the previous game, completely unaware that the third game would bring a dramatic turn of events that no one could have predicted.

"Okay, welcome back! Delta Streamer Grand Finals, Game 3, Baksh, Drop Round!" Old Black's voice reignited his passion. "In the last round, Bruce's team managed to take the brick with perfect item coordination despite being surrounded by five teams. Lu Ang's incendiary bomb and cement wall were legendary! But this round is different!" Ah Cheng stared intently at the big screen.

"That's right," Old Black chimed in. "This is an airdrop round, there are no Mandel bricks. A high-value airdrop in nine minutes is guaranteed to spawn an AWM and ten rounds of ammo. And Bruce's team already has an AWM—if they take this airdrop too—"

He didn't finish his sentence. But everyone knew what it meant.

With a full ten magnum bullets and two AWs in the next round of the space base raid, that will be true "dominance".

They will recreate the semi-final!

The match began. In the blink of an eye, about five minutes had passed. The first regular airdrop landed near Cherry Town, but this time, none of the teams really bothered to contest it. All eyes were fixed on the nine-minute mark.

Bruce's team continued their steady approach, avoiding revealing their location too early. They nestled in the buildings near the Tower of Babel, quickly looting to replenish their losses from the previous round. Meanwhile, the other five teams were also quietly building up their strength, all converging on the Tower of Babel.

Finally, a bright slit was torn open in the sky.

"High-value airdrop has arrived!"

Almost everyone pressed the M key, and on the map, the sky marker shimmering with golden light slowly fell—landing point: the Babel Tower atrium.

This place is full of ditches and ravines, making it extremely suitable for defense and also extremely suitable for grinding meat.

"Rob!" Lü Ang commanded. The three men leaped from the complex simultaneously. But this time, they weren't met by scattered, disorganized soldiers. Instead, they were greeted by five teams—like lava flowing from all directions towards the Tower of Babel! Bullets rained down upon them!

The battle raged fiercely in the central courtyard of the Tower of Babel and along the medical and ocean corridors.

Trident and MDY clashed head-on at the central entrance, neither giving an inch; the Creeper set up guns and blocked the way in the loading area, while BSG and Tua engaged in a fierce battle in the water storage area for control of the stairwell passage to the airdrop. Downed soldiers and follow-up shots were everywhere, and shouts for help to revive others were everywhere.

Bruce's squad used Lyu's Uluru concrete wall and the intimidation of not needing bullets to fight their way up, eventually reaching the loading and unloading area of ​​Babel Tower.

But the fifth team's will was too strong—they charged forward one after another, using their lives to fill the defensive line and firmly blocking their first wave of attack.

In this intense battle, Lin Shu, who was originally inconspicuous, found a perfect timing.

While everyone's attention was drawn to the firefight between Lv Ang and MDY on the flank, he controlled the Dragon and used a Tiger Crouch to force back the two BSG players guarding the airdrop in the middle courtyard. Then his teammates Yolo and Yilin desperately provided smoke cover, and in less than two seconds, Lin Shu pressed the activation button!

"Lin Shu got the airdrop!" Ah Cheng screamed.

Lin Shu instantly pocketed the AWM and ten Magnum rounds from the airdrop. But before he could even celebrate, a terrifying line of gunfire blocked his escape route—Lü Ang had already pushed in front of him.

"Brother Shu, leave the gun behind." Lü Ang's M14 had already opened fire, a precise three-round burst that grazed past Lin Shu's helmet! If Yolo hadn't desperately fired from the side, drawing Lü Ang's attention for a moment, Lin Shu would have already fallen.

"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat to the reservoir! Get into the tower, to the top, flying squirrels!" Yolo roared in the voice chat. The three of them protected the airdrop, stumbling and staggering through the reservoir towards the depths of the Tower of Babel.

This was exactly the emergency evacuation route they had practiced at the last minute before the match.

"Chase!" Lü Ang waved his hand, and Bruce and the other two gave chase.

And at that very moment.

Nanbowan's Red Wolf seized the opportunity and fired three shots in quick succession, knocking Yolo, who had just used up his last smoke, to the ground! Haotian followed closely behind, hitting Yilin in the chest with an M14 shot. Although it didn't kill him outright, it left him with only a sliver of health.

Lu Ang arrived, finished off Yolo, and then turned to attack Yi Lin, who had fallen to the ground.

In that life-or-death moment, Yi Lin threw away all the items that could block the line of fire—smoke screens, electric arrows—and barely managed to crawl behind cover in the chaos. Taking advantage of this opening, Lin Shu desperately tried to break through to the Babel Tower staircase.

He now carries in his backpack the priceless AWM and ten bullets, which represent the hope for the entire Dongba Tua to turn the tide.

But he had nowhere else to go.

Following closely behind were Lü Ang's Uluru and Nanbowan's Red Wolf, while Haotian held them off tightly from the outside.

Lin Shu ran to the containers at the water storage area and the medical staircase, where a bottomless artificial pool lay before him—a bottomless abyss trap on the outskirts of the Tower of Babel, where falling in meant certain death. Behind him, he could already hear Lü Ang's footsteps.

He was panting heavily, and after retreating to the cover by the pool, he suddenly stopped moving.

"Brother Tree, stop running, there's no way out." Lü Ang showed utmost respect, even after locking onto the location, he didn't just pull out a big one and prepared to slowly nibble away at it!

Lin Shu took a deep breath.

He glanced at his own life force, which was almost depleted, then at Yi Lin's corpse beside him, and at the situation outside where his teammates were also struggling.

He suddenly let go of his obsession with "winning".

Then Lin Shu smiled.

"Lü Ang, you were really fierce today. I admit, none of our five teams could stop you."

"But even if I feed this AW to the fish today, I won't give it to you."

Lin Shu gritted his teeth, pressed the forward button, and rushed out onto the terrace.

Amidst the screams of the audience and commentators, the operator, armed with an AWM and ten bullets, defiantly plunged straight into the pool of water outside the medical area, a symbol of death.

"Thump!"

There was no room for struggle; before the water had even fully dispersed, the character had already sunk to the bottom.

[Dongba Tua and Lin Shu drowned]

A bright yellow box floated quietly on the water, out of reach and out of touch. It was like Lin Shu's final mockery of all the attackers, of Lü Ang, and even of this crushing victory—"I'd rather die than have you have an easy time."

Lu Ang chased after the box to the edge of the pool, looked down at it for a moment, then looked up towards the competition area.

Across the main stage, he saw Lin Shu take off his headphones and wipe the dust off the screen, a faint pride on his face as always.

During that eye contact, he even nodded at Lü Ang, a bright smile playing on his lips, showing no sign of defeat or frustration.

Yolo nudged him from the side, and Yilin was laughing too. The laughter could be faintly heard through the gaps in the headphones—it was the kind of laugh that said, "I did something awesome."

Lü Ang understood. There was an unspoken message in that smile.

—In war, it's all about skill. I admit you're more skilled today, but I'll never make the same mistake twice.

Lü Ang smiled and gave him a thumbs up.

You're something else.

The live stream chat exploded with comments again:

"Holy crap, it actually jumped!"

"We'd rather die than give it up! That's the spirit of esports!"

"Brother Tree is awesome—no, this is too tragic!"

"The finals were exciting, but this was the most thrilling game I've ever watched! Lin Shu, a true man!"