Delta: I have a 1-Haf Coin instant kill system!

The last enemy was naturally no match for Red Wolf and Uluru.

"Fourth group, all members wiped out!"

At the edge of the training field, the three people in the fourth group stood there, their faces, bodies, and legs covered in blue paint.

Red Wolf patted the dust off his combat uniform.

Uluru carried the M250 on his shoulder, grinning from ear to ear.

"You guys are pretty good, it's a pity about you~"

His voice was loud, and the three men's faces turned even uglier. They murmured a few times, but no one dared to utter a sound.

Red Wolf, Uluru, Aiden—this combination is outrageous enough!

Although their teamwork wasn't exactly seamless, Red Wolf's on-the-spot command acted like glue, forcibly binding the three of them together!

"Clean up the area, next group!"

Gu waved his hand.

At the other end of the training field, the three members of the first group were making their final preparations.

Wells squatted down and took out the marked bullets from the magazine one by one, then put them back in one by one.

The two teammates next to him were named Morris and Oliver.

The two are above average among this batch of reserve agents; they are not outstanding, but they are definitely not a drag on the team.

"Group Two vs. Group Three!"

The sound of the Gu rang out, and the atmosphere in the training ground suddenly tensed up.

The bee doctor leaned against the edge of the field, his blond hair swaying wildly under the lights.

His gaze lingered on Zhang Zhao for a moment, then he suddenly spoke.

"Little Zhang—"

Zhang Zhao turned to look at him.

The bee doctor tilted his head, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Although I have high hopes for you, Wells and the others are also very strong."

Zhang Zhao did not respond.

The bee doctor shrugged, yawned, and turned to leave.

"They've entered!"

Luna patted Zhang Zhao on the shoulder and gave him a look.

Zhang Zhao understood immediately and nodded.

Let's go!

The three walked towards one end of the training field.

Meanwhile, Wells and his two companions were already in position.

At the edge of the field, a man in dark blue crossed his arms.

"start!"

The moment the words left his mouth, both groups sprang into action.

Unlike the Red Wolves, Wells didn't stay put; instead, he took the initiative.

He led Morris and Oliver forward quickly.

The three form a triangle, with Wells at the tip, Morris to the left rear, and Oliver to the right rear.

The distance was just right, so that they would not block each other's firing lines, but could provide each other with fire support at the first moment.

"This coordination..."

Uluru sat on the sidelines and muttered something.

Red Wolf didn't speak, his brows furrowed slightly.

Compared to the teamwork of Wells' group, his previous group was more like a disorganized mess.

Meanwhile, at the other end of the training field...

Luna crouched behind a low wall, her gaze peering through the gaps at the three people advancing on the other side.

"They cooperate, and so do we!"

Her voice was calm.

Wei Long squatted down to her right and scratched his head.

"What do you mean?"

"wait!"

Luna uttered the word and turned to look behind her—Zhang Zhao wasn't there!

Wei Long glanced to the side, his lips twitching slightly: "He's doing it again..."

Luna didn't turn around, but her ears twitched slightly.

Very light footsteps came from a dozen meters behind me.

"He's going in circles!"

Luna said something in a low voice, then fixed her gaze back on what was ahead.

"Proceed according to plan?" Wei Long instantly understood!

Luna did not answer immediately.

She stared at the three figures advancing opposite her, her mind racing.

Wells, Morris, and Oliver—if any one of these three were taken individually, they wouldn't be a match for her and Veyron.

But the three of them worked together seamlessly, forming a well-organized formation.

"As planned! Draw fire for the Shadow."

Luna made a decision.

A slight smile played on Wei Long's lips.

"The mighty dragon! It's about to begin—"

Before the smile on his lips had faded, he had already rushed out.

Three steps to the left, two steps to the right, moving in a serpentine pattern, with no rhythm whatsoever.

Morris's gun followed his figure, and marker bullets exploded one after another at his feet.

"Damn—is that a rabbit?"

Morris cursed, keeping his hand firmly on the trigger. The M7 spat out a string of marking bullets, the muzzle flashes forming a continuous barrage.

But Dragon seemed to have precognitive abilities, changing direction just as the bullet was about to hit.

Battlefield awareness has been activated.

Zhang Zhao crouched at the edge of the field, and the ReLink brain-computer interface was monitoring the positions of Wells and the other two in real time.

Wells was at the very front, bearing the greatest pressure.

Morris and Oliver positioned themselves on either side, responsible for suppressing the enemy and providing follow-up fire.

"Standard assault formation..."

Zhang Zhao silently recited a phrase to himself, his gaze shifting from the back of Wells' head to both sides.

Luna peeked out from behind the low wall, slightly adjusted the muzzle of her M7, and fired a marking round straight at Oliver's face.

Oliver instinctively tilted his head, and a paintball grazed his ear before slamming into the shipping container behind him with a "thud," leaving a blue mark.

"grass!"

Oliver pulled his head back, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

If that shot had been a live round, his head would have been blown to bits.

"Stay calm! Don't panic!"

Wells' voice came from ahead, his gun pointed in Veelong's direction.

"They're stalling for time! Morris, push to the left! Oliver, cover me!"

Morris hesitated for less than half a second before crouching and moving toward the left wing.

His footsteps were light, his movements were careful, but—

[Battlefield Awareness - Target on the left flank is moving at a speed of 1.2 m/s, heading northwest!]

Zhang Zhao squatted behind the container, a slight smile playing on his lips.

This is what I've been waiting for!

He didn't rush to move, but watched as Maurice gradually disappeared from Wells' sight.

Eight meters, ten meters, twelve meters—

at last!

They finally fell for it!

Zhang Zhao stood up from behind the container, crouched down, and crept along the edge of the area toward Wells's back.

The speed wasn't fast, but every step was taken in Wells' blind spot.

This is what makes ReLink brain-computer interface so terrifying!

Within a radius of over ninety meters, Zhang Zhao seemed to have a god-like perspective!

The location, orientation, and even line of sight of everyone are all in his mind!

He knows everything!

Has Zhang Zhao arrived yet?

Luna's voice came through the communicator.

"Hurry up~"

Zhang Zhao replied, his gaze fixed ahead.

Wells crouched behind that low wall, half his head sticking out, his gun still spitting fire in the direction of Wei Long.

He was unaware that he had become the prey.

Zhang Zhao stopped and pointed the gun at the back of Wells' head.

"Ready!"

"Counterattack!"

As soon as Luna finished speaking, the commotion on Weilong's side suddenly intensified.

"Da da da—"

The M7 gunfire was continuous, and Wei Long no longer just ran around, but turned around and fired back!

He charged straight at Wells, more than twice as fast as before.

"Is he insane?!"

On the sidelines, Uluru stared wide-eyed, nearly dropping his water bottle.

Red Wolf didn't speak, but his brows furrowed and his gaze was fixed on Wei Long.

Wells clearly hadn't expected Wei Long to be so reckless. His pupils suddenly contracted, and he turned his gun around, firing a burst in Wei Long's direction.

The marker bullet grazed past Wei Long's body and hit his left arm.

But Wei Long laughed instead.

"Left wing! Left wing!"

Wells realized something was wrong, but it was too late.

Luna stood up from behind the low wall, and the M7 immediately began suppressing her with firepower.

"Da da da da—"

Bullets rained down on Oliver's bunker like water.

Oliver was forced to shrink back, not daring to show his face at all.

"They're drawing fire!"

Wells finally realized what was happening, and his voice changed!

"Behind you! Watch out behind you—"

He shouted as he turned around.

But the moment he turned around, he saw a pair of eyes.

Zhang Zhao had somehow gotten behind him, and the gun was already pointed at the back of his head.

Their eyes met briefly in the air.

"Bang!"

The bullet was marked and fired, hitting Wells precisely in the back of the head.

Wells froze. He slowly raised his hand and touched the back of his head, his hand covered in blue.

"Hit!"

The sound of the Gu drifted in from outside the arena, crisp and clean.

"What?! It hit?!"

Morris looked up abruptly, before he could react—the second marking missile had already flown right in front of him.

"Bang!"

Right in the center of the forehead!

Blue paint was smeared all over his face and dripped down his nose.

Oliver, who was hiding behind cover, heard two gunshots and his heart started racing.

He took a deep breath and suddenly poked his head out to see what had happened.

"Snapped!"

The third marker bullet struck him squarely in the temple, hitting the bullseye.

Three shots!

Three people!

Three vital points!

Zhang Zhao stood up, pointed the gun downwards, and turned to walk towards Luna and Weilong.

The training ground was completely silent.

Uluru's mouth was agape, and its jaw was practically dropping to the ground.

"This...this is fucking...so their codenames are real?"

"So their code names were real?"

He counted them one by one on his fingers.

"The mighty dragon—a majestic dragon!"

"Look at his movements, so graceful! He charges and fires relentlessly, bullets can't catch him!"

"Luna—the calm Luna!"

"With a comprehensive understanding of the overall situation, remaining calm and collected, striking precisely where instructed, without the slightest panic!"

"A shadow—a writhing shadow!"

Uluru paused for a moment and scratched his head.

"This guy is really weird! He didn't do anything at the start, just squatted at the edge of the 'battlefield,' and nobody noticed him."

"Somehow, we've gotten behind enemy lines in no time! Three shots! Three men!"

"As expected, there are only wrong names, not wrong code names!"