After recovering health, I scavenged all the resources of the opponent's bag, threw away the low-bullet AKM, and equipped the SCAR. At this time, the afterglow of my rush had just dissipated, and I noticed intermittent gunshots from afar, and I couldn't help but click on the electronic terminal on my left wrist to confirm the game status: there are currently 34 survivors, and there is still 1 minute and 48 seconds left before the next poison circle shrinks.

After a fierce battle, the number of surviving players was reduced by nearly half. Including me, there was a fierce battle in this area where I was just now, but now there is no movement, I sneaked to a small hill nearby, changed into a quadruple mirror 98k and observed for about 20 seconds, no other players came to scavenge for resources, I judged that there should be no players in the surrounding area except me, so I chose to sneak to the center of the poison circle with one minute remaining.

I was sneaking through the grass avoiding the road while paying attention to my surroundings, and during this time I opened the map and selected a small two-story house in the direction I was currently going as the next place to squat. Nothing to say along the way except for seeing a player driving a car. In order to avoid exposing the position, I did not choose to fire.

By the time I reached the back door of the small house on the second floor, the poison ring had just finished shrinking. I squatted next to the back door, put on a troll, and listened for about 5 seconds, judging that there was no one inside, I opened the door, held the troll and turned around for half a circle to observe the situation in the house, and then turned around and closed the door.

It was too late, and as soon as I turned around, someone shot me in the back.

"Your uncle!" I couldn't help but explode and hide in the bathroom next to me.

"This TM's big squat B can really squat!" After hiding in the bathroom, I thought silently, completely forgetting that I was going to squat in this room for a while, and checked the other man's status: he was firing at me at the stairs, and he must have been hiding on the second floor; Judging by the gunshots, he should have used *. I guess he must have taken my place as I went, otherwise I wouldn't have ignored his footsteps when I was listening outside the house; From the fact that he chose to *hide on the second floor and shoot in bursts instead of sniping as I approached the small house, or squeezing me behind the door after I entered the house, I reckon he only had *. In terms of weapons, I have SCAR and trolls, so I have the advantage; On the other hand, he is on the second floor staircase, and he has an advantage in terms of terrain. We are caught in a game where whoever loses his breath first will give up his advantage.

The other party probably thought the same thing, I didn't hear any footsteps, and I took this opportunity to treat myself for the gunshot wound just now. I currently have two options, one is to take the initiative and use the firepower advantage of SCAR to suppress the opponent's *; The other is to wait passively and use trolls to suppress them at close range when the opponent attacks. I first put on the SCAR, poked my head out of the bathroom door to observe, I guess the other party has just finished observing, I saw his feet exposed in the stairwell, so he decisively hit a bullet, although he immediately ran to the second floor, but still can't compare to the bullet, I judged that he was shot twice, so I changed to a troll and rushed over, and when I arrived at the staircase, I actually found that this squat B was actually treating, so I sent him a shotgun.

It seems that my fortune today is average, and when I looted his bag, he was followed by a * and a machete, in addition to some low-grade armor. I sighed and took his machete away.