Chapter 024 Surrounded by Three People

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Li Gang checked the virtual map, and as expected, after refreshing, a blue light point appeared about a hundred or two hundred meters from his current location.

Because Li Gang always kept the map at its smallest scale, centered on himself within a one-kilometer radius, it was easy for him to judge the other person’s position and approximate distance.

His opponent had been shot in the right leg, yet managed to escape such a distance in so short a time.

There was only one explanation: the other man had used the full restoration treatment again.

Without hesitation, Li Gang raised his gun and started the pursuit, though he dared not move too quickly, all the while constantly shifting his own position.

His adversary possessed not only a firearm, but also an unknown number of grenades.

Li Gang was not particularly concerned about the threat of the man’s pistol—after all, his enemy wasn’t a sharpshooter—but he was wary of those grenades, whose unpredictable danger could easily inflict serious injury or death.

The mountain forest was lush with vegetation, some places steep and treacherous, but with Li Gang’s current physical condition, the terrain posed little obstacle.

The chase continued for a long time, with several exchanges of fire along the way.

Although neither Li Gang nor his opponent was seasoned in combat, the other man was cunning, with a certain tactical awareness, always managing to escape from Li Gang’s hands.

However, Li Gang relied on his superior basic stats—especially his stamina, which far surpassed his rival—and each time the enemy escaped, he soon caught up.

The scene of his adversary ruthlessly attempting to kill him not long ago was still vivid in his memory; Li Gang could not simply let him get away.

Once again, he crossed over a mountain ridge.

The two pursuers reached a place where the vegetation was low, cover sparse, and the terrain relatively flat.

The man did not try to flee or hide. He stood motionless, as if awaiting Li Gang.

Li Gang stopped, lifted his pistol, aiming at the man about twenty meters ahead, but did not fire as he usually would. Clearly, the man's unusual tactic left him puzzled.

“We could talk, you know. There’s no need for this to be a fight to the death,” the man spoke, his voice that of a middle-aged man with a slight accent from WH City.

Li Gang had spent four years in college in WH City and was familiar with the local accent in Mandarin; he could recognize it immediately.

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“Talk?” Li Gang found the suggestion laughable.

What was there to discuss between them? Was it because the other man couldn’t kill him, wasn’t a match, that he thought they could negotiate? Absurd.

“Yes, we could cooperate. I’m sure you know—Rule Four only says that after ten years, no more than ten people may survive. That means the god encourages us to form teams and work together against the others,” the man said hurriedly, seeing Li Gang’s lack of interest.

Though the two were separated by some distance, Li Gang could hear the exhaustion in the man’s voice, his breath uneven.

Rule Four indeed did not specify that only a single person could survive the game; it merely stated no more than ten.

Perhaps this was why, in less than a month, various teams of all sizes had formed.

“There’s nothing to talk about. It’s either you die or I do,” Li Gang replied coolly, unwilling to say more.

He was used to being alone. Without absolute trust, he had no desire to join any team. He knew he wasn’t particularly clever or shrewd, and could easily become cannon fodder, used by others.

Moreover, Li Gang believed the man was either desperate or stalling for time, waiting for his companions to arrive.

With that thought, he acted without hesitation and pulled the trigger.

The man had not expected Li Gang to be so decisive; he fired immediately. Yet the man’s reaction was quick, throwing himself to the side.

Li Gang was utterly calm, advancing rapidly while firing short, precise bursts at his opponent.

He did not aim at parts likely protected by a bulletproof vest, but targeted the limbs as much as possible.

Yet these areas were hard to hit as the man dodged frantically.

“Lin Yan, shoot! Kill him!” the man shouted desperately.

Li Gang’s hand paused at those words, suddenly realizing something. He scanned his surroundings.

Suddenly, a sharp sound split the air—a bullet struck the ground half a meter in front of him, gouging a shallow pit.

“There’s a sniper!”

Li Gang’s pupils contracted. He was alarmed. In the next instant, he rolled toward a nearby cover and took shelter.

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Once behind cover, Li Gang felt a measure of relief, glad that the sniper’s aim was not precise; the bullet had missed by half a meter. He guessed it was either due to the distance or that the shooter was an amateur.

He quickly expanded the map’s search radius from one kilometer to two. Instantly, two blue light points appeared in the upper right corner of the map, one following the other—one was about to enter his one-kilometer zone.

Li Gang cursed himself for his carelessness; he hadn’t noticed that the enemy’s companions had already arrived.

Now that the group had joined up, facing three opponents with a hidden sniper ready to strike, Li Gang began to consider retreat.

He quickly determined his direction and moved slowly away from the sniper’s location.

“Ha! Trying to run? Not a chance. Next year on this day will be your death anniversary,”

At that moment, the man who had been rolling on the ground to dodge Li Gang’s shots burst out laughing. Unnoticed, he produced another grenade and hurled it toward Li Gang’s escape route.

“Damn it, how many grenades does he have?” Li Gang cursed inwardly. He didn’t know if the grenade was real or not, but still dove in the opposite direction.

A thunderous blast echoed.

The grenade exploded, sending earth and vegetation flying, covering Li Gang.

He dared not linger; swiftly scanning his surroundings, he prepared to find another escape route.

If the three managed to encircle him, odds were he would not survive the day.

The man in the black-and-green helmet seemed to realize Li Gang’s intentions, but did not attempt to block him or throw another grenade. Instead, he retreated a few steps, anxiously muttering.

The grenade he had just used was his last weapon; his pistol had long since run out of ammunition during the chase.

Li Gang understood that the man was truly out of bullets and grenades, but with the sniper lurking, he dared not rush forward to finish him off. He could only advance from another direction, seeking cover and remaining vigilant.

Now Li Gang understood why the man had waited for him in such an open, flat place—it was because their team had a sniper. The previous areas, dense with trees and cover, were unsuitable for sniping.

“Chen Feng, he’s over there! Hurry up and flush him out!” the man suddenly shouted.