My Ares Son-in-Law

What greeted them was not the victory they had imagined, but a sudden paintball rain that was like a nightmare.

It turned out that Lao Mao did not sit still and wait for death in this seemingly hopeless situation. His brows were furrowed, and his mind was like a high-speed precision instrument, with various mechanical principles and operating steps flashing through it rapidly.

His hands remained calm and agile despite his rapid breathing, and his eyes swept across the dusty fire hose that had been ignored for a long time on the sidelines. An idea flashed in his mind, and he immediately rushed over and quickly began to transform the fire hose.

His fingers fiddled with the parts nimbly, his movements were skilled and accurate. Every tightening and every splicing was full of his wisdom and experience.

Sweat dripped down his forehead and soaked his clothes, but he paid no attention. After some intense and orderly assembly and debugging, a simple but extremely lethal projectile was born.

The old cat looked at the results of his careful transformation, took a deep breath, and his eyes revealed confidence and decisiveness.

He quickly loaded twenty induction paintballs, and with a roar that seemed to come from the depths of his heart, these paintballs flew out of the launcher in an instant like summoned gorgeous meteors, turning into a sky-wide fire net, covering the entire attack route with an overwhelming force.

The paintballs drew brilliant tracks in the air, as if writing the old cat's perseverance and wisdom on this war-torn land.

In front of the huge and bright viewing screen, everyone was nervously watching the battle situation displayed in real time. The situation that seemed to be stalemate and the red team had a slight advantage was reversed in an instant.

The blue team's logo, which was originally flickering quietly in the corner of the screen, suddenly seemed to be infused with an invisible force, as if it was given fresh life. Those originally static lines and colors began to flow, turning into a surging and flowing galaxy.

This galaxy is dazzling, and the light inside is colorful, as if it has condensed the light of all the brightest stars in the night sky. Each ray of light seems to contain endless power and full of hope. They interweave and merge with each other to form an extremely powerful energy.

In the blink of an eye, this powerful light spread rapidly like a surging tide, suddenly engulfing the three red light spots in the picture. These three red light spots were not simple, they represented the three members of Zhang Yu's team.

They were originally carefully looking for opportunities on the battlefield, but this sudden change was like a fierce paintball rain, which made them lose their trace in an instant.

The entire virtual battlefield space seemed to be slowly covered by a mysterious curtain, and a thick mysterious atmosphere permeated the air again, filled with heart-pounding suspense and unpredictable unknowns everywhere.

"Impossible!" A cry of shock and disbelief suddenly burst out from Zhao Chunhua's mouth. Her eyes were as big as copper bells, staring at the battle screen.

At this moment, her nails dug deeply into her palms involuntarily, and her sharp nails left shocking blood marks on her skin. However, she was immersed in extreme shock and anger and was completely unaware of it.

Her eyes seemed to be attracted by a magnet, tightly locked on the area in the center of the battlefield. There, Lao Mao was leading four people with a focused expression, advancing steadily forward in a regular wedge formation.

Every step they took was firm and steady, as if they already knew the situation on the battlefield well.

Lao Mao was indeed a veteran on the battlefield, and his command was extremely accurate. Every time he issued a fire suppression order, it landed just in time when the enemy was reloading. The series of dense and orderly gunshots was like a carefully choreographed symphony of death. Bullets whizzed through the air, carrying a chilling and murderous aura, firmly suppressing the enemy in a small area, leaving them powerless to fight back.

At this time, Zhang Yu was concentrating on commanding the team to fight.

Suddenly, his headset heard the panicked and terrified voices of his teammates: "They are using Morse code!"

These words were like thunderbolts from the blue sky, exploding in Zhang Yu's ears. Morse code, an ancient and mysterious communication method, has long been rarely used on modern battlefields.

This is not only a huge challenge to their existing cognition, but also like a sharp blade, stabbing fiercely at their already shaky psychological defenses.

Zhang Yu's eyes flashed with a cold smile: "Old man, you have some skills, but you are just messing around."

However, his team members' hearts seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible big hand at this moment, and an unprecedented sense of fear and powerlessness began to spread among the team.

Looking at Lao Mao again, his face always maintained a chilling calm and decisiveness. The pistol in his hand gently tapped the oil pipeline beside him, making a crisp and rhythmic metal vibration sound.

Against the backdrop of the constant gunfire around them, this trembling sound seemed particularly clear, as if it was the bell of fate, telling of the cruelty and ruthlessness of the battle. Every strike seemed to be a countdown to the enemy's death.

Just when everyone was enveloped by the intense battle atmosphere on the field, a black figure suddenly jumped out of the drainage ditch like a ghost. It turned out to be Cobra, holding a professional sniper rifle, like a deadly venomous snake in the jungle.

The infrared light on the sniper rifle flashed a cold and dangerous light, like the narrow and fierce eyes of a poisonous snake, aiming steadily at Zhang Yu's brow. At this moment, danger was like a ferocious beast, close at hand, as if it would devour Zhang Yu in the next second, and the whole situation became precarious.

"No——" Zhao Chunhua's sharp scream broke through the tense atmosphere around her. Her eyes instantly widened like bells, filled with fear and despair. At this moment, in her eyes, Zhang Yu's tall figure seemed to be in a desperate situation, like a lamb to be slaughtered.

Her breathing suddenly became rapid, and her heart seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand, and every beat was filled with a heaviness.

She cried out in her heart countless times, believing that Zhang Yu was finished. All their previous hard work and various ingenious strategies would be wasted in an instant.

At this moment, the situation on the battlefield was like a tense painting. The two camps were like two planets facing each other, each flashing a faint light.

After a fierce battle, there were only seven people left on both sides. The numbers seemed evenly matched, but under this seemingly balanced appearance, there were actually undercurrents. Zhang Yu, as the captain of the red team, was like a stabilizing force, maintaining the morale and battle rhythm of the entire team. (End of this chapter)