Delta: Who are you saying has suffered a loss of strength?

He had faced this situation countless times, and it was still the same old tactics, or rather, Han Che's muscle memory.

Without any throwable items, the best way to hide behind cover and still know the enemy's location is naturally to peek and shoot.

Without hesitation, Han Che turned and attacked. His level six armor gave him a high margin for error, ensuring he would never be instantly killed.

He turned his body to the side, his shoulder protruding from behind the cover, and his gun was already aimed at the machine gunner at the front of the line.

Boom!

Two bullets fired from the gun, heading towards the machine gunner at the front of the line. The machine gunner reacted quickly, raising his arm and bending his elbow to protect his head, the tips of his elbows pointing outwards. The bullets struck his red shoulder armor, sending up two sparks and two crisp clangs.

Immediately afterwards, a fiery snake trailing black smoke flew past his face.

The orange-red flames, edged with black, were extremely hot; you could feel the heat even from half a meter away.

The fire snake flew past the spot where he had just peeked out, and then flew back from the spot where he had retreated, sweeping up, down, left, and right, like a live snake dancing.

Han Che huddled behind cover, his eyes squinting from the smoke and his throat aching from the fumes. If he got grease on his skin, no matter what level of armor he was wearing, he would be done for.

How could he fight this? Han Che's mind went blank. He leaned against the shipping container, his mind racing with various tactics, which he then rejected one by one.

He wasn't afraid of his opponent competing with him in marksmanship or reaction speed. But this kind of fighting style was definitely not something that could be solved by a head-on confrontation.

Spatially, the terrain was cramped and completely blocked by fire. The gap was only a little over a meter wide, with the concrete wall of the dam on the left, the metal sheet of the shipping container on the right, and corners and bunkers in front and behind. There was nowhere to go around, and nowhere to run.

With less than two minutes left before the evacuation time, there was no time to maneuver or stall him.

In terms of combat strength, the three opponents are incredibly tanky and deal high damage. Trying to kill all three while withstanding their attacks is pure wishful thinking.

After much thought, the best solution was for Raven to appear before him with his warden's guard.

The thought made Han Che laugh at himself the moment it popped into his head. He was laughing at others for wanting to call for backup when he couldn't win himself.

He shook his head, trying to banish the image from his mind.

However, he himself is not afraid of getting lost, after all, he came here once when Dam Zero was closed. But it's hard to explain Xiaobai's situation. Let's just assume it's the worst-case scenario.

"You despicable rat!"

While Han Che was still thinking of a solution, the other side had already started shouting and cursing.

"Come out, you coward! I know you're here!"

Said's voice came from behind him, echoing in the narrow gap, his voice filled with anger and sarcasm.

"You can't hide forever!"

"Are you scared now?"

Han Che had no desire to fight with Saidwen, but Saidwen was unwilling to give Han Che a chance to breathe.

The incendiary crossbow bolt that Han Che had interrupted earlier had now grazed the passageway, bounced off the wall, and landed near Han Che's feet, instantly bursting into flames.

Han Che didn't run away either. In such a confined space, there wasn't much room for him to run. He had already prepared for Said's move. A black smoke bomb exploded under his feet, interfering with the development of the fire, and then slowly extinguished.

Said clicked his tongue when he saw smoke rising over there. Quite a lot of props!

He then waved in the direction of the smoke, directing the machine gunners and flamethrower soldiers to advance step by step.

The massive body trudged heavily on the gravel, making a teeth-grinding creaking sound. The heavy metal armor rubbed slightly against each other, and the machine gun barrels slowly rotated, emitting a low hum.

The machine gunner walked in front, close to the concrete wall of the dam on the right, his body slightly turned to the side, holding the Gatling gun with the muzzle pointing forward.

His body was so wide that it almost filled the entire gap, leaving only half a body length on his left for the flamethrower.

The flamethrower soldier followed behind the machine gunner, half of his body exposed, with the muzzle of the flamethrower protruding from under the machine gunner's left armpit, pointing towards the passageway ahead.

Saeed followed behind the two men, holding an M 249 light machine gun, the muzzle of which extended from the flamethrower soldier's waist and pointed forward.

This was Han Che's last smoke grenade. He thought the smoke could temporarily block the flamethrower's flames, and perhaps now was an opportunity to engage in a gunfight, since he had the ability to sense smoke.

He immediately crouched down, lowered his center of gravity, and then suddenly turned to the side, pointing his gun at the direction of the smoke, ready to fire.

But when he pulled out of cover, the machine gunner gave him the best solution to counter his move.

Wearing cigarettes? I can wear cigarettes too!

Da da da da da da da!

Machine gun bullets covered the entire smoke area, pouring down like a torrential rain from behind the smoke, hitting the walls and containers.

Dang dang dang dang.

The bullets left countless bullet holes in the wall, and pebbles were scattered everywhere.

In narrow passages, you don't need to aim; just fire, and the enemy will run into you.

The moment Han Che raised his gun, bullets flew head-on towards him. He had no chance to fire safely unless he was willing to take the volley of bullets.

As a result, Han Che was forced back to cover after firing only two shots.

These three men were like an impenetrable wall, giving Han Che no chance to launch a sneak attack.

Han Che was extremely displeased; being completely suppressed by firepower was too unpleasant.

"That machine gun is fucking cheesy!" Han Che cursed inwardly. "It doesn't care if it sees anyone or not, it just fires indiscriminately!"

At that moment, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

Heavy machine guns and flamethrowers were used, and Saeed also used a machine gun.

Three men, three guns, all heavily armed.

In such terrain, their firepower is indeed terrifying.

But this terrain is both their advantage and their disadvantage.

Their weapons are completely ineffective for close-quarters combat in confined spaces.

The muzzle is too long, making it difficult to turn. It's okay to fire at a distance directly in front, but once you get close, none of these three weapons can keep up. At the same time, the fierce firepower actually increases the risk of harming friendly forces.

More importantly, those two guys are incredibly clumsy. If they can get close to the middle of the three of them, they might have a chance!

Thinking of this, Han Che slowly lowered the hand that was holding the Ash rifle.

His fingers loosened the gun handle, the gun slid down, and then disappeared into thin air, being stored in the system space.

His hands were free, hanging at his sides, his fingers slightly curled.

Such a risk is very high! Fighting three opponents in close combat is never a wise choice.

Han Che took a deep breath, and his right hand drew a circle in the air, and a black dagger appeared out of thin air.

That is to hold the most common tactical knife in your palm with the hilt, the blade hidden behind your wrist, the tip pointing down, and the back of the blade against your forearm.

Authors Ginger and Fishcake are waiting for you with "Delta: Who Do You Say Has Lost Power?"