Delta: With wages in place, even the Demon King's top-tier protection is crushed.

This is where dreams begin, and where dreams come true.

"Uluru?"

Wang Zhongzhong thought he had misread it.

After all, the map they're on now is called Baksh, and there are very few people farming Uluru on this map, whether it's an aggressive attack or a kiting strategy.

Wang Zhongzhong glanced at the box he had just finished eating lying quietly to the side, and instantly understood why.

"I see!" Wang Zhongzhong suddenly laughed.

This left Nanbowan and the three-year-old somewhat puzzled.

Nanbowan asked directly, "What's wrong, Lao Wang? What are you laughing at? What did you scan?"

At three years old, he nodded and asked the same question as Nanbowan.

Wang Zhongzhong gritted his teeth and said, "I know how Zhongyi and the other two died, and I know who the team upstairs is."

"Who?" Nanbowan asked instinctively.

The three-year-old raised an eyebrow and teased with a grin, "McMouse's been upgraded? He can scan names now?"

"No..." Wang Zhongzhong shook his head, a hint of mockery in his eyes, and said, "I was just sweeping, and I saw Uluru upstairs. Obviously, the team that went upstairs just now must have put a concrete wall down, and then Zhongyi and the other two went up and fell right down."

"As for who's upstairs, just think about it: besides us, who in our Group A likes to play Uluru? And this picture is of Baksh. Baksh playing Uluru, I think the name is obvious, right?"

After Wang Zhongzhong said this...

Nanbowan and Sansui both fell silent for a moment, then tacitly controlled their characters to look at the other side.

"You idiot!"

A puff of hot breath escaped Wang Zhongzhong's nostrils, and a murderous glint appeared in his eyes. "Those bastards are up there!"

The three-year-old gritted his teeth and said, word by word, "This is such a coincidence!!"

Wang Zhongzhong sensed the anger in his two teammates' voices and immediately suggested, "What do we say now?"

The three-year-old's eyes burned with rage, his fighting spirit blazing as he declared, "Is there even a question? Just stay alive!"

"We can lose the game, but the bastards must die!"

Nanbowan subconsciously echoed the two men's words, thinking, "Is there even a need to think about it?"

Just go up and fight!

He didn't say it out loud. As the captain, he should have remained rational, and all his actions and thoughts should have been aimed at helping his team advance.

Although our team is currently ranked last, we still have a chance to advance. According to the rules of Operation Red, only the last-place team is eliminated in the main competition.

The team of "all-male warriors" and the "demolition team" above him now have a million more assets than him, and even the third-ranked "Maple Rat" only has two million more.

Their team has already gained 3.15M. If they settle the score or leave now, based on the current rankings, they will definitely not be in last place anymore. The demolition team is already dead. After this round ends, their gain for the next round will remain at 3.8M.

Moreover, even if they like it, they might not be able to withdraw later, as there are still two rounds left.

This third game is crucial, serving as a bridge between the previous and subsequent games.

and so……

Nanbowan took a deep breath, suppressing the anger rising within him as he felt responsible for leading the team forward. He said to Wang Zhongzhong and the three-year-old beside him, "We can't go up!"

"What? Not going up there?" Wang Zhongzhong exclaimed in astonishment. "Captain, what are you thinking? Those guys up there are the bastards!"

"Others can accept it, but this is our enemy!"

"Yeah, right!" the three-year-old said incredulously, "Nanbowan, they're bastards! Have you forgotten the humiliation they brought us in the first two rounds?"

"I haven't forgotten!" Nanbowan said calmly, "But now is really not the time to kill them. We are currently ranked last in Group A. If the assets of those above us are not much different, we can definitely go up."

"But the key is that the gap between us and the top three is only one or two million, and Zhong Yi, who was fourth, is dead. If we just withdraw now, after the last two aerospace games, our chances of advancing are very high!"

"Three-year-old, what you just said about games where you can lose and the idiots must die is true, but this is a competition!"

"We need to advance! We can't have prepared for this long just for a day trip, can we?"

"Oh, this..."

Wang Zhongzhong and the three-year-old fell into deep thought.

Nanbowan continued, "Think about it from another angle. Now that we know the 'melon-loving' people are on top, let them be on top then."

"They have Uluru, have you forgotten how they died?"

"Are we going to be beaten to death by those bastards again, and humiliated by them for the third time?"

"Let's just let him play by himself!"

"He likes to block the elevator with Uluru concrete walls, let him block it. If he can block it that well, let him block it all. We'll just play our own game. Remember this round: as long as we can get out, we'll likely advance. And once we advance, it's like having a lifeline—we'll always have a chance to fight again!"

"There are still so many more to go, we'll get our revenge eventually!"

Wang Zhongzhong's eyes gradually cleared, and he nodded emphatically, saying, "Nanbowan is right. At three years old, we should make a strategic retreat."

"Let's go have some fun on the outskirts."

The three-year-old exhaled a breath of stale air, "No problem, as long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn. Let them play by themselves."

"OK!" Seeing that his team members had reached a consensus, and fearing that more people from Babel might come, Nanbowan decided to retreat and avoid fighting if possible.

The three of them escaped directly from the Tower of Babel.

The three people, including Lü Ang, on the rooftop continued to block the elevator entrance in front of them, oblivious to their own predicament.

As time passed by, second by second.

Soon, ten minutes had passed since the start of the game.

In the third game of Operation Red, on the map Baksh, apart from the demolition team of Zhongyi who died at the beginning, no other team died.

In this match, there were constant minor skirmishes between the teams, but if it came to a real fight, everyone was playing very conservatively.

In this game, the most amazing thing in the entire Tower of Babel happened. Perhaps it was because the team of all strong men who respawned at the market, which is the first position north of the museum, did not choose to enter the museum but instead went to the Blitz Baths, which triggered a chain reaction.

Aside from the sharp-eyed team that initially entered the tower and then left, there were also some others.

No more teams entered the Tower of Babel; everyone was fighting on the outside.

With 19 minutes and 45 seconds remaining in the game.

At the top of the Tower of Babel, Lü Ang, seeing that it was almost time, began to formally explain to the two the Uluru instant-bomb evacuation point he had just mentioned.

"Alright, let's not talk about anything else. It's about time, and some teams will probably be shutting down soon. Let me give you two a quick guide on how to quickly destroy an evacuation point."

"oh?!"

King Chengcheng and Haotian immediately paused, their expressions changing drastically. Haotian eagerly asked, "What do you mean, Brother Ang?"

"They're here! They're here! They're finally here!" King Chengcheng exclaimed, his eyes sparkling.

Hehe~

Lü Ang chuckled and said, "I know you two have been waiting for ages. Come on, let me explain to you what a 'second-bomb evacuation point' really means!"

……