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

"Beep beep beep~"

It wasn't that Ultraman's chest energy display was glowing red, but rather the sound of the final evacuation gate being pulled on Baksh, the third map of Operation Red.

"Brother Ang, come and eat! Oh my god!"

"So fat! Really so fat!!!"

While Lü Ang was pulling the plug, Haotian had already finished one bun and was enjoying his second.

It is said that the most painful yet happiest thing in life is counting money.

Haotian has now experienced that as well.

He only needed to put the first bun in the bag because everyone else had already taken care of it for him, but now that he's eating the second bun, there are more things to consider.

Which gun should we dismantle?

There are still so many small gold accessories in the bag. Haotian Cai hasn't even finished cooking yet, but the profit is already approaching ten million!

Seriously speaking, Haotian's current earnings are enough to buy the lives of other teams.

The other squads have almost spent their initial eight million, except for the art squad which still has some left.

"Here it comes!"

Hearing Haotian's excited murmurs, Lü Ang unconsciously quickened his pace and arrived at the evacuation point in front of Bakshta, aiming at the last one of the three bags.

After opening it, it was the same as the first package Haotian ate.

Since he gave all his good stuff to King Chengcheng and let King Chengcheng leave with the flying squirrel first, he only needed to put on a bag.

Besides possession, Lü Ang has a habit when eating a bag: he likes to take a look at what kind of items are inside. And it was with just that one look that Lü Ang saw a 2*3 in the bag!

Lu Ang narrowed his eyes slightly, a strong premonition in his heart that this was good stuff!

Without hesitation, I pressed TAB to cancel the current pocket search and returned to the battlefield.

Suddenly, a golden object appeared in Lü Ang's hand, and he began to examine it, accompanied by a crisp smack that lingered in Lü Ang's ear.

"Hmm?" Lu Ang murmured in surprise, and hurriedly opened his backpack to start searching. Soon, when the 2*3 human head portraits lying quietly in the backpack came into Lu Ang's eyes, an indescribable joy filled his heart.

Although Lu Ang had basically lost interest in shipping since he became an escort, and even if he did, it was only for shipments that hadn't been shipped yet, the human head image today shouldn't have excited Lu Ang so much.

But... let's keep things separate.

You need to check where this person's profile picture came from.

Even during the match, it was after stacking his own CS gameplay, giving him a double buff. At this moment, Lu Ang's joy was no less than when he first got the African Star.

Lü Ang hurriedly called out to Haotian, who was standing nearby.

"Haotian! Haotian! Look at me! Look at me!"

"What's wrong?"

Haotian canceled the looting, and controlled Uluru to look up at Lü Ang. The next moment, Lü Ang took out a human head and began to examine it.

"Wow!"

A loud shout came from Haotian's throat.

"A human headshot! Holy crap!"

Haotian stared blankly at the portrait that Lü Ang was still examining, his eyes already shining.

King Chengcheng, witnessing this scene through Haotian's perspective, couldn't help but exclaim excitedly, "Brother Ang, this was awesome!"

"Who can argue with that?"

"At this moment, I think we should thank... what were their names again?"

Lu Ang looked down at the names on the box—Roadside Sharp Team, Nanbowan.

"Huh?" Lü Ang couldn't hold back any longer. "Why is it another roadside 'point-point team'?"

"What the heck?" Haotian was stunned and hurriedly turned to look at the name on the box he had just been eating—Roadside Sharp Team, Wang Zhongzhong.

"Wow!"

Haotian couldn't help but chuckle and said, "What the hell! Why is it them again?"

"?" King Chengcheng's lips twitched. He was a little scared. "Brother Ang, I have a bad feeling."

"Uh... well, Brother Ang, you're the one who introduced us to this game!" Haotian hurriedly said, "Let me make it clear here, I always only listen to the captain's orders. As a member of the Rat Rat Attack Team, I always do whatever the captain says."

"Fine, fine, fine!" Lü Ang laughed in exasperation. "You two are brothers in your hearts, but you can't get through on the phone when something happens, huh?"

"If they attack later, I'll send you two as projectiles!"

"Hehe~" Haotian chuckled, "Eat, eat! Brother Ang, come and eat this bag of mine. There are a bunch of guns in it, I don't even know what to eat anymore, it's too fattening!"

"No rush, I haven't searched Nanbowan's pockets yet."

"Wow! So many little gold coins! I don't know where to put them all!!"

"Ah! Food!" Haotian let out a comfortable groan.

Compared to the cheers and laughter on the side of Lü Ang's Rat Attack Team.

On the side of the roadside spiky team, some of them died, including Nanbowan, the captain of the roadside spiky team who carried a human head.

So much time has passed, but his expression remains frozen on the joy he felt while examining the profile picture.

He looked like he had suffered a stroke.

Nanbowan's brain was clearly malfunctioning; to onlookers, he looked like an idiot, unable to control his facial muscles.

He was completely listless, like someone in a vegetative state.

As for the other two members of the Roadside Sharp Team, they were certainly not to be outdone.

The entire roadside was completely silent, as if the loitering munitions had exploded right next to them, not in a game.

Nanbowan sat in a chair, the screen in front of him displaying—

Evacuation failed!

[You were eliminated by the Mouse Assault Team and Cucumber using a loitering missile!]

The blood-stained characters reflected the immense resentment and anger in his heart. Several more seconds passed, and Lü Ang's side had almost retreated.

Finally, Nanbowan made a move. He blinked slightly and stared at the names in the elimination information below.

Mouse Attack Team, Cucumber!

cucumber!!!

Lü Ang!

You beast!

Nanbowan's hands began to tremble, as if he had been dragged out of bed by his mother early in the twelfth lunar month in Northeast China, wearing only a thin nightgown that wasn't even buttoned up, when suddenly a gust of cold wind swept in.

The wind rushed through my trouser legs and my collar!

His body temperature was being attacked from two directions.

I was so cold I started shivering!

The teeth made a "crackling" sound as they collided!

It felt like falling into an ice cave!

True heartbreak isn't about making a scene, and true disappointment isn't about shedding tears.

Nanbowan was just standing there blankly, blankly... He looked so lonely at that moment, as if he had been photoshopped in, his eyes only focused on the message of defeat.

His figure seemed almost unreal...

I don't know how much time has passed.

Nanbowan raised his trembling hand slightly, covering his mouth, his eyes wide like copper bells, and his voice let out the hoarseest growl.

"Ah...ah...ah...I'm dead? I'm just dead like this?"

"What just happened?"

"Shouldn't I have evacuated?"

"How did I die?"

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