The picture on the computer screen shook violently, and in my ears I could hear the hoarse shouts of my teammates and the sound of intensive gunfire. Chen Fan's right hand holding the mouse tightly was covered in cold sweat, and his knuckles turned white from the exertion. The number of survivors in the upper left corner of the screen continued to decrease, jumping from 100 to 32, and then to 17 in just ten seconds.
"Brother Fan! There are two people behind the tree on the left! I'm holding them! You go back!" Teammate Xiao Li's roar came from the headphones, and there was also the crackle of keyboard tapping in the background. Chen Fan licked his dry lips and fixed his eyes on the safe zone on the map - the next poisonous circle would be refreshed in forty seconds, and they were currently in the room on the edge of the poisonous circle.
