I'm a Mouse in the Delta

(You can read Chapter 7 first, there will be a twist) My name is Mai Xiaowen, codenamed Horrible Claw. In the beacon zone of Operation Delta, my teammates prefer to call me Mai Mouse. It's not because I'm timid, it's because I've made knife running my specialty—I started with a basic suit of armor, a tactical dagger, and two first-aid kits, with the combat readiness at the lowest level. With only a signal decipherer, a flash cruiser, and a data flying knife, I plunged into a secret map to be a "battlefield scavenger." Others enter the map to destroy the team with guns, but I enter the map to bypass the guns, search for high-value materials, and earn the most Huff coins at the lowest cost. When I have accumulated enough assets, I can put on full equipment and attack my teammates fiercely, and take away all the anger I suffered from running away. At this moment, I am squatting in the gap between the containers of No. 0 Dam, my heart is beating wildly, the sound of my own breathing is all in the earphones, and there is the muffled explosion of the Red Wolf player's triple hand cannon in the distance. People who have never been a rat can never understand the sadness of running away from a knife. Before entering the map, I calculated my combat preparations three times, including second-level armor, first-level armor, and a basic backpack. I didn't even bring a decent pistol, for fear that the cost would exceed the cost, and if it went in vain, I would lose all my money. I was born in a remote corner of the camp. While others rushed to the administrative building and safes, I could only sneak against the wall and step quietly on the concrete floor. I relied on the silenced passiveness of the claws to suppress the sound of my footsteps to the minimum. I didn't even dare to use the slide shovel casually - the physical strength of the running knife is precious, and every drop must be saved to escape.