"Put your 98K away, we will only use M762 this time."
Chi Li sneered in the earphones. The red dots marked on the tactical board were spreading along the ventilation ducts of the abandoned factory.
Tang Jingxi's knuckles turned white as she gripped the mouse. She could hear the old captain on the other side saying angrily on the tactics channel: "Two women, one of whom is a new recruit, also want to compete in the global competition? I suggest you bring two more medics."
The three-shot rhythm of M416 corresponds to 120BPM of your heartbeat.
Intention: I just happen to fall in love with you.