<h4>Chapter 580: Four Monkeys on the Bridge! (Part 3)</h4>


    <strong>Trantor: </strong>EndlessFantasy Trantion <strong>Editor: </strong>EndlessFantasy Trantion


    Whoosh~!


    A speedboat skidded ashore. A stream of red smoke permeated its bow.


    On the west bridge, the 4AM yers who were holding their positions on the bridge were staring wide-eyed and mouths wide open at Liu Zng, who had hijacked the airdrop crate.


    For a while, they felt somewhat uneasy.


    “I didn’t know the boat can be used this way.”


    “I... guess so?”


    “Well, it was a good decision letting Vic handle the job.”


    “Let’s have him do it again next time.”


    Meanwhile, the six yers from HQ and Gold were swimming back with all their might, turning to look at the departing speedboat from time to time.


    While still confused, a feeling of mutual sympathy arose between them, even though they were mortal enemies not too long ago.


    After they had gotten safely back onto the shore, the two teams no longer had the heart to continue their fight.


    There was nothing else to be done.


    No casualties during their gunfight and their attempt to loot was waid.


    All that was left to do was to outrun the blue circle and hope to score some cement points to maintain their ranking.


    Unbeknownst to Liu Zng, who had picked up an AWM and a ghillie suit from the loot crate he snatched from the two teams, he had defused a fight between two teams from the same region, and thus nted a seed of hope for the Asian region to perform in this tournament...


    That was good karma.


    ...


    While Liu Zng was delivering the expedited cargo earlier, the radioactive blue circle that was closing in from the north had reached Pochinki.


    Most of the teams from the northern continent had converged on the northern end of the two bridges and the surrounding fishing vige.


    There were a total of 20 teams left in the match, totaling 77 yers.


    There was no one on the enormous southern Sosnovka Ind, save for Vega and 4AM at the southern ends of the two bridges.


    It was not hard to imagine how crowded the bridges were on the northern end.


    4AM was not the only one upying the bridge.


    In the first circle, the northern ends of the bridges were within the y area. The teams that arrived first had formed a “first line of defense” for 4AM.


    Liu Zng and the others had not seen anyone else approach their way, though they had heard gunfire on the other end of the bridge.


    It turned out to be a preview of the iing storm.


    As the saying goes, “All roads lead to Rome.” Not every team had elected to proceed to the safe area onnd.


    For example, the teams that jumped at Georgopol, and Lipovka at the right edge of the map, had departed on boats after looting their respective towns.


    On the Hua Xiamentary tform, Su Changming took a deep breath and spoke as he observed the match. “There are more and more people on the bridge. Looks like there will be a sharp decrease in yer count between the first and second circles!”


    “In any case, I think there’s a problem with this circle.”


    Lord Rong smacked his lips and smiled. “If the y area had been simply isted on Sosnovka Ind, there would have been not much to discuss. However, not only is this circle god-forsaken, but it had also left a buffer zone at the northern side of the bridge. Now that’s where the problem lies.”


    “Lord Rong is right,” Ruo Feng agreed. “This buffer zone can be fatal to many. Many teams would subconsciously stop moving at this narrow strip ofnd, and then there will be more and more people...”


    “In the end, boom! Instant explosion!”


    “Instant explosion” was one of Ruo Feng’s ssic catchphrases in his bombasticmentary.


    However, the reality was exactly as he said.


    With God’s perspective from the caster’s camera, it was shown that the northern ends of the two bridges were packed with different teams. The yer icons were stacked on top of each other.


    Most of the teams arrived at the bridge by car.


    Upon nearing the bridge, they realized that they would have to blow up their cars to provide cover for themselves.


    There was no way for them to outrun the other teams and cross the bridge.


    As such, 4AM and Vega were nearly dozing off and still had not seen a single yer reach their end of the bridge.


    “The yers on the other side of the bridge are too strict; they could at least let a couple of teams off the hook,” Aluka said gloomily.


    “No worries. When the y area shrinks next round, I doubt they’ll stay there,” GodV replied.


    Suddenly, the two yers noticed that Liu Zng was climbing up the railing. Soon, he had climbed up the cross beam at the top of the west bridge.


    “What’re you climbing up there for? It’s not like you can hit anyone from this distance,” Cpt asked quizzically.


    “Worth a shot,” Liu Zng replied shortly.


    Bncing on the crossbeam, his techniques were anything but conservative.


    In his 8x scope, he could see the moving silhouettes of the “defense force” on the other side of the bridge.


    There was still a problem: Even if he managed to knock out an opponent with a headshot at this distance, he could not follow up with a kill.


    The teams on the other end of the bridge were mostly full squads, with plenty of environmental cover.


    He might be able to destroy a few helmets this way, but at the cost of his precious bullets. AWM bullets were very limited, and he needed to make every shot count.


    Liu Zng narrowed his eyes. He surveyed the bridge and the surrounding beach with his 8x scope, searching for a target.


    In a short while, gunfire started once again near the opposite end of the bridge.


    Aim, fire!


    BANG!


    A single sniper bullet flew along the bridge, arcing across the sky like the sun, and in an instant reached the other end.


    Ssh!


    An explosion of crimson blood!


    A yer who was knocked down was desperately trying to crawl into cover when the AWM shot killed him.


    “He managed to kill someone?” Aluka was dumbfounded as he stared at Liu Zng from below.


    “It was a follow-up shot,” GodV grinned mischievously. “That’s right! If they don’te to us, we can still provide long-range cover fire!”


    Shortly after, the four yers of 4AM were like four monkeys squatting on top of the cross beam of the bridge. Whenever they heard gunfire, they raised their guns.


    Most of the time, they stole someone else’s kill.


    There were also times when Liu Zng knocked out an opponent with a headshot, and the other three went for the kill with a haphazard stream of bullets.


    Their little scheme was soon discovered by the other yers when they saw the sudden influx of kill notifications.


    The gunfire on the opposite end of the bridge abruptly ceased.


    “What’s going on? Why aren’t they fighting?” The yers, thoroughly engrossed in their ploy, were disappointed with this new development.


    A speedboat suddenly appeared from the fishing vige pier and sailed eastward toward their direction.


    It looked like they were attempting to sneak past from under the bridge.


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