"Bang!" A gunshot suddenly blasted in their earpieces.
They almost instinctively ducked, scanning their surroundings, thinking Team Blue was attacking.
This isn't right...
Hugh's five fingers gripping the cabin door instantly tightened, his fingernails turning white.
A mechanical count sounded in the headset: "Team Blue Assault Bama scores one, total 3 points."
Assault—not a sniper...
It's not her.
For some reason, Hugh actually let out a secret sigh of relief.
To him, most people in this world were like dust—utterly insignificant.
That woman—Hugh had run into her in the training base's forest, then turned around and promptly forgot her completely.
Her name, her face, all blurred into a vaguely faded impression.
He hadn't expected they'd meet again, here in the base's competition zone.
Narrow paths cross—and she's become his strongest rival.
—
Bama's headshot score popped up, and the Team Red commander was instantly alerted.
