None of them spoke, and all nine pairs of eyes were staring at her. She thought that she wasn't clear enough, so she explained, "Here are my thoughts. Once those people get the flags, they will definitely hand them over to Mr. Hadley. We will hide at the route which they will use to return. On one hand, we could steal their flags. On the other hand, we will be ways ahead of completing the mission compared to the next team. Nevertheless, I dare say that the other teams might have thought of this plan too. Therefore, we have to mark the advantageous positions on the map once we get it. Our strength will surely be weakened if we split our team. However, we could also preserve our strength if we choose to ambush the other teams instead. Once we start, let's not rush to steal their flags. We will lure them to use their guns, then pick up on what they have left. Not only will we be able to preserve our energy, but we could also exhaust the enemy's strength. I thought of spl
Eli looked at the map, and then at Mathew's worried face. "This is normal. They are making things more intense and interesting by providing more routes. Remember, don't bite more than you can chew. We just need to guard one intersection. This will depend on your luck. Once you clear a path, it would at least bring an advantage to the rest of our team. Don't forget, you have four members with you, and there are six more on the team. Besides, this is a game of strength. There won't be any glory if we were to win too easily, right? Also, the minefields, as well as the three routes to Mr. Hadley, are clearly marked on the map. I think that everything is by chance, which is to say that their maps must have clear indications of the minefields too. In that case, we could narrow the area to set up traps," Eli said. Her team members thought that her words were reasonable, and they were filled with confidence once again. Could she say that she was just speaking glib
Eli thought of the times when she was young. In junior high school, there was a time when it rained heavily. She did not go home for lunch, so she bought instant noodles and a piece of chicken wing from her school's cafeteria. When she returned, she realized that her umbrella was missing. She looked everywhere but she still could not find it. An hour later, she saw Sean coming over with her umbrella. She was angry at that time and she immediately questioned him, "Why did you take my umbrella?" "I figured that you weren't going home for lunch, but I needed to go home," Sean said confidently. She argued, "But you didn't ask for my permission." "You weren't there. How could I have asked for your permission?" Sean handed the umbrella to her. She took it angrily and despised Sean very much. After school, she opened her umbrella, only to realize that he had broken it. Only several threads were left on the umbrella. She was enraged and she stomped her
After getting off the truck, they all went to register themselves before collecting their hats. Eli followed the large group into the forest. The soldiers kept Sean and her in the middle, and Eli ran as fast as she could to keep up. She was already panting after half an hour of running. Even after working out consistently for the past six months, her physical strength was no match for the soldiers. Sean turned back to look at her before squatting in front of her, "Get on." Eli shook her head, "I'm too heavy." "Everyone but the Vanguard will take turns carrying the Commander. We can't afford to waste time on our way to safety," Sean said gruffly. Eli didn't dare refuse, especially after seeing how serious he was. She climbed onto Sean's back, and the group ran at the same pace as before. Sean carried her on his back and didn't fall behind in the slightest. Eli leaned against his back, warmth filling her heart. She had never thought someone
She noticed a cloud of red smoke rising from the top of a man's head. He threw his hands up and slumped to the ground. "Were we ambushed?" Eli asked. "Someone's faster than us." "Was the person who had just gotten eliminated the one who was wearing my hat?" Eli asked hurriedly. Sean looked at her and said helplessly, "It's not. Keep an eye on the tree at your 9 o'clock. No. 3 has identified the locations of the three men and he is ready to order the snipers to open fire." Eli gave an OK gesture to No. 3, who was perched on the tree. No. 3 then signaled the same to the sniper. Eli only heard seven thumps coming from afar. She didn't know what was going on. All she saw was red and yellow smoke coming from all around her. "What's the deal? Am I dead yet?" Eli asked in disbelief. Sean looked at Eli helplessly and stifled a sigh, "You won't get a reward if you die. Not even one." Eli thought for a moment and said, "Why don't you na
Eli was moved. There was a strange rippling feeling in her heart. She lay her head on Sean's lap. Heat radiated from his thighs and onto her face, thanks to the intense workout earlier. It felt very comfortable. She seemed to recall a situation that was similar to this. She participated in the school's summer camp when she was in the seventh grade. Sean was there too. They had set up a tent in the jungle, but it was actually a spot in which the teacher was certain was safe. However, they were young, curious, and impulsive at that time. They loved to explore and search for adventures. The few of them took the opportunity to look for wild vegetables and left the protected zone. It got darker as they ventured further, and they soon already lost their way. At that time, Eli had accidentally fallen into a trap set up by a hunter and she could not climb out of the hole no matter how hard she tried. The students were scared and they immediately ran aw
"That's normal. A lot of people like to hang photos on the wall. It's a type of decoration. But the technology that was used for those photos could only be found 100 years ago, so, that indirectly explains just how wealthy the village is. There must've been some treasures hidden there, right?" Eli guessed. "Yeah, they are probably very rich, because those photos were really, really old. But there were too many photos of different people there. It seemed as though they were portraits of all of the villagers there," Sean continued. "I'm guessing that the old lady is the Chief of the village, right?" "Nope, the young lady is the Chief of the village. The old lady is the servant of their family. She prepared dinner for my friends according to the Chief's orders." "People in that old village are so considerate and kind," Eli smiled lightly. Sean smiled, then continued, "My friend needed to use the toilet, so he went out, but he didn't know where the door was. W
Eli felt a chill run down her spine, "Sean, that's enough. Your classmate escaped in the end, right?" "Do you not want to listen to the rest of the story?" Sean asked as he looked at her. Eli shook her head. After all, she was still a young girl at that time, "I don't want to hear it. Stop trying to scare me." "That village isn't that far from here," Sean said. "Ah!" Eli screamed. She held Sean's arm and said pitifully, "Stop scaring me." Sean was very satisfied with Eli's reaction. He didn't expect her to throw herself into his arms. He put his arm around her shoulder and said, "I'm not scaring you. It's true. My classmate and I are still in touch. When we go back, I'll ask him to tell you more about it. However, his other classmates were not so lucky." "Did they all die?" Eli held him tighter, her body shivering. "Not only did they all die, but if you remember what I said about the photos on the wall, then you should know by now that those pe