Fatty's figure tailed the Freedom Fighters disappearing into the buildings, room, hallway, window, staircase. The prey became the hunter, one by one the Freedom Fighters quietly withdrew from this cat-and-mouse game with marks on their vital parts.
Ten minutes later, when Fatty walked out smilingly, all thirty-three Freedom Fighters he competed with were already standing in the middle of the field, one less. This time, they had lined up in order, neatly, solemnly, but with some signs of unwillingness.
Fatty smiled and said, "I know you're still somewhat unconvinced. How about this, bring out the simulated sniper rifles, let's play sniping."
The spectators and warriors were silent. From the alley fight just now, it was evident that this Fatty was an expert in disappearing stealth, a top warrior among snipers. Although he hadn't yet demonstrated his sniping skills, as soon as this competition mode was mentioned, everyone felt very pessimistic.
