Destiny Mission of game 'Star Ring'

At various locations around the gymnasium, specific snipers and machine gunners were on high alert. If anyone in the crowd of captives made the slightest movement, they would be shot dead immediately.

Su Mo could tell these people were elite. And they weren't just ordinary elite; they were professionals.

Normally, it wouldn't have been so easy to capture so many people, but the problem was that the players basically had no weapons; they mostly had knives and clubs. Additionally, not long ago, the main combat players had left the safe area to venture out, leaving mostly non-combat players behind.

The few combat players who stayed behind must have been taken out by a surprise attack.

Otherwise, these people wouldn't dare to be so arrogant.

In the center of the gymnasium, York glanced at the time on his bracelet and said with satisfaction, "Well done, ten minutes ahead of schedule. You have ten minutes of playtime."

"Haha, fantastic."

A physically imposing teammate twisted his neck, making a crackling sound, and excitedly responded.

"Be careful, Zat. Don't mess it up."

His teammates laughed around him.

Unconcerned, Zat walked up to the many captives and arrogantly said in Z country's language, "A bunch of weaklings. Anyone want to come and try their luck? If you can beat me, you're free to go."

"Arrogant."

From the crowd, a young man with a notably muscular build stood up; he looked like he had some training.

"Not bad, got some guts. State your name," Zat said, his tone carrying a hint of excitement.

"Wang Ji."

Wang Ji stepped forward out of the crowd and responded.

"Come on."

Zat sneered and gestured with his hand.

"Humph~"

Wang Ji rushed forward and threw a fierce right hook, punching with formidable force.

Zat raised his left hand to block it, but the force was so great that he couldn't help but step back, then he laughed.

"Not bad!"

Wang Ji was stunned; his full-powered strike had been easily blocked.

"My turn."

At that moment, Zat suddenly swung his fist, smashing it toward Wang Ji.

The moment Wang Ji blocked, he felt a surge of pain and kept retreating.

However, Zat showed no sign of holding back. His punches became fiercer and faster. Wang Ji was completely dazed, unable to counter, only able to keep retreating.

Just then, Zat suddenly lifted his leg sharply and kicked Wang Ji fiercely in the chest.

Wang Ji was thrown heavily to the ground, struggling in pain.

"Who else wants some?"

Zat shouted excitedly at the crowd.

"I do! Cui Qiang, I won't accept this!"

A muscular man stood up from the crowd and walked forward.

Zat, seeming even more excited, threw a clean punch at him.

But Cui Qiang, unwilling to show weakness, punched back.

Their fists collided, and Zat felt the pain and stepped back.

After stabilizing himself, Zat frowned, then angrily took a step forward and threw another left hook.

Cui Qiang seized the moment, caught his fist, and with a body twist, performed a shoulder throw that slammed Zat onto the ground.

"Nice!"

The many captive players couldn't help but applaud and cheer.

Zat, unable to save face, endured the pain and was just about to get up to counterattack.

"That's enough, Zat."

York said sternly.

Zat, unable to accept the situation, said to Cui Qiang in front of him, "You can go."

However, at this moment, Cui Qiang pointed at York and said, "I want to challenge you."

Hearing Cui Qiang's words, Zat and his companions burst into disdainful laughter. Had this guy gone mad? To challenge their drill instructor was like a baby going up against an adult, knowing very well Zat's hand-to-hand combat wasn't bad.

"Fine, if you win, I'll release all of you."

York seemed to be intrigued as well; it had been a long time since he had had a good fight. He tossed his gun to a teammate nearby.

Cui Qiang bellowed and threw a fierce punch at York, but York did not dodge. His eyes became extremely sharp, like a fierce beast, and his gaze was chilling. He threw a punch back at Cui Qiang with an even faster and fiercer blow!

Bang~

After a muffled sound.

There was no surprise in the outcome. York took less than half a second to throw and retract his punch.

A harsh punch smashed into Cui Qiang's face, causing his teeth to bounce and his head to buzz.

Before he could recover, York delivered another punch to his stomach and then to his left cheek, effortlessly knocking him down within moments.

The many captives who were initially thrilled were all left dumbfounded.

On the third floor of the gymnasium, Su Mo, watching the fight below, suddenly turned and whispered sharply.

"Who's there?"

Lan Xi emerged stiffly from around the corner of the door, constantly winking at Su Mo.

"It's me."

Without changing his expression, Su Mo stepped forward and said lightly, "Why did you come online so late?"

As he got closer, Su Mo gestured downward with his finger, signaling her to duck.

Lan Xi gritted her teeth and immediately ducked down. Like a leopard, Su Mo exploded in action. His fierce kick flew over Lan Xi's head, knocking the gun behind her away.

The special forces member hadn't anticipated this betrayal; he drew a dagger from his thigh with his left hand and slashed towards Su Mo's neck.

Su Mo leaned his upper body back, and the dagger narrowly missed.

Immediately after, Su Mo grabbed the man's wrist, gave it a fierce twist, and disarmed the dagger from his hand.

Then he kicked the man's leg, causing him to kneel on one knee.

Stepping forward, Su Mo raised his left leg and smashed his knee into the man's chin.

Accompanied by a painful muffled sound, the special forces member fell to the ground in agony. Su Mo then lifted his foot and mercilessly stepped on the man's neck.

Crack!

As expected, he died instantly.

Lan Xi was stunned, covering her mouth in shock.

At that moment, Su Mo hastily pulled Lan Xi away and retreated!

Bang~~

Bullets swept across from a distance, and two special forces members, sensing something amiss, rushed over.

As they approached and saw their comrade's body, they were infuriated.

"Fuck! That guy actually killed Captain Jeddo."

Upon hearing their tone, Su Mo frowned, realizing that these men were foreign players.

Indeed, during this operation, their whole team had been instructed to communicate in the language of Z country, but old habits die hard, and sometimes they would still inadvertently blurt out a phrase or two in M country's language.

Su Mo quickly pulled Lan Xi behind a concrete column, then raised his QBZ-171 and gave a fierce retaliatory shot from the side.

Bang Bang!!

"Ah!"

A special forces member's calf was hit, and he couldn't help but cry out in pain.

"Hold on, Manu."

A teammate immediately dragged him to a nearby cover.

Meanwhile, two more special forces members tried to flank Su Mo with a sneak attack.

However, Su Mo seemed to have anticipated this. As they approached, he launched a preemptive strike with precise shooting.

Below in the gymnasium, York and the others, who were previously enjoying themselves, suddenly heard gunfire above, their expressions darkened immediately; it was clear something had gone wrong, and there was a player resisting.