Help, I've become a paper man

Manyu raised his eyebrows, obviously not expecting Song Yi to answer like this, but it did not affect his satisfaction. He immediately smiled brightly, like the owner of a snack bar who finally opened his business. His overflowing emotions spread out, and his hands did not stop moving for a second. He assisted skillfully, and during Song Yi's counterattack, he shot at the approaching enemies, no longer saving bullets.

Song Yi heaved a sigh of relief. With his help, he was able to get out of the 1v4 situation. Even when he was the target of concentrated fire, he could barely achieve a 1v2 effect. In layman's terms, after he was able to avoid two attacks, he would have a few seconds of free time and a chance to counterattack.

The opponents were not sitting ducks either. Under concentrated attacks, Song Yi could always find opportunities to counterattack, and the enemies could also defend themselves. The original melee of four teams was deadlocked here for a while, with the fight going back and forth. Even if any damage was caused, it was only minor scratches.

However, in an instant, the situation changed again. Song Yi had just adapted to it and just a few seconds had passed, but the countdown to "15" had already begun. The enemy's offensive became more rapid and even a bit chaotic, which gave Song Yi more opportunities.

He was not panicked at all. His only worries were almost gone after he briefly guarded against many fish turning against him. Only a simple fighting mindset remained, and he was still working hard. As a result, Song Yi's hands moved quickly and his attack speed did not decrease at all. In addition, he had plenty of ammunition and had no intention of saving bullets. Every time he counterattacked, the opponent had to avoid it.

If there is a shortcoming, it is that he did not take the opportunity to counterattack. Instead, he just wanted to increase the distance and slowly retreat while the opponent was dodging.

Amid the noise of cheers, the horn counted slowly, and the time came to the last "12" seconds.

Song Yi paused and watched the two people in front of him. The two men, who were chasing him just a second ago, suddenly turned sideways, quietly changed their steps while swinging their weapons, and pointed their weapons at each other. For a moment, they were able to check and balance each other. There was only a moment of stalemate, and then the two men fought again.

Yun Su, who was watching the show, also came over. Song Yi caught a glimpse of this man's actions and couldn't help but sigh. He came over here when there was no need for help. It was obvious that he had no intention of helping, which made Song Yi feel helpless.

I thought that we could at least pretend to be teammates, but this brother didn't even try to act.

Thinking of this, Song Yi reacted, and the continuous gunfire stopped. He raised his head and looked at the location of the many fish. He raised his hand and waved it, saying loudly: "I'll get you reimbursed when I get out!"

It had been discovered before that many fish did not have much bullets in stock, so helping him now would consume quite a lot of them. Ammunition was the thing he had the most. When he first started learning about firearms, his skill space was filled up. At that time, he even had a frugal mindset and was briefly worried that he might not be able to use up all the bullets before the expiration of the shelf life.

The butler responded with a sneer. Song Yi didn't understand it at that time, but now he completely understood it.

"careful!"

Many fish shouted loudly, and Song Yi came back to his senses from his wild thoughts. His sense of crisis issued a warning, and his body had already reacted. He turned sideways and jumped to the right. He saw the enemy's face clearly. It was the guy who went to support just now. The two people who originally rushed into the battle were the guys who went to support their teammates. They made similar operations to their teammates, changed direction halfway, and this time turned into a knife that swung at him.

Song Yi twisted his body in the air and kicked the man's wrist with the instep of his foot. When he landed, he lowered his center of gravity and stepped on the ground with his left foot. When he half-crouched on the ground, he swept out with his right leg, brushing the ground and attacking the opponent. Under everyone's watch, he was about to kick the opponent's ankle. The man had just been kicked and was about to retreat. Faced with this situation, he stopped in place for a while, and was caught in a dilemma of having to retreat again to avoid the attack, but being attacked again on the spot.

Although this should be a big advantage, Song Yi still felt uneasy. The countdown on the horn became louder, but it still couldn't overcome the noisy crowd.

"seven!"

Song Yi exhaled, and a chill ran through his back. His right leg was close to the enemy's ankle, only a circle away. At the last moment, he suddenly changed direction, and his toes rubbed against the opponent's body. With his hands pressed on the ground, he followed the force and rolled over on the ground.

There was a sound of metal sinking into the ground, followed by gunshots again.

He remembered that everyone in the two cars was still alive. He had four enemies. Two of them attacked each other, one attacked him, and the remaining one also attacked him at this time. On the ground where he was originally standing was a spear, and bullets hit the ground next to the spear tip. It was an attack from many fish.

It only slowed the person who drew his gun down by two seconds.

"Four!"

The spear attacked again, and Song Yi was in no hurry to jump up from the ground. He could only continue the previous action and rolled again in a rather embarrassing manner. He then used the force of the rolling to support himself with his hands on the ground. Just as he jumped up, the spear attacked again.

He immediately stepped back, and when he raised his gun he pulled the trigger without having time to aim.

"three!"

The sense of crisis became even stronger. The two people who were fighting at the beginning stopped fighting and gathered here. There were people among them who had not been killed, and now they urgently needed Song Yi's head to give themselves extra points in the last time.

Song Yi knew this, but still did not feel panicked. Or rather, he could not feel any emotions. His brain gradually went blank. He heard his own heartbeat again, like the sound of a drum, ringing in his ears. Everything around him and in his eyes slowed down, and he could feel the blood flowing clearly.

The spear stabbed again, and Song Yi arched his back. This time he did not retreat, but took a step forward to close the distance between the two. While the other party was turning the spear, he moved forward even more, put his hands directly on the enemy's waist, and pushed the man forward in turn.

"two!"

It is not practical to use living people as shields. The enemy's attacks come from all around, not limited to one direction. There is constant gunfire, and the firepower is insufficient. Even if many fish try their best, they cannot stop the three people from approaching at the same time.

Song Yi once again felt like he was fighting alone in the crowd. When he released his hand, he pulled the trigger and the bullet flew towards the person on his right, trying to stop the opponent's steps. At the same time, his right leg also moved forward and took a step to the right, trying to use the spear brother's body to block the knife again.

At the last second, the spearman's spear turned around, and Song Yi let go in time. He retreated quickly, but his body was exposed and a tingling sensation came from his forearm.

A sharp prompt sounded, followed by cheerful music. The world seemed to stop for a second, and then woke up again with the horn sounding, "Game over! Congratulations to the kids for passing the game!" The sounds of cheers and curses merged into one, almost the same as what they heard when they were queuing.

Amidst the bustle, Song Yi looked down at his arm. A dagger had passed through it, and blood had soaked the fabric of his cuffs.