Wu Jin's situation at this time is similar to a stray cat dragging a plastic bag.

In the hills with mixed branches and leaves, he was walking hard with the parachute canvas.

The sky light gradually dimmed. The distant landform condensed into a silent black shadow, and the smell of the soil was stronger than before.

In the past half an hour, Wu Jin took all the methods he could think of to save himself.

First, I fell down and tried to hit the emergency rescue mechanism.

Then he worked hard to dig the soil in an open area and tried to write out SOS asking for help from the outside world.

However, half an hour later, he not only completely lost the trust from the law enforcement machine, but also lost a precious engineer shovel in the excavation project.

From a vibrant main dance to an exhausted groundhog.

"Last warning, please let the contestant No. 300012 enter the battle within five minutes."

Wu Jin put down the waterproof canvas and turned around and retorted tragically: "Player No. 300012 has obviously worked very hard!"

Then the next second, he widened his eyes in shock.

At the end of the direction of travel, you can hear the flow of water in the riverbed - and the sound of fire from bullets.

"!!!" Wu Jin threw the parachute without hesitation, turned around and ran away in silence.

There was a fire fighting in the distance, and there were three or two footsteps quickly approaching Wu Jin.

Wu Jin's heartbeat was almost at its limit.

According to the prompts of the right arm watch, the audition mechanism of Closson's reality show is quite simple and straightforward.

The contestants are only equipped with basic survival tools at the beginning, and all survival and combat resources are scattered throughout the map.

The last 10 players survived to advance.

This reminded Wu Jin of the 80 yuan/hour real-person CS that he once bought in a group.

The difference is that this audition map is far beyond his cognition.

Judging from the gunfire behind him, the firefighting on the river bank was extremely fierce.

This is completely contrary to what Wu Jin predicted half an hour ago.

The whole map is very large. Under the competition mechanism where the remaining people survive and kill without rewards, the strategy of being in the jungle is far better than head-on conflict, and large-scale firefighting will never occur.

Unless—the resources are profitable enough to make all players risk their lives.

How is this possible?!

While thinking, a bullet suddenly shot out from behind and hit the pile of fallen leaves two meters away from Wu Jin.

Wu Jin's brain instantly went blank. In his mind, who was still thinking about the game rules model, there were only bloody scenes left.

A small piece of Wu Jin.

Soft, lying on the ground.

A hole was opened in his forehead, and blood was blew outwards, like a little blue whale squirting water.

Wu Jin: "Ahhhhhhhhhh--"

The light in the jungle was dim, and the lush trees were vaguely difficult to distinguish in the near-night sky. All the scenery turned into a phantom during the rapid escape.

On the river bank, someone whispered: "South 4, encircle."

The barrel turned around, and two black shadows quickly swept to the left. The hard-soled hiking shoes fell to the ground quietly. Only when the bolt was pulled, the bullet was pushed into the cavity and made a slight sound.

Wu Jin's ear bones shook slightly, and subconsciously changed direction suddenly. He rolled sideways and hid behind the tree, showing his excellent men's team's breaking dance skills.

At the same time, the trigger on the left rear side was pulled and the bullet hit the place where he was just now.

In the temporary hunting team, the commander paused: "What was that action just now?"

The sniper was confused for a moment: "I have never seen this tactical avoidance before."

In a daze, Wu Jin disappeared in panic.

A quarter of an hour later, Wu Jin, who had finally confirmed his safety, pounced on the ground, his eyes fluttering red, angry and aggrieved.

He wants to go home! He wants to call the police!

When he goes out, tomorrow's newspaper headline will be "The heroic trainee destroys illegal gun dens, and the illegal program team will be severely punished by law"!

However, before Wu Jin walked out of the jungle, hunger, coldness and lack of water followed.

The parachute canvas has been discarded during the unilateral fire exchange just now, and only a compressed biscuit, a packaging plastic bag, a rope and a metal block that is unknown.

There are always people guarding the water source near the river bank. Looking down from the mountain, there is a bonfire reflected in the river in the distance, and there is a broken moon in the rippling waves.

If it were a week ago, when Wu Jin saw this scene, he would definitely move a small stool and take out his guitar to write songs for the beautiful nature.

Now there is only hunger and cold.

Wu Jin sat on the stump and looked at the bonfire in the distance again, his envious stomach roaring.

Who knew that the next second, gunfire suddenly sounded.

At the foot of the mountain, the two men guarding the riverside quickly entered the forest to check, and suddenly screamed.

Immediately afterwards, two silver-white spheres rolled out from the jungle and fell into the river.

Wu Jin was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but eat the only compressed biscuit to shock her.

However, it did not relieve his hunger at all.

Maybe I was so hungry that the cookies seemed very delicious. The dim forest was the sound of plastic paper slightly swelling, and the strange footsteps of hiking boots stepping on the broken leaves.

Wu Jin's back suddenly stiffened.

The footsteps are very light, and each step has exactly the same interval.

The visitor went up the mountain from the river bank entrance.

The coniferous forest was covered with sand and broken leaves. Wu Jin even wondered why there were such light footsteps, almost like a water ghost climbing out of the river. He remembered the gunshots at the foot of the mountain just now - he never saw a third person beside the bonfire from beginning to end.

Wu Jin was almost connected with the tree stump, shivering pitifully among the mountain peaks, staring at the front.

Even so, he could only hear the other person's steps and could not hear the other person's breathing.

He only knows that he is facing his own direction.

With a click, it seemed like the gun security was opened.

Wu Jin's pupils shrank suddenly.

The sound came from behind, and the metal mechanical element touched slightly, as if it was less than ten centimeters from the side of his ear—

The trigger is about to be pulled in the next moment.

Wu Jin's face was pale: "Help, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The scorching gun chamber rubbed over the boy's little curly hair.

The muzzle was still pressing against it, and Wu Jin showed half a white side face under the moonlight, his eyes closed, and he was soft like a rabbit sperm growing on a tree stump.

Half of his hand was holding the compressed biscuits tightly, and the supplies under his feet were the most barren in the whole venue.

The man tweeted: "Where did the rabbit spirit come from?"

His voice was very low, his tone was cold and a little hoarse.

Wu Jin shook his head desperately.

Then he turned around tremblingly.

He was a tall man, about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old. He had a deep and handsome face and was very attractive. When he lowered his head, the sharp color in his eyebrows and eyes looked like an eagle in the mountains.

Unlike the contestants seen in the cabin, he does not have the exaggerated muscles that are protruding. However, once he approaches, it is like being faced by a sharp bayonet.

There is no warm light in men's eyes.

Wu Jin only glanced at it and quickly lowered his head. At this moment, he thought of the water ghost again. Water ghosts would not look like this, but - this is not what normal people see.

The man held the gun with his left hand, and the arms exposed in the rolled cuffs were firm. He held it so empty and pressed it against Wu Jin's head, as if he was pinching the rabbit's ear: "So weak, what are you doing?"

Wu Jin sincerely said: "I went wrong."

"Wrong?"

"I was going to participate in the XX Idol Draft..."

The man showed a smile.

It was not until this moment that he had a normal aura.

Wu Jin always felt that he seemed to have seen this face somewhere. His memory has always been very good. Whether it is a screen or a poster, he can always match the number once he writes it down. But this time he can't find it.

The man asked: "Will you cook?"

Wu Jin: "Ah?"

The next second, Wu Jin reacted and nodded quickly.

The slightly hot barrel then removed from the small soft hair.
To be continued...