At this moment, Adams, like Mo Qiong, was nothing more than an ordinary assault team member.
After showing off his marksmanship and killing twenty enemy soldiers in succession during an encounter, he had clearly become the backbone of this small squad.
He led the team to capture two small wilderness bunkers in succession, pushing deep into Red Team territory.
However, this was ultimately a game, and the members' abilities were severely restricted here.
For one thing, a bullet that was guaranteed to hit left no room for evasion. No matter how skilled their controls were, they couldn't dodge bullets.
They could only make tactical evasive maneuvers or rely on cover to avoid being hit as much as possible.
For another, they lacked the danger-sense alerts they had developed through long-term training.
This was a game. If someone shot them from behind, there was simply no way they could know.
Otherwise, Master Gou wouldn't have been instantly killed from behind. All the skills he had honed in reality had been useless in the game, and he had died before he could use them.
Thus, Adams was extremely cautious. He knew very well that although they had an overwhelming advantage in this game, they still couldn't activate an invincibility mode.
Besides, players with an especially high level of game understanding couldn't be underestimated.
Adams had nearly been tricked by someone feigning death earlier. The man had directly crippled his leg with a grenade, to the point that afterward, whenever Adams encountered a corpse, he had to fire several extra shots into it first.
Their small squad had numbered dozens, but only a dozen or so remained.
If not for this Marksmanship Master, the squad leader would never have dared to continue deep into Red Team's territory.
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