Changhe Survivor Camp's New King!

Zhang Guangmu's gaze sharpened, and he made his decision at once.

If he died, he died!

At worst, after receiving Bento, he would be kicked out of the "Infiltration Pod," disconnected directly, and returned to the Real World. He would still be a fine man!

The path left to Zhang Guangmu had always been one of two choices.

Either he acted decisively and fought his way through in blood, or he cowered in the room, ignored everything outside, and waited as an outsider for the dust to settle.

In truth, the "cower" option had been a trap from the very beginning.

In this film, "Endless Food Bag," Chu Fan had Protagonist Identity backing him up!

And Director Qian's last three films had all ended because the Protagonist died suddenly...

Though Imperial Iron Law prevented Director Qian from giving Chu Fan any absurd superpowers in the film, he would surely put more effort into the combat power setup of the Protagonist's Personal Subordinate Group.

If Zhang Guangmu did nothing, Boss Zhao's side was guaranteed to lose!

And judging by Chu Fan's demeanor, he was hardly the patient type who would listen to Zhang Guangmu explain himself.

If he cowered to the end, Zhang Guangmu would most likely be shot dead and receive Bento in the most humiliating fashion.

If that happened, the impression points he had worked so hard to earn from the viewers would not merely reverse into the negatives—they would probably be almost completely wiped out!

So he charged into the battlefield without hesitation.

He grabbed a gun from a mutilated corpse, stiffly searched for cover, and fired with awkward inexperience.

No one was an Idiot. From the moment Zhang Guangmu fired his first shot, both sides knew exactly where he stood.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Gunfire erupted, and bullets flew everywhere!

The courtyard was thick with the stench of blood and gunpowder.

Zhang Guangmu had never handled a real gun before or after his transmigration. He did not instantly turn into a Sharpshooter the moment he touched a firearm and begin slaughtering everyone around him.

Holding an unknown-model pistol, he felt as if he were gripping a cold lump of iron. He had no idea how to change magazines and could only secretly watch how the people on his side did it, learning on the spot and copying them.

This stiff, green performance had the unscrupulous White Balls laughing their heads off.

After emptying a magazine, Zhang Guangmu clumsily changed it, sighing inwardly.

"Guns are this hard to use?"

Back when he watched Subconscious Films as a viewer before turning sixteen, Zhang Guangmu had gone through a phase where he especially loved Military Theme films. Ranged Weapon firefights had seemed so romantic. Those professional Sharpshooters looked insanely accurate, casually taking down enemies with a hint of that feeling of "taking an enemy general's head from amid ten thousand troops."

Zhang Guangmu had once imagined that after getting a gun, he would turn into War Wolf, become one with his weapon, and slaughter enemies in every direction.

But in actual combat, he quickly realized...

He had just been mocking Chu Fan for having atrocious aim, yet his own shooting was pretty ridiculous too.

At ranges between ten and fifty meters, after emptying an entire magazine, he had actually only killed one enemy through sheer luck...

If he had not experienced it himself, Zhang Guangmu would never have believed it.

Fortunately, he had not copied Chu Fan's flashy Dual Wielding stunt.

Otherwise, this would not have been Rookie vs Rookie. It would have been pure Bring Humiliation Upon Oneself.

Bang!

His second magazine was only half empty when Zhang Guangmu took a bullet in the stomach.

He immediately ducked behind a corridor pillar and lowered his head to look at the wound steadily seeping blood.

Only after instinctively completing a Tactical Evasion did Zhang Guangmu come back to his senses.

"I got shot!"

He reached out and touched the wound, immediately baring his teeth in pain. "Hiss..."

"So this is what getting shot feels like?"

The wound first felt cool, then a burning wave of pain surged through it.

"It's... still bearable, I guess!"

It did not feel as unbearable as the Severe Torture he had endured before. It even gave Zhang Guangmu the vague feeling of that's it?

"Maybe it was a small-caliber bullet? Maybe the damage from gunpowder was reduced when this world was constructed?"

As his mind wandered wildly, Zhang Guangmu confirmed where he had been hit.

"The appendix..."

"Then it's fine."

Zhang Guangmu felt that his health bar was sufficient. He could still take several more shots.

Though his body in "Endless Food Bag" was frail compared to an ordinary person's, it was still a notch stronger than his body in the Real World. At least he did not have a torturous negative condition like Radiation Sickness.

The gunners on both sides were actually just like Zhang Guangmu, if not in even better condition. Those with stronger bodies might not die even after taking seven or eight shots.

But...

Forget taking a shot in the stomach—even if a bullet merely grazed their little finger, most of them would immediately drop to the ground without hesitation, close their eyes, and pretend to be dead.

The White Ball viewers floating in the air could not help commenting.

"Director Qian's film actually has some potential. Whether it's the scene rehearsal between Zhao Zhengrong and Zhang Guangmu or the Protagonist Group's internal conflict, it's all pretty satisfying. It's just that, when it comes to casting... aside from Zhang Guangmu, only Li Xiaoxiao from the Protagonist Group is any good. The rest are truly hard to describe."

"Li Xiaoxiao really is good. With his fighting skills and precise marksmanship, he rose from Supporting Character to prominence!"

"The conflict between him and Chu Fan really is exciting, but she's a sixteen-year-old girl... okay, a Youth. Starting out as an important Supporting Character... industry favoritism?"

"This is only his fifth film, right? His starting point is just a tiny bit too high..."

"Li Xiaoxiao is Princess of Allusions' younger brother. Think about it. Think carefully!"

"The other Actors did not make any fundamental mistakes, did they? Survival is a human instinct!"

"That's true. If they could stay alive, who would want to die?"

"If that wasn't a rhetorical question but an actual one, then the answer would be 'Zhang Guangmu.'"

"This year's Newcomers really are impressive!"

Hiding behind cover, Zhang Guangmu had no spare energy at all to eavesdrop on the viewers' remarks.

A green gleam flickered in his eyes. Like a starving wolf, he radiated a fierce and savage aura.

Baring his white teeth, Zhang Guangmu bit down hard on his sleeve, tore off a strip of cloth with a violent tug, and stuffed it haphazardly into the wound without caring whether it was clean.

As long as it stopped the bleeding!

Problems like infection were not worth considering right now!

After waiting behind cover for a moment, Zhang Guangmu found that although the wound had not completely stopped bleeding, it was no longer as frightening as before.

"Keep fighting!"

Braving the Gunfire and Rain, Zhang Guangmu began Pull the Trigger like mad again, exchanging fire with the Protagonist Group.

He unleashed a barrage of bullets!

What precision shooting? That was all crooked nonsense!

Didn't they say that one grew wiser after suffering a setback?

Having taken a bullet, Zhang Guangmu had learned his lesson.

Knowing his marksmanship was painfully bad and that he had no accuracy whatsoever, he simply stopped aiming. He roughly pointed the muzzle toward where the enemies were and emptied the magazine.

Bang! Bang!... Click, click, click!

Then he reloaded and continued repeating his fire suppression.

Yes, Zhang Guangmu called his blind, wasteful spraying of bullets "fire suppression."

No matter how the viewers who had been following the story mocked him, at the very least, his actions earned unanimous approval from Boss Zhao's remaining survivors.

Not everyone dared to return fire while facing a rain of bullets!

Especially since...

In just a few minutes, Zhang Guangmu had gained several more hideous, bloody holes across his body while scavenging magazines to maintain fire suppression. He was drenched in blood from head to toe.

At this moment, Zhang Guangmu had practically become a bloody man. The sleeve on his Left arm had been torn down to nothing, making him look tragic and heroic, yet his eyes remained resolute. He had not given up returning fire.

At first, he had not thought much of it, but after fighting for a while, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have built up a little reputation on this small battlefield.

His Thoughts raced, and Zhang Guangmu decisively made up his mind—strike while the iron was hot, take over Old Zhao's operation, and become the new king of Changhe Survivor Camp on this battlefield!

Thus, Zhang Guangmu, who looked as though he could drop dead at any moment, panted heavily as he tried to stem the bleeding and roared at the top of his lungs.