The communications channel fell deathly silent.
Despair hung heavy in the air.
The next second, Huang Liang said nothing. Like a soldier who knew only how to carry out his mission, he hoisted the antiaircraft missile onto his shoulder and charged out of the storeroom.
He Zheng shuddered. He whipped his head around, grabbed Lin Yu by the collar, and stared at him with bloodshot eyes.
"Kid, you heard her too. We're out of time. We might all die!"
"You decide what you're going to do!"
With that, He Zheng wasted no more time. He picked up the electromagnetic cannon and followed Huang Liang with his head down, his footsteps heavy as he hurried toward Area C, where Ye Lin had told them to go.
There was nothing more to say. They would simply put their lives on the line once again.
Unlike Lin Yu, who might not have understood what An Ke's words really meant, they did.
Both men knew that when Ye Lin spoke of activating Deathmatch-no, when he told them that-they had already been driven into a dead end.
Before this, no matter how desperate the situation, Ye Lin had never said they would definitely die.
So when Ye Lin gave them a deadline for their deaths, it meant the gap in strength between the two sides had grown too great for any strategy or scheming to bridge.
All they could do was give everything they had and fight for that last sliver of hope amid despair.
At the other end of the channel, Ye Lin remained silent. He said nothing more.
Just as He Zheng and the others suspected, he knew how devastating those words would be to morale.
But there was no other choice. No matter how he ran the simulations, he could find no