"Shush——"
Ivan lifted his index finger to his lips, but instead of making a sound, he typed the word into the squad channel.
This was a lesson learned in blood and tears from picking up branches and leaves from afternoon till dawn.
He couldn't remember how many times a tiny, negligible noise had led to his whole team being wiped out.
He wasn't afraid of death, and neither were his seven teammates.
But after death, they had to approach this forest with the caution of a mine sweeper for several kilometers, which was too tormenting!
Ivan's teammates had changed too many times.
But as the host and the anchor, he couldn't afford to shuffle around and direct others to work while so many viewers were watching. Thus, he bit the bullet and kept on going.
Apart from a brief rest during the middle of the day and a spree in Battlefield, he managed to hold on.
And now, a weary Ivan Ivanov, about to be kicked off by the anti-addiction system, finally saw a beacon of hope.
