"Alright, when they come in, you follow from behind and cut off their retreat. We've got a good number of sturdy men here and each one's armed with four full bomb waist bags. We got this, no doubt. Besides, we have a few sets of communicators from the supply box. Thanks to these trump cards, we could set up an ambush circle unknown to others and have taken out numerous gamers".
"Alright, no, wait." Said the scout with a rushed and incredulous tone.
"What's the problem?" The team captain began to tense up, worried that they might be discovered, which would turn the situation into a chase and lose their existing advantages.
"Don't attack them, just let them pass and we find a new place to set up a trap and wait for new prey. " The scout murmured with a deathly low voice, obviously terrified and fearful of being found.
"What's happening?" A female teammate called out in annoyance, "You've already killed five gamers. What are you worried about?"
