At this moment, they rushed out to take a look. Oh my, several powerful teams from Western countries were still carrying out their shooting. There was no need to rush over anymore.
If they continued rushing, they might not be ranked eighth. They would probably be ranked sixth.
It wouldn't match the progress of their original plan.
"Are we inadvertently shooting up the ranks?" T6 straightened his helmet that was knocked askew by the leaves just now. He shrugged his back forcefully and adjusted his backpack. He hugged his rifle and widened his eyes. He retracted the ruthlessness in his eyes bit by bit. "Why do I feel that it's not easy to control the rankings? Look at this… We thought that it had been long enough. Who knew that there are still a bunch of people who haven't completed the second round of shooting? Do you think we'll directly enter the top three if we continue like this?"
