She looked down and looked at the clothes on her shoulders stained red by the snow, and she was shot!

She subconsciously touched it, but fortunately, the bullet did not hit completely, but was bruised.

Prison Ning endured the pain, raised his gun and searched in the forest, and finally found the figure of the woman at four o'clock.

Celia stood behind the trunk of a tree with her helmet, muzzle pointed at her, silver-black spear glistening in the sun-dappled shadows.

The light flashed on her face, and I faintly saw her hooking the corners of her mouth, smiling coldly and determined to win.

Prison Ning'an was startled, and a chill rushed from behind.

She thought that her actions were hidden, and no matter how powerful Celia was, she would not be able to find herself so quickly.

In particular, I am so precise about my position.

No way! When pigs fly!

Don't...... Her eyes lit up, and a thought flashed through her mind—

Does she have a tracker!?

Prison Ning'an stared, and suddenly remembered that the moment the competition began, she hit herself, and that elbow still hurts, could it be that time......

Thinking of this, she lowered her head for the first time, searched everywhere on her body, and touched it for a long time, but she really felt a very small bulge at the hem of her back.

She pulled it down and found that it was a tracker, and her face turned pale.

Prison Ning'an clenched his fists, endured the throbbing pain in his shoulders and fixed the tracker to the trunk of the tree, and then mounted the Type 95 rifle between the treetops, and then slid down the tree.

She silently walked through the bushes, and Prison Ning'an understood the current situation, she was already injured, and if she dragged it any longer, the chance of winning was almost zero.

So while she still has the physical strength, she must fight to the death.

Celia was behind the bushes, and she looked up at her watch, and there was a red dot on the screen, and the position had not changed.

She thought that Prison Ning'an was still on the tree, so she opened the branches and prepared to shoot a second time-

"Don't move!" Suddenly, a gun appeared in front of her, the muzzle of which was pointed directly at her forehead.

Celia was shocked and wanted to raise the gun, but the gun was directly against her head, and the cold touch made her dare not act rashly.

"Hehe......" She watched Prison Ning'an emerge from the woods, the corners of her mouth rose, and she was not afraid, but said, "Yes, it's a little stronger than I thought, it's a little interesting." ”

"You violated the rules, you said you were not allowed to carry communication equipment, and you put a tracker on me! According to the regulations, you have already lost! Prison Ning'an pulled the trigger, his whole body tense.

Holding a gun at someone's forehead was the first time she had ever held it, and she was inevitably nervous.

Seeing her arm tremble slightly, Celia was even more fearless, she held the head of the gun and said, "You have no proof, I can say that you carried the tracker yourself!" ”

"Still want to quibble!?" Prison Ning'an pressed the muzzle of her gun forward, forcing her to take a step back.

Celia sneered: "You don't dare to shoot!" ”

"Of course I dare!" Prison Ning'an pressed his finger on the trigger, and his nervous emotions were still revealed on his face.

"Haha, you are really cowardly as a mouse, you are not worthy of standing by Mr. Mu's side with such a cowardly character!" Celia Mengran grabbed the barrel of the gun and pulled it hard, snatching it from her hand.

Prison Ning'an injured her shoulder, and when she dragged her like this, she pulled the wound, and the pain was heart-wrenching, and she had to let go.

"You're not going to do it, you're welcome......" Celia turned her gun on her, stepping forward.

Prison Ning'an took a few steps back, her face turned pale, she shook her head slightly, seeing the ruthlessness on the woman's face, she knew that she would definitely shoot.

For a moment, my mind went blank.