The two women were each ready, Prison Ning'an was wearing camouflage uniforms, and Celia was wearing black clothes and black pants, and the slim style showed off her proud figure.

The two stood in front of the jungle and listened to a high-ranking person read the rules.

As Celia listened, she began to move her muscles, her posture was skillful, and she knew that she was exercising regularly.

Prison Ning'an looked at her, and the two looked at each other, seeing a provocation in her eyes.

Her kind of self-confidence made Prison Ning An's heart even more nervous, especially when the woman also made a few punches and kicks.

The posture and strength are very professional, and it can be seen that there is a certain skill.

"There are ten guns, five daggers and a small amount of food and fresh water in the jungle, there is no limit to the time of the competition, except that you are not allowed to wear communicators, there are no restrictions, you have each signed a death certificate, and I don't need to say anything else...... "The senior in his fifties, who is in charge of this competition, is fluent in English.

After a few brief words, he stepped aside, looked at the two of them and said, "If you quit now, it's okay." ”

"No, you don't." Prison Ning'an strained his face, his lips pursed, and he had an expression of sworn death.

"Hmph." Celia sneered: "You will definitely lose, why take a life?" ”

Her sarcastic tone, Prison Ning'an didn't take it to heart, only smiled faintly.

She ignored her and turned her head to look at Mu Tingchen not far away, the man had a calm face, but at this time he curled his lips and smiled at her.

Mu Wu stood next to him, waved at her, and clenched his fist to cheer up.

Prison Ning smiled back, retracted his gaze and moved his hands and feet.

Soon, the senior executive announced the start of the competition.

According to the rules, the two must enter the jungle before they can officially fight, but Celia suddenly raised her elbow to her the moment they ran into the jungle.

Prison Ning'an didn't expect it, her chin was firmly elbowed, and under the violent impact, her teeth bit her tongue, and it hurt.

She also planted herself to the side, and almost fell.

Steasing the center of her body, Prison Ning'an looked up and saw that Celia had dodged into the depths of the jungle.

She looked back at Mu Tingchen for the last time, the man's face was gloomy, and he nodded heavily at her, his eyes seemed to tell her: Don't worry, I'm here.

Suddenly, Prison Ning'an seemed to have taken a reassuring pill, she exhaled, her heart was no longer nervous, she smiled at him, and rushed into the jungle.

The sun was shining brightly outside, and the light dimmed a lot after entering the jungle.

The towering trees cover the sky and the sun, the roots are intertwined, the branches are luxuriant, and the blue sky cannot be seen at all, such as evening, and the light is dark in some places, and the sight is not good.

After about ten minutes, she found the first firearm, which was a Type 95 long-gun, which she had assembled at the shooting range.

Because of the number of exercises, she could assemble it even without staring at it, and it only took more than forty seconds.

After picking up the gun, she aimed around, pricking up her ears and listening, except for the chirping of insects and birds.

The Type 95 long-gun was relatively backward in armament, did not have long-range infrared rays and scopes, and due to the dim light, the eyes began to tire after a few minutes of aiming.

She closed her eyes and took a step forward, the soles of her feet touching the branches with a slight crunch.

This sound, especially clear in the silence of the jungle, startled countless birds.

Prison Ning'an forbade not to move, held her breath, waited for a few minutes, and without any movement, she exhaled.

"Bang-" Just as he breathed a sigh of relief and was about to move forward, suddenly there was a gunshot.