Chapter 337: Where Did They Go?

If Metal Slug is a game of one person or two people, then Counter-Strike is a game of a group of people, up to sixteen people online at the same time, that feeling.

I can only make up for it in the brain, and I am just around the corner from being able to successfully practice it in life.

Although there was no warm hug, when I saw that all my teammates came to look for him, the warmth was like a flood, drowning himself.

This is an emotion that transcends race, and the people in front of you are all computer-controlled dummies, only themselves, who are genuine, flesh-and-blood players, but they can come to pick them up, and they will definitely be moved.

Before he could express his feelings at the moment, the familiar English began to echo in this battlefield again.

And the place where it was thrown was still the lair of their bandits.

‘Fire in the hole’

Hearing the sound, Chen Le shouted loudly, "Get down." ”

I don't know if the Chinese dialect can be understood by these computers, or if the system is in the settings, there is such a code for them to execute, when they hear the sound of * explosion, they subconsciously lie down to the side.

The collective was like diving, lying crookedly on the ground, and when the earthquake passed, they all stood up suddenly.

The small red light on C4* flashed here and was very eye-catching, and Chen Le naturally discovered who was in his own team now.

Before they could confirm their eyes, someone had already taken the lead and walked towards the path leading to Area B, and the other person followed directly, and finally, including Chen Le, the computer dummy with C4* was wrapped in the team.

Layer after layer of human flesh arrows, he was surrounded by impenetrable air.

Because Chen Le returned to the team relatively late, he stood directly in the last position, always vigilant at the back of the team, and acted as a guard here.

As he slipped away, he sneaked back and glanced back at the orderly team.

"I can't imagine that this group of computers will make the team arrangement in this game so good, with noses and eyes."

The gunners at the head of the platoon always maintained a half-squatting position, and at every corner, they would be the first to crouch down, first look around with the head of the gun, and only after making sure that it was correct, then let the teams behind the line follow.

And in the entire team, the person in front of Chen Le was mentally holding AWM, which was a *, although it was not as destructive as *, but a shot on a normal man's body was enough to kill.

Whenever the team began to move forward slowly and leisurely like caterpillars, the sniper would stared at his sniper scope with high tension, and the fingers that were about to pull the trigger were a little wooden, but he still struggled to maintain that position.

"Bang"

Chen Le heard that the voice was coming from in front of him, and hurriedly turned his head, "What sound." ”

White smoke was emitting from the muzzle of AWM's gun, from which the sound must have been fired, and far away, a corpse was freshly baked.

His eyes widened and he stretched out his thumb, "Admire." ”

At the same time as he slipped away again, a * was thrown in through the crack in the door and landed right next to Chen Le's feet.

As soon as I raised my feet and prepared to move forward, I had already accidentally touched that*, and the whole world, no longer with darkness, white light, was still good.

"Not good, there are enemies!" He quickly turned back, and the gun was aimed in front of him, but his eyes were closed tightly, not daring to blink at all.

The dazzling light makes people's bodies instinctively tend to close their eyes, not because they want to close their eyes, but because their bodies have a similar protection system, when something wants to harm their body, this protection system will be implemented, and closing their eyes is one of the components of the system.

Unless you train your cornea and body reaction ability for a long time, basically everyone will close their eyes when they encounter this kind of dazzling light.

Enjoy the brief darkness and welcome the world of color.

The policeman with an MP5* in one hand, dressed in a navy blue police uniform, rushed in through the wooden door of the B lane, like a barbarian.

There is no half-point momentum of being a policeman, just by looking at him holding an MP5, you can know that the person who takes * either wants to kill or wants to be killed.

*'s effect hasn't passed, and the two teammates at the end of the team are just like themselves, and they are unfortunately hit.

The people in front of the team were slightly better, but they only made indirect contact with *, and the effect disappeared in a few seconds.

A sudden sound sounded in front of him, and although his ears were worn by helmets, the sound of gunfire from the gun could still be transmitted.

He also pulls the trigger and tries to attack the enemy in front of him, whether he can hit or not, but if he doesn't shoot, then he definitely won't hit.

When he opened fire, several gunshots had already been fired behind him, and the MP5 in his hand had already flown out in the hands of the policeman who broke in and planned to kill.

The teammate in front of him killed him, and he just fired a few random shots to help the fun.

* The effect finally faded, Chen Le took off his gloves, rubbed his eyes a few times with his hands, and blinked vigorously a few times before he dared to open them.

MP5 was thrown to the wooden door, and the policeman was lying down, leaning against the cold wall, while his team continued to move on to Section B.

"This computer is a little too powerful!" Standing there stupidly, looking at their distant backs, somehow, I felt that I was a little burdensome and needed to be saved by my teammates.

Usually the person who saves his teammates is played by himself, and suddenly let the savior be saved, the mood must be mixed.

"Looks like I'm going to have to get my marksmanship back." Picking up his MP5, AK47 tossed it aside and ran straight back to the queue.

AK47 After that street corner shooting, there are only a few bullets left, and it just so happens that the MP5 can change its weapon again.

And when he was running towards them, he was silently counting the heads in his heart.

"I accidentally injured one before, and there are six people in front of me, and if I count myself, there are seven more people on my side."

"On the other side, there is only one person who died just now, and there is another person who was beaten to blood by me." Doubts also came one after another when counting, "Where did the remaining six people go?" ”