It is said that habit becomes natural, and Song Yijie's hypnotic method really worked. Only by taking the time, the anchor on the left and the anchor on the right really made Gong Moliang, who was originally disdainful, move his heart.

It's just that now, he needs to concentrate on helping Song Yijie win the gamble, and relying on his investment in the game, he temporarily suppressed the disagreement.

"Have you set up your gun?" Gong Moliang asked.

Knowing that Gong Moliang is not keen on learning, but when it comes to games, he is serious, and Song Yijie does not dare to be sloppy, "I can see everything clearly here, where you point, I can play." ”

After receiving the guarantee, Gong Moliang also entered the mode of hunting.

After habitually pinching his fingers and relieving the tight meridians, Gong Moliang's body leaned forward slightly, not because he was short-sighted and did not wear glasses, but in order to observe the enemy more clearly, he didn't want to let go of the clues.

After moving his rusty body that was hiding in the house, Gong Moliang, who was tightly holding M16, came to the third floor of the hiding place.

For a master, seemingly casual details are often the key to distinguishing ability.

When you think that Gong Moliang just found a house at random and waited for Song Yijie's news, you ignored the real strategic value of this house.

The north and south are transparent, so it is convenient to escape through the window at any time after being discovered and surrounded. The height of the three-story building is also the highest altitude in the entire city. The commanding heights of nature also bring a panoramic message.

Although there is no high-magnification lens and only an M16 with a red dot basic sight, for Gong Moliang, the distance of 50 meters, the gun in his hand is comparable to a simplified version of a sniper rifle.

After going up to the third floor and taking a look at the three enemies, Gong Moliang squatted down, opened the scope, and held his breath. The circular red dot hovered over the back of one of the heads.

"Bang bang!"

Two gunshots rang out in succession, and the locked enemy fell to the ground unsurprisingly.

His desire to survive was very strong, for fear that Gong Moliang would continue to shoot him to make up for him, and kept spinning around on the ground, trying to use a coquettish position to avoid Gong Moliang's extermination.

Gong Moliang did not accept it when he saw it, but before the other two enemies reacted and found his position, he quickly moved sideways and pulled the gun, and the red dot on the scope was once again aimed at the head of the next victim.

The left and right of the three enemies were less than a few meters apart, so Gong Moliang had ample time to shift and aim.

"Bang!"

The first shot hit the helmet, which also made the enemy, who was not very durable in the helmet, have red hair and flutter in the air.

Although he hadn't found the location of Gong Moliang yet, the general direction could still be judged, and the red-haired wanted to flee to the right, hoping that the three wooden boxes stacked together could block the bullets that were urging him.

The redhead was only about 10 meters away from the box, and according to the rate of shooting at the M16's single point, there was only about 3 to 4 shots. As long as Gong Moliang misses more than 2 shots, the red hair can survive.

The redhead's idea was timely, and the speed of the action was decisive, but as soon as he walked out less than 4 meters away, the second shot hit the redhead's body because of the target's movement, and the third shot went straight to the redhead.

Looking at Gong Moliang, who was still a few steps away from losing his target, he said to himself, "Fortunately, when I created the character, I felt that my red hair was too attractive, so I temporarily chose silver, it seems that my hunch was not wrong." ”

The reason why he made this sigh was because the third shot could shoot his head, because the color of the red hair was too conspicuous, which greatly helped Gong Moliang adjust the position of the ballistics.

Three headshots kill, excellent feel accounts for half, and the hair color of the wind is also a great contribution.

At this moment, the only remaining enemy can't care about the life or death of his teammates, and saving the only spark is the top priority.

After seeing the direction of the escape of the last enemy of this team on the third floor, Gong Moliang did not continue to shoot to make up for the heads that had fallen into his hands. First, there is no need to be greedy, and secondly, the three people of the other team must have discovered their position.

Sure enough, the moment Gong Moliang turned around and went downstairs, there was a dull sound of a series of bullets hitting the stone wall from behind.

"Yijie, did those three people go back to you?"

Guarding by the window, Song Yijie, who was bored, quickly replied, "No, I didn't even see a single hair, it seems that this is also a group of superficial teammates, and he doesn't even have the idea of avenging his dead teammates, it's really chilling for him." ”

"By the way, if I die a tragic enemy, will you be desperate to seek revenge on him?"

For the sentimentality of a literary and artistic young man like Song Yijie, Gong Moliang leaned back at a 45-degree angle, silently.

The strange Song Yijie asked, "What are you doing here?" ”

Gong Moliang said, "I looked up at the starry sky at a 45-degree angle and burst into tears. ”

"What kind of nerves, it's nondescript."

Gong Moliang continued, "Isn't this the favorite tune of your literary and artistic youths. Is it not the right posture, I also need to take a protractor to measure it well. ”

Only then did Song Yijie, who came to understand, roll his dead fish eyes, "I'll just ask so casually, why do you bother to go online." ”

Gong Moliang, who finally taught Song Yijie a lesson, accepted it when he saw it, "Be careful, I only saw the shadows of two people before I went downstairs, maybe people are returning the favor in the other way, hiding downstairs with flashbangs in their hands." ”

"You want to scare me again, I've been tired of hearing the story of this wolf since I was a child."

It's just that before Song Yijie picked up the story of his three-year-old literacy, there was a heavy footstep downstairs.

"How did he slip under my nose?!" Song Yijie was shocked and angry, his face full of disbelief.

Gong Moliang had already expected it, "How else can you come, of course, you came from the route I taught you." Do you think that I invented this sheep intestine path? ”

"Isn't it?" Song Yijie asked rhetorically, "Aren't you a genius at eating chicken, do geniuses still have to pick up people's teeth?" ”

Gong Moliang felt that Song Yijie was either stupid in reading, or he regarded himself as an omnipotent god.

Although he admits that he has a lot of talent for the game of eating chicken, a player who has just been in contact with the game for half a month can quickly stand out from the army of box spirits and score more than 2500 points. But some of the small routines and experiences in the game still have to be learned.

Isn't there a good saying that learning makes people addicted, no matter what they are learning, just indulge in it.

"I don't bother to correct your weird brain hole, hurry up and get stuck in the upstairs building, and for the rest, you can ask for more blessings."