Chapter 151: Zhang Xiaolong's Show (3)
Just when Zhang Xiaolong was halfway through the run, the opponent suddenly appeared, and watching Zhang Xiaolong running at him, he began to shoot, and Zhang Xiaolong was caught off guard and was swept down directly.
"Damn, the opponent is so despicable and sneak up on me?" The moment Zhang Xiaolong fell to the ground, he hurriedly crawled behind the cover.
Lin Li confirmed the opponent's position, and the SCAR-L in his hand instantly opened aiming, and directly shot the person in the head with 7 consecutive shots, a first-level helmet, tattered, and unnecessary.
The enemy fell directly to the ground and crawled back desperately, Zhao Jian held a Molotov cocktail in his hand, looked at the position, and threw it directly.
Clicksβ
The sound of the bottle popping sounded, and the flames burned instantly.
Bang bang β
Suddenly, there was a gunshot behind him, and the two players squatted on the grass and shot Zhao Jian and Jiang Mei.
Lin Li frowned, he didn't even notice that there was someone behind him, this segment made him relax his vigilance, this habit is not very good.
Jiang Mei and Zhao Jian fought back, Zhao Jian's UMP9 played very stable, the opponent was obviously the first but was knocked down by Zhao Jian, Jiang Mei took UZI and did not sweep the opponent, she directly lay down, giving Lin Li behind her a sufficient offensive space.
Lin Li shot directly into the waist, and the bullet gun hit his body, and the player instantly turned into a box.
Five Kills β
In an instant, five kills jumped and turned into six kills.
"Apparently burned to death by the flames of the Molotov cocktail." Lin Li walked to Zhang Xiaolong's side and helped Zhang Xiaolong up.
"I'm tired, I didn't expect the opponent to be so insidious and betray everyone's trust, by the way, cousin, do you still have medicine?" Zhang Xiaolong got up and looked at Lin Li, Lin Li had just thrown a first-aid kit, at this time, a cloud of blood mist suddenly erupted on Zhang Xiaolong's body, and the blood mist splashed, and Zhang Xiaolong fell to the ground again.
98KοΌ
Lin Li's eyes narrowed, this direction and sound, is the farthest viaduct?
"Damn, why did I fall again?" Zhang Xiaolong was slightly stunned, Lin Li beside him suddenly snatched Zhang Xiaolong's keyboard, Tab opened the backpack, and directly removed the eight-fold mirror on the AKM, and then Lin Li instantly picked up the eight-fold and installed it on his SCAR-L, and at the same time, switched the weapon to a single point.
Squatting on the grass, directly opening the scope, on the viaduct, a player holding a 98K is aiming at Lin Li.
The scar-L lifted a few heights and shot at the player, bang, bang-
Three shots in a row β
The gun hit the opponent's body, Lin Li snorted, and raised it too low to hit the head, but Lin Li raised the scale again and fired three more shots in a row.
This player with a 98K in his hand was already panicking when Lin Li hit his body, and he had no idea about the gun at all, so he turned around directly, but how could Lin Li let him go?
Three bullets hit the player in the head, neck, and chest.
He had been shot three times before and fell directly on the viaduct.
Zhang Xiaolong looked at his cousin depressedly, "I said cousin, you give me back the 8x mirror, I haven't performed my 8x AKM pressure gun yet." β
Lin Li threw down the eight-fold mirror and returned it to Zhang Xiaolong, looking at him a little speechlessly, "Just you still have an eight-fold AKM pressure gun?" You think you're a Jedi scientist? β
"What the hell is that?" Zhang Xiaolong touched his head, he had already fallen to the ground three times, and he would not be able to save his teammates if he fell a few times like this.
"The man fell to the ground, and it seemed that there were still teammates, but the viaduct was not visible. Let's lick the bag clean first. As soon as Lin Li turned around, he saw Zhao Jian and Jiang Mei with two brand-new third-level heads, holding M416 and Kar98 K.
"Eh, you two lick the bag really fast." Lin Li looked at the two of them speechlessly, and at this time, Zhang Xiaolong rushed out, looking at Kar 98 K behind Jiang Mei, his eyes lit up instantly.
"Jiang Mei, I have an eight-fold mirror, why don't you play 98K with me?" Zhang Xiaolong is now wearing a tolerant helmet on his head, wearing a first-class armor with residual blood, looking at Jiang Mei's superb weapon, his heart is itching.
"Huh? Zhang Xiaolong, forget it, right? Your sniper skills ......." Jiang Mei was a little reluctant, Zhang Xiaolong's sniper skills are quite powerful to be honest, but this awesome means something special.
Suddenly, a roaring sound sounded, and the airdrop plane came without looking, Zhang Xiaolong looked up and saw a bright airdrop falling from the sky, and the location was not far in front of them.
"Eh, the airdrop smashed my face, in that case, I'll take the gift that God gave me in my hand." Zhang Xiaolong squinted his eyes and smiled.
"Wait a minute, let's lick this airdrop, you honestly give us a gun. Xiaomei, you and Xiaolong are far away to help, and my cousin Lin Li and I are going to grab the airdrop. Xiaomei nodded when she heard Zhao Jian say this.
Zhang Xiaolong pursed his lips dissatisfiedly, "In the first spear god of the Jedi, Ximen Xiaolong, the art of killing is revealed all over his body, but he lacks a weapon to take advantage of......"
Jiang Mei patted her forehead, "Okay, okay, Kar98 K, you can take it." β
After speaking, he handed 98K to Zhang Xiaolong, Zhang Xiaolong put the eight-fold mirror on it, and Lin Li casually threw out a cheek board and a sniper rifle silencer, "You can install this, I picked up a good thing." β
Zhang Xiaolong picked up the silencer and didn't pick up the cheek support, "A master like me disdains to use the cheek support, for me it is still a bullet bag that is easy to use, and after speaking, he pressed the 98K bullet bag that he had hidden in his backpack for a long time." β
"Although you can rest assured that you will lick the airdrop, there will be no problem with me and Xiaomei in the rear." Zhang Xiaolong smirked with an eight-fold full match silenced 98K.
Jiang Mei sighed and looked around vigilantly with her M416.