Chapter Ninety-Two: Massacre (Collect, Recommend!) )

"What's going on? Don't they want to kill? Just want to run? ”

"It's true, everyone in the first two games was testing the waters, and now they are all serious, and they are dead without landing. But be careful, although these people don't know steel, they are all turned into old men, waiting for the opportunity to move. Fritters explained.

A normal passerby bureau will basically eliminate nearly half of the people in less than ten minutes. Even in the last two rounds, more than 30 people were eliminated in the first ten minutes. But at the beginning of this round, everyone became cautious.

"Hmph, I'll go shopping!" Zhang Xiaowu sneered.

It's not so easy to want to yin him, just test your strength.

For the game in which Zhang Xiaowu participated, the fritters have always adhered to the principle of lying down to win, and they will not ask too much. It's not just that he can't control it, but the main thing is that the two of them are already friends, except for worrying about the safety of him and Liao Jing, they basically don't care too much.

He sometimes didn't understand, since the so-called lore system chose a chosen one like Zhang Xiaowu, why did he choose a gamer to match him as a twin? It's not just that I'm afraid of being discovered by the game system, right? With such a magical and powerful lore system, how can you be afraid of a small game? I'm afraid there are other purposes. None of them can figure it out, maybe one day the truth will be revealed.

The other three carefully searched for the equipment, but their attention was also focused on Zhang Xiaowu's direction, ready to support at any time.

Da Da Da ~ The battle started less than a minute into the game, and for those contestants who deliberately avoided the fight, it felt inexplicable, and at the same time, there was some happiness in their hearts, hoping that if there were more people, the pressure would be reduced later.

But for Uncle Bird's team, it was a nightmare. What they were frustrated about was that the fruit team that eliminated them in the previous game actually jumped to P City like them. What's even more depressing is that they have avoided it, but the other side is still chasing after them, and again, the steel is coming.

"Big brother, don't you want to be like this endlessly. Be a man and leave a line, and see each other in the future. Leave us alone, I'm ......"

Da Da Da ~ "You ended up killing NS-niaoshu, 98left"

"Hmph, let you go? If I lay on the ground, would you let me go? ”

Zhang Xiaowu sneered, at this time, he also said that these are useful, and only fools will believe him.

"He's on my side, kill him."

Uncle Bird in front of the computer desk has been thundering, eager to break the fritters into thousands of pieces. (Fritters: It's none of my business.) He's forgotten that it's a race and that the last spark needs to be saved.

Zhang Xiaowu had already heard that someone was already running in this direction from the nearby building, but he was not in a hurry, but picked up the AKM and all the 7.62mm bullets that Uncle Bird had just picked up before and had not had time to load them.

Of course, Thomson didn't throw it away, reloaded the remaining bullets, and ran towards the back door.

At this time, NS-Liza is running towards the back door, still using the front and back outflanking tactics, and ordinary people will definitely be blocked in the house. But what he met was Zhang Xiaowu, a Zhang Xiaowu whose attributes were fully strengthened, comparable to twice the basic attributes of ordinary players.

As soon as he walked around the corner of the wall and was about to break down the door next, he saw a pitch-black muzzle with flames coming out.

Da Da Da ~ "You used TommyGun to knock out NS-Liza."

Thomson is one of the most unstable firearms in the submachine gun, the bullet is very floating, but once it hits a shot, at close range, the powerful impact force makes the opponent have no possibility of fighting back at all, and is directly beaten into a sieve.

"Ahh Damn, this mountain donkey is coming out from behind. ”

Da Da Da ~ NS-Liza died, 2 kills!

Through his footsteps and the sound of the door opening, Zhang Xiaowu already knew that the other two had entered the room and ran towards the back door. So he threw away Thomson, who was already out of bullets, and didn't bother to lick NS-Liza's bag, went around the corner and ran towards the front.

The two people inside knew that Zhang Xiaowu was outside, and they didn't dare to go out rashly, guarding the front door and guarding the door one after the other.

At this time, the two sides changed positions, and the remaining two of Uncle Bird's team became the defenders, while Zhang Xiaowu, who had only one person, became the attackers.

At any time, it is difficult for such a situation to occur in Jedi, two guns do not dare to fight against one gun. The audience went back to this scene, and they should have scolded the people of Uncle Bird's team for being too cowardly and cowardly. But no one on the entire platform said anything like that, but held their breath, their eyes widened, anticipating how frightening the next scene would be.

Not to mention the two people in the room, their hearts were about to rise to their throats, and they were so nervous that even Uncle Bird, who shared his perspective through his teammates, was sweaty in his palms and had a chill down his spine. In their eyes, Zhang Xiaowu is like a devil, erratic, killing people like mowing grass, making people have no heart to resist.

Will Zhang Xiaowu rush the door? Of course not.

He reached the front, and without a second of delay, jumped up and opened fire into the window.

Bang bang!

The first shot went straight to the head, and the second shot penetrated the body and hit the wall.

"You used an AKM headshot to knock down an NS-fake"

NS-fake hasn't picked up the helmet yet, and in the face of AKM's 7.62mm bullets, a single shot kills, and there is no room for resistance at all.

"Ah~"

It wasn't NS-fake who screamed, but the surviving Dika, who was completely controlled by fear, couldn't raise any thoughts of resistance, opened the back door, and ran out frantically.

He is fully integrated into the game, as if he is on the Jedi Island, being hunted by an irresistible demon, he does not want to die, he does not want to be tortured by the demon.

Bang bang bang~

How could Zhang Xiaowu give him a chance to escape, he didn't enter the house at all, turned around and went around to the back of the house, and shot him directly.

"You killed NS-dika-96left with AKM"

"You ended up killing NS-fake-95left"

1 against 4, 4 kills! Finish!

"Hiss~" Komatsu in the commentary seat gasped. It's unimaginable.

Sneak attack, counter-kill, attack building, chase and kill, all in one go, the whole process takes less than 30 seconds.

This is a god-level, an absolute god-level operation? How should this be explained, and what should be said? He was completely attracted to the whole process, and he didn't have time to say a few words before the battle was over, and it was a rhythm that directly made people panic.

Not only him, but even the experienced teacher Zhou was silent, not knowing what to say.

Although the two commentators were completely stupid, the audience didn't notice it at all, they were also stunned by the scene in front of them, and it wasn't until Zhang Xiaowu started to add bags that they reacted, and the live broadcast channel exploded directly.

"Oh my God, I'm not dreaming. Am I TMD or human? ”

"I pinched my daughter-in-law's thigh and found out that it wasn't a dream, it was real."

"Emperor Tiao actually has such an operation, it's amazing to my brother, no, I'll go to his live broadcast room to see the first perspective."

"Let's go, let's go, go to the live broadcast room of Tiaohuang, it's cool to see it from the first perspective!" This is an iron fan of fritters, and he came to the big live broadcast room to pull people.

The popularity of the live broadcast room of the fritters skyrocketed instantly, from 240,000 to 300,000, 400,000, and all the way to 550,000 before stabilizing. Not only the growth of popularity, but also "airplanes", "rockets", "cards", and various gifts were swept all the way, almost covering the barrage, making him a "windfall".

"Normal operation, new friends give a wave of attention!" The fritters were ecstatic and blew wildly, but he didn't know that this scene, such a god-level operation, would bring him trouble in the future, and many people questioned the use of plug-ins. This is an afterword, so let's not talk about it for the time being.