"Damn it!"

Ding Yue's eyes were full of tears, blurring his vision.

The enemy didn't give him half of the time to be sad, seeing that Ding Yue had gradually approached his location, at such a close distance, the power of the sniper rifle was at least half reduced.

Ding Yue didn't leave him time to aim.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The terrorists casually shot the bullet empty, dropped the sniper rifle, and took out the **, but instead of fighting with Ding Yue, they began to flee.

Ding Yue was stunned for a moment, and then he understood the enemy's strategy.

He didn't have to fight with Ding Yue at all, he only needed to drag until the bomb exploded to win, if Ding Yue turned around and defused the bomb now, he was guaranteed to chase after him immediately and shoot the black gun.

"Damn it!"

There is no time to be sad, the current situation is overwhelmingly unfavorable to Ding Yue, and he has only one choice, which is to catch up and kill the opponent.

At this point, the MP5's strengths come to the fore, firing fast and lethal, but sticky enough to slow down the opponent's movement speed no matter where the bullet hits.

Ding Yue's crazy strafing, completely disregarding the crosshairs, and shooting birds indiscriminately can always accidentally hit a few shots, not seeking to break the defense, but to catch up with the opponent.

This trick is very useful, and after firing the bullets in the magazine, the terrorist's movement speed suddenly slows down.

Ding Yue didn't have more time for him to change the magazine, so he simply threw away the MP5 and replaced it with ** to continue the pursuit, the distance between the two was getting closer and closer, and it was completely a short-handed situation.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The two men fired at each other at a distance of less than thirty meters, but not a single bullet could hit their opponents.

If you are playing CS in the computer, this way of shooting while moving, Ding Yue's hit rate is more than eighty percent, but after moving the scene to reality, the strong recoil, coupled with the opponent's desperate running, it is really not ordinary to hit the opponent.

The destructive power is amazing, but after all, it is only a pistol, and the magazines of the two are quickly empty, and the distance between the two has been reduced to less than twenty meters.

Do you want to change the magazine?

Ding Yue was shocked to find that the terrorists no longer ran away, but rushed directly towards him, the person was still seven or eight meters away, the ** on his right hand was thrown over first, and his left hand touched the dagger hanging on his thigh.

Is this going to be close to yourself?

Whoever is afraid of whom, if you want to fight, you will fight!

Ding Yue not only didn't feel scared, but even faintly excited.

This is the real battlefield, this is the life you are pursuing, and the insensitive life you used to live is a complete waste of life.

Flashing the ** that was regarded as a hidden weapon, Ding Yue did the same, pulled out the dagger after throwing the **, and rushed straight towards the enemy.

"Give me death!"

Ding Yue's face showed a boiling battle intent, and the cold dagger was swung out fiercely, and the man did not retreat at all, holding the dagger and waving it.

Clang!

Violent sparks burst out at the intersection of the two daggers, and the eyes of both sides met in the air for a moment, and Ding Yue saw a trace of surprise in the other party's eyes.

The other party suddenly said a word.

He spoke not Chinese, nor English, the tone was very strange and rare, at least Ding Yue was sure that he had never heard it in his life, fortunately the space has its own translation function, otherwise there was really no way to understand what he said.

"You're a gamer too?"

Ding Yue was stunned and looked at the other party carefully.

He has an oriental face, but the deep contours of his facial features confirm that he is not Han and looks more like a minority in a remote area.

The man asked with a sudden toothy grin.

"Chinese?"

Ding Yue nodded subconsciously, and the other party's smile suddenly became even more hideous.

"Very good, I didn't expect you to survive to the end, let me introduce myself, I'm Sinckor, **Stan, the second squad leader of the Third Assault Brigade of the Jihadist Organization."

"By the way, I tell you one thing, my greatest pleasure is to kill the Chinese, especially the screams of the Chinese before they die, it is simply heavenly!"

Sinkoll stuck out his tongue and licked the dagger, his eyes flashing with a crazy light.

Terrorists in real life? Didn't they all fight with AKs?

Ding Yue asked in a hurry.

"Why didn't you take AK and choose AWP instead?"

Sinkol laughed a few times and said.

"Do you think I'm stupid, it's not good to leave the matter of AK to someone else? Anyway, they're just computer people, not my partners, of course I'm hiding away with a sniper rifle and firing black guns, relaxed and happy! ”

Hearing Xin Koer's words of not treating computer people as life, Ding Yue's eyebrows tightened.

Is a computer person......

John, who died blocking a gun for himself, old Renault, who volunteered to stay at point A to die, and Leon and Guderian, who died with their opponents with high-explosive grenades, are they really just computer people?

No, they are my comrades-in-arms!

Xin Kol was still laughing wildly, Ding Yue had already taken the lead in launching an assault, and the dagger drew a sharp arc in mid-air, only to see a flash of white light.

Clang!

"Chinese, don't be so anxious, don't worry, I won't kill you right away, I will slowly cut the flesh on you one by one, and enjoy your screams."

After blocking this knife, Xinkol took a big step back, he didn't need to kill Ding Yue to win the victory, he just had to delay until the bomb exploded.

The smile on his face was like a cat teasing a mouse, and for him, Ding Yue's life was already in his pocket.

Ding Yue chased after him, desperately waving the dagger in his hand, now he had forgotten that this was the game space or the real world, and he didn't think about how much time was left for the bomb to explode.

There is only one thing in his mind, he must kill this bastard in front of him!

The idea is good, but the reality is cruel.

Xinkol is a terrorist living under the knife in real life, like this kind of hand-to-hand combat experience is extremely rich, and his skills are extremely agile, Ding Yue tried to stab the other party several times, but he was almost disemboweled.

"Hahahaha...... What's wrong? Chinese chicken, don't you even know how to cut people, do you want me to teach you? ”

Xin Koer had already determined that Ding Yue was not his opponent at all, and immediately laughed, even more arrogant in this situation of fighting for his life.

Swinging a few more knives to no avail, Ding Yue also knew that it was not a way to go on like this, so he simply turned around and ran without hesitation at all.

Xin Koer was stunned, this kid was still murderous just now, as if he was not dying, why did he suddenly run away?

Looking at his direction, this is going to defuse the bomb...... Huh!

Xin Kol secretly sneered in his heart, could it be that this kid thought that he could defuse the bomb under his own interference? It's too beautiful to think about.

"Chinese chicken, obediently slaughter the stew soup for the uncle! Hahahaha......"

Sinkol smirked and pursued Ding Yue.