Duan Mo was playing frantically with the invisible enemy across a wall, and in just a moment, hundreds of big dramas had been staged in his heart - "Why didn't he move?" What was he thinking? Where is he going next? Should I start first? Is he squatting next door or standing or lying on his stomach? ”

The thoughts were complicated, but the inextricable threads finally converged into one sentence, "Fuck him, hammer him!" ”

Duan Mo made up his mind, picked up his gun and mounted his horse, strode out, turned the corner, saw the enemy, pulled the trigger, and did it in one go!

And the moment he turned around, Duan Mo saw that the enemy, the one who punched him in the head on the top of the building, was in a daze with his back to him!

"Die, dog eunuch!"

Duan Mo was repeatedly angry from the moment he landed, first the bullet was robbed, then he was punched, and then he jumped off the building to escape, holding his head and running away, but at this moment he finally raised his eyebrows once!

Without a compensator and *, the Uzi Rush 'sharp gun immediately jumped violently, and 9mm bullets poured out like a tide, but!

Except for the first three bullets that hit the enemy, the rest of the bullets flew into the sky!

Sparks flew in the cramped room, and the angry bullets couldn't find their target, so they simply crashed into the surrounding walls and pipes!

The dazed enemy splattered a few clouds of blood mist, and immediately turned his head, he never expected that a person would suddenly jump out behind him! But just as he closed his eyes and waited for death, he found that Duan Mo had beaten him blindly, but he didn't kill himself!

"Bang!" Almost instinctively, he raised the weapon in his hand, the crossbow, and immediately pulled the trigger!

With a muffled sound of "bang", the blue crossbow arrow came out in response and nailed straight to Duan Mo's head!

Duan Mo's already small amount of blood disappeared immediately, and his body went limp, and he fell to his knees in front of the enemy.

"Hey, aren't you the guy I punched on the roof just now?" The enemy looked incredulous, "Brother, you iron-headed baby!" How dare you come back and me? ”

Duan Mo had a light blue crossbow bolt stuck in his head, and he fell to his knees in humiliation, almost wishing to slap himself a few times!

Twice, twice! He thought he was in control, but he was knocked down by a punch from reality!

"It's so angry...... Why do I have such bad marksmanship...... Why is this broken * recoil so big......"

And that enemy is still adding fuel to the fire, "Brother, how did you survive until now with this technology?" Anyway, is it possible that I want to eat chicken today? Twice narrowly escaped death—"

"Bang!"

Before the elated enemy's voice fell, he fell in front of Duan Mo.

Behind him, Zuimeng was carrying an S868, and a faint smoke came out of the narrow barrel.

"There's no third time."

Drunken Dream said coldly.

Duan Mo raised his head and saw the drunken dream, and his heart was immediately overjoyed, and he hurriedly shouted, "Hurry up, hurry up!" Touch me, touch me! I'm still saved! ”

"You...... This is? Drunken Meng turned his gaze to Duan Mo, and his eyes were immediately full of doubts.

"I was beaten by him! Isn't that obvious?! The color in front of Duan Mo's eyes gradually disappeared, and he was about to hang up completely.

"But ......" Drunken Meng's grim face slowly turned crimson, and then, with a snort, laughed, "Why do you have an arrow on your head!" Hahaha......"

"Because he shot me with *! Big sister, don't worry about that, I'm going to die, come and touch me! The game experience is terrible, oh me! Duan Mo was anxious.

"Okay, good ......" Drunken Dream smiled and leaned back - this was definitely the happiest Drunken Dream since Duan Mo met Drunken Dream.

Duan Mo finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Drunken Dream began to rescue him, but his mood was still low.

"Alas, a bad horse...... Free fighting can't beat people, and marksmanship is like this......"

"You know yourself very well." Drunken Meng pulled Duan Mo up and threw him a first-aid kit and a few bottles of energy drinks, "Replenish the blood." ”

"I feel like if I continue like this, I won't survive a few rounds." Duan Mo grimaced and poured the energy drink into his mouth.

"Don't be discouraged," Zuimeng had already laughed enough at this time, and his face was still a little rosy, "Now that the rookies in the game have almost been eliminated, the remaining players are very good, and it's normal that you can't beat it." ”

"Maybe......" Duan Mo muttered.

"Then let's quickly search for supplies, there should be no other enemies in the power plant." Drunken Dream said, turning around to leave.

But she had just walked away a few steps, and there was a silent wail behind her—

"Oh my God! Why can't this arrow be pulled out?! ”

"Huh?" The drunken dream turned back and saw Duan Mo's appearance, and the smile that had just calmed down came back even harder-

"Hahahaha! You look like a ghost! Hahahaha! ”

Duan Mo grabbed the feathers on the tail of the crossbow arrow with both hands and pulled it outward, but the crossbow arrow seemed to grow from him, and it didn't move at all.

"What the...... Is it the system...... Bugs! Duan Mo exerted his strength to feed, but it had no effect.

"Hey, you're terrible!" Drunken dreams said that it was terrible, but it was still unbearably happy.

The crossbow arrow was inserted in the center of Duan Mo's forehead, and the arrow had already sunk into Duan Mo's brain, "I can't help it!" I can't get rid of this thing! ”

"If you can't get rid of it, forget it, it's pretty good......" Drunken Dream rarely smirked.

Of course, Duan Mo was ten thousand unhappy in his heart, but he suddenly realized that Drunken Dream was actually quite cute when he laughed, so he struggled for a moment and decided to take this arrow with him.

Although this crossbow arrow symbolized Duan Mo's humiliating fall to the ground just now......

"Is it really unpopular?" Drunk dreamed that Duan Mo really gave up, and laughed again.

"Forget it," Duan Mo shook his head, and even the crossbow arrow on his forehead shook, "I guess this broken game didn't design the act of pulling arrows at all." ”

"Okay, good-looking, like an Indian." Zuimeng rubbed his face that was sore from laughing, and finally calmed down, "I'll go upstairs to see if there are any rifles, and you go to the warehouse outside to have a look." ”

Duan Mo nodded, but muttered in his heart, "Indians won't stick arrows into their brains!" ”

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As the richest resource point on the main island, P City has always been a battleground for soldiers.

After Musou and the fritters landed, the gunshots in their ears were almost uninterrupted, and players were constantly eliminated every minute.

The fierce exchange of fire lasted for half an hour before the gunfire gradually subsided, and the two remained hidden opposite the garage in the western part of the town, like leopards lurking in the dark.

"Sister Wushuang, do you really think someone is coming to drive? The battle in the center of the city is so fierce, I'm afraid everyone is panicking. Youtters were crouching by the window of the two-story building, glancing out of the window from time to time, from which the garage could be clearly seen.

Now, the silver-white Dacia sedan in the garage is still parked there, and no one has come to drive it away.

Wushuang was constantly determining the location of other players through scattered gunshots, and at this moment, seeing the fritters asking, he replied impatiently: "Of course." They had just experienced a fierce battle, and they must be full of thoughts about leaving this place of right and wrong, and if they saw a car in the garage on the side of the road, how could they not drive it? Also, there are no other members of the organization entering the game in this game, so it can only rely on the two of us, I have repeatedly told you before entering the game, to obey the order unconditionally, why still don't you listen? ”

"I'm sorry Sister Wushuang, I was wrong!" The fritters immediately apologized, and then obediently put the gun on the window and continued to monitor the garage.

Maybe it was because the waiting was too boring, but after a while, Wushuang couldn't help but raise his head and asked, "Churros, have you bought any new items or skills recently?" ”

"Nope." The fritters replied honestly, "I have a pitiful lack of points, not enough to buy things." ”

Wushuang sighed when he heard this, probably thinking that the hope of winning this game was a little slimmer.

"Sister Wushuang, do you have any new skills?" The fritter asked again.

"Don't ask me that." Wushuang was like a grumpy lion, constantly pulling the bolt of the gun, "The last time I met that madman, I used up the talisman, and it was a full five hundred points!" I'm still distressed, where do I have the heart to buy other things. ”

"Sister Wushuang is angry." The fritters replied somewhat perfunctorily. Wushuang has always been obsessed with his amulet, and has already complained hundreds of times, and the ears of the fritters and other members of the QUN organization have already heard the calloon.

However, that time, thanks to the amulet that saved her life, the fritters, who were teammates on the same team, survived by luck, otherwise he would have met Hades with the other four members of the QUN organization.

Even so, the fritters still don't like to see this "Wushuang sister", although she has always called her kind, but for this fierce girl, the fritters often curse secretly in their hearts - "The woman's family is still so fierce, sooner or later I will let you kneel and lick me!" ”

But this kind of thing is just thinking about it, on weekdays, the fritters have long been used to being called by Wushuang, as the backbone of the QUN organization, and one of the earliest organizers, her status is much higher than that of a minion like him.

So the fritters repeatedly complained that they were not only oppressed in reality, but still had no status in the game world.

The more he thought about these messy things, the more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt, and at this moment, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of his eye.

The figure flickered down the street outside the building, and was nowhere to be seen, so much so that the fritters wondered if they were dazzled.

"Do you want to tell this woman?" The fritters turned around and secretly glanced at Wushuang, thought for a moment, and felt that it was better to forget it, otherwise Wushuang would definitely scold him again, besides, the players in P City are relatively dense, even if one or two people run over on the street, it is not unusual.

However, the fritters didn't know that the information he concealed would bring disaster to their team.