"It's really PUBG this time......" Wushuang smiled bitterly, and the domineering spirit in his eyes was gone.

"This ...... How to play this? "When you see such a safe zone, your heart is also a little broken - if you fight on such a flat terrain, then a rookie like him will definitely be the first to die." Is the game system deliberately messing with us, there are few bunkers on the bridge, and the end is to brush the safe zone in the emptiest place? ”

"No way, it looks like we'll have to clear these two groups of enemies from the bridge before the poisonous fog starts to spread." Although Wushuang was a little desperate, he still tried to think of a countermeasure, "Our only advantage over the other two teams is my skills. But if we shoot in an open area for a while, then our advantage will no longer exist - after all, there is no need for skill in shooting. So we'd better be proactive now. ”

"Sister Wushuang, what you said is too easy, although you have good skills, but others will not let you slaughter, now that the enemies are hiding behind cover, if you force an assault, it is very likely that you will put your life here!"

Wushuang sighed, a rare hesitation.

What the fritters said is also right, even if he can fight again, he is not King Kong's incorruptible body, and he will still die if he is shot.

"And," the fritters rushed out directly for fear of the grumpy Wushuang, and hurriedly added: "We still have a team of enemies above our heads, what if they sneak up on you while you're fighting?" ”

"But do we really have to wait until the next wave of poisonous fog spreads and then fight? In that case, it's still the team on top of your head who picked it up! Wushuang said indignantly.

The fritters looked up overhead, where there were only overlapping steel bars, and it was impossible to see where the enemy was hiding.

"In that case, you can only—" The fritters gritted their teeth, took a deep breath, and shouted in a somewhat trembling voice, "Brother on the bridge, you must also know that there is a team of enemies on the steel frame of the bridge. The poisonous fog is about to spread, the safe zone is very empty, and we are about to start fighting, before we can work together to kill the group above our heads? ”

Wushuang thought that the fritters would come up with some good solution, but he didn't expect him to start shouting at the other two teams on the bridge deck.

She sneered disdainfully and shook her head.

Now that the finals have begun, the players have already killed the red eye, how can it be possible to form an alliance with the fritters?

Sure enough, no one responded to the fritters at all.

"Everyone listen to my advice," the fritters did not give up, and continued to shout: "Solve the problem of this team on the head, it will be good for everyone!" They are on the steel frame, there is very little room to move, as long as we lock them in from several directions, they have no chance to resist at all, and everyone's ranking will be improved by one place! Do you want to be taken advantage of by others? ”

Although the shouting of the fritters was pale and weak, it still made the other two teams of players a little excited. In fact, they already knew that Duan Mo and Zuimeng were hiding on the bridge, but because the three teams on the bridge had been stalemate with each other, they didn't make a move against Duan Mo and them for a long time.

Duan Mo and Drunken Meng were condescending, like a sharp sword hanging above their heads, which could fall down at any time and stab into their heads, who wouldn't want to get rid of such a big hidden danger?

"We want to do it too, but can you promise not to sneak up on us?"

Behind the wreckage of the vehicle, a player asked in a sullen voice.

"Absolutely not!" Seeing that someone responded, the fritters immediately persuaded them more vigorously, "As long as those two old men are forced to die, we will have no worries, and we can fight to the death in a dignified manner!" ”

Then, the fritter nodded to Musou and motioned for her to shoot first.

Wushuang snorted, took a few steps back, and aimed the muzzle of the gun above his head.

Her gaze looked through the layers of steel frames and began to look for the traces of the "jumping clown".

Wushuang had already heard the sound of rustling on the steel frame, and had also judged the approximate location of the enemy, but because the steel frame was too dense, it seriously hindered her vision, and she couldn't find a suitable shooting angle. As long as the other teams on the bridge don't cause trouble, killing the enemies on the steel frame is as easy as taking out a bird's nest.

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Duan Mo lay on the steel frame and clearly heard the conversation between the teams below, and broke out in a cold sweat.

"Damn, I'm crazy!" Duan Mo whispered to Drunken Meng, "They want to join forces with us, what should we do?" ”

"What else can I do, I can only fight against the water." Drunken Dream bit her lip, "We're a fixed target for them, and once they find a position where they can shoot us, we're going to die." ”

"Why don't you jump down and fight them?"

"That's just going to make you die faster."

"Tsk...... It looks like it's dead. Although Duan Mo smiled bitterly, he didn't really care too much. The reward of points or something, it is too illusory, as long as he can survive, Duan Mo is already content.

"I didn't expect them to dare to join forces...... "Drunken Dream probably resigned himself to his fate, "It seems that LYB is really hated." ”

"Of course, no one wants to be taken advantage of." Duan Mo listened to the chaotic and low footsteps on the bridge deck, knowing that the enemy was looking for him, but he was helpless.

"It's a little unwilling." Drunken Dream smiled reluctantly, "It's almost Christmas." ”

"Huh?" Duan Mo was stunned for a moment, not knowing why Drunken Dream suddenly came up with such a sentence. After entering the game, Duan Mo had long forgotten the date, after all, for a game world with constant temperature and seasons, the human calendar had no practical effect. But now that Drunken Dream mentioned it, Duan Mo thought about it - it had been two months since he entered the game, and it was probably almost Christmas.

"I was thinking...... After this game, I will use the points to buy some gifts for you and Doudou, it seems that there is no play. Zuimeng shook his head, with an undisguised sense of loss on his face.

“……”

Duan Mo suddenly felt that this poor girl lying in the air more than thirty times above the ground had such a thin figure.

"Actually, I have prepared a big gift for you." He gently reached out and brushed away the broken hair from Zuimeng's ear.

"You?" Drunken Meng didn't believe that a person like Duan Mo would prepare a gift.

"Really." Duan Mo suddenly laughed very brightly, and then got up from the cold steel frame.

"Hey, don't stand up, you'll be easier to spot!" Drunken Dream hurriedly pulled him.

Sure enough, the moment Duan Mo stood up, Wushuang and the fritters immediately saw him!

"Where!" The fritter pointed with his hand, and it seemed that this enemy seemed familiar. "Duan Mo!"

"Duan Mo?!" Wushuang was about to shoot, and when he heard the name, he was stunned for a moment.

She clearly remembered that in the previous night mode, a player named Duan Mo almost killed her.

"The road is narrow." Wushuang pulled the bolt neatly, and Thomson's oversized drum began to spin rapidly as she pulled the trigger.

"It's actually these two people who ......" Duan Mo was also a little surprised, he didn't expect the two players of the QUN organization to hold out to the end, it seems that they really have two hits.

When the enemies met, they were very red-eyed.

In the previous drag racing battle, because the distance between the two sides was too far and they were always moving at high speed, they did not recognize each other, but this time they both recognized the identity of the enemy at the first time.

Duan Mo was condescending, looking down at the woman in a red power suit, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Before he knew it, his heart was beating wildly.

On his chest, the hourglass-shaped tattoo was burning hot, and this was the first time Duan Mo experimented with his new skill, the hourglass of Korolos.

"The decisive battle has finally begun." He squinted slightly, staring directly at the muzzle of the mussou's gun, and then bent his knees slightly, like a full string of bows and arrows.

"Pretending." Seeing Duan Mo's strange move, Wushuang didn't hesitate and still started shooting.

In an instant, the muzzle of Thomson's sharp gun erupted in flames, and behind the crisp sound like a typewriter was a powerful force that could tear the body apart!

This famous World War II gun, which was carried forward by the Mexican gangsters, made the god of war-like Wushuang completely incarnate into a gangster crazy flower!

At the same time, Duan Mo's heart rate had soared to 180 beats per minute, and his blood vessels seemed to be unable to withstand such tremendous pressure, and his skin began to ooze blood.

Korollos, the god of time, the eternal father.

The powerful power that controlled time suddenly poured into Duan Mo's body, and the whole world suddenly fell silent.

And Duan Mo's long-accumulated strength burst out at this moment, he kicked suddenly, thirty meters above the ground, on a steel frame less than thirty centimeters wide, like a Tibetan antelope in a plateau canyon!

The time of eternal progress was like a tide, blocked by Duan Moshengsheng. There were no more sharp gunshots in his ears, no more flickering gunfire, but instead ripples of slowly spreading soundprints, and frozen clusters of light as bright as nebulae!

The hourglass of time has stopped flowing, and this moment is eternity!

Duan Mo's health began to decrease the moment he activated the skill, but in just three seconds, half of his health had been consumed, and Duan Mo finally knew what Liu Ye meant by "price".

But compared to the power of Korolos, this loss is nothing at all.

Duan Mo walked between the steel frames, and the bullets fired by Wushuang kept falling behind him, stirring up clouds of gunpowder smoke and fire on the steel frames—but the next moment, the bullets with a speed of 800 meters per second seemed to be suddenly grabbed by an invisible hand and stopped in the air.

The whole world held its breath at this moment.

Duan Mo saw the sparks from the bullet grazing the steel and stopped in mid-air, saw the surprised look on Zuimeng's face behind him, saw the unparalleled silver teeth clenched in red clothes, and saw the look of fritters that was half resentful and half frightened.