Chapter 122: Nostalgic New Game
"On my right hand is the red flame from the East City Division, what they are best at is the assault after the grenade bombardment, the current result is 1 defeat and 11 wins, the style of play is particularly fierce, whether this time can win the black devil and ascend to the throne of the championship, so stay tuned."
There is a large screen above them, which constantly switches the perspectives of various players, and the most popular one is the one in the Black Devils whose ID is AWP-King, which is a very arrogant name, but no one will think that his name is not worthy of the name.
As soon as the game started, he guarded the middle gate with a gun, and the police who went to Area B only jumped there and immediately shot him, and after firing a shot, AWP-King did not stop at all, and immediately walked in the direction of Gate A with a gun, passed through the wooden door, and was busy with the passage to the toilet pit.
As a result, the other party has not come out, but three bombs flew out, he quickly collected his gun and retreated, or was blown into residual blood, when retreating to the middle gate, he just met the enemy who rushed from the path, and he didn't need to open the mirror at all, and directly sniped the opponent blindly at close range.
Immediately after that, another person rushed up to the middle door, and he swung his sniper rifle and knocked him down directly, but at this time, a bomb suddenly appeared under his feet, and he was so frightened that he hurriedly ran backwards, and with a bang, the bomb went up to the western sky.
The camera immediately switches to a player whose ID is AK-King, and it is clear that these two people are the souls of each team, and it is he who sent AWP-King away with a bomb.
He runs with a pistol, but even when he comes face to face with an enemy, he can shoot one step ahead of others.
In his consciousness, it seems that there is only forward and backward, and there is no concept of stopping at all.
He completely crushes the enemy with maneuver and awareness, and has no concept of team combat.
There was no suspense in the result, and the red flame won the first game of the game. 78 Chinese first release www.7* m.7*
Dong Qiang was enthusiastic, but Liang Yifei didn't think so, he felt that with his consciousness, he would not be worse than AWP-King. After all, now, this game has just begun, and Liang Yifei played it for three years during college, and he really had no opponents before he switched to playing Legend.
In the second game, the coach of the Black Devils shouted loudly as soon as the game began.
"Four guarantees one, four guarantees one, you can't let the sniper king die first."
So the four bandits cowered at the base, and the result was a succession of bombs, and although the sniper king sniped to death two bomb-throwers, he was killed by the ak-king himself.
"You can't do this, the other party is too good at using bombs, you should take the initiative to rush."
Liang Yifei couldn't help but shout loudly.
The Black Devil's coach glared at him, ignored him, and yelled at the team again.
"Four guarantees one, four guarantees one, don't shrink into a ball, pull some apart."
"A good sniper doesn't need to be protected at all."
Liang Yifei couldn't help but shout loudly.
"Security, get him out of here!"
Originally, it was very popular to lose two games in a row, Liang Yifei was still making trouble here, and the coach pointed at Liang Yifei and yelled loudly.
Immediately, two security guards came over and warned Liang Yifei.
"Sir, quality spectators, if you shout here again to affect the game, I can only ask you out."
"It's too retarded, a good hand of cards is played into ......."
Seeing that the security guard was going to pull himself out, Liang Yifei hurriedly said.
"Okay, I won't say it, let's not say it, okay, anyway, the Black Devils are going to lose."
The Black Devils have never lost, and after losing two games in a row, their mentality completely collapsed, plus the coach just blindly blamed them, and gave them a tactic that could not be broken again.
The final game was even worse, even AWP-King didn't kill a single person, and they were all wiped out.
There was an hour-long intermission, and then the two sides swapped roles.
"It's no wonder that you don't lose with such a coach."
Liang Yifei felt that the outcome had been decided, so he planned to leave with Dong Qiang.
His words were heard by the coach of the Black Devil team, he had already successfully thrown the pot on the players, but now Liang Yifei threw the pot on his back with a word, he naturally couldn't accept it.
"Hey, which, who, did you just say that there is a problem with my tactics?"
"I didn't say it, it was!"
Liang Yifei retorted with a disdainful face.
"Do you know how to play this game, just talking nonsense here?"
"Will I play this game, or will we two practice?"
When the coach heard this, he couldn't help laughing out loud, strictly speaking, he was the first batch of CS players in Huaguo, and what he was best at was a sniper rifle, which is why he made a sniper rifle the core of this team.
Due to his talent, his skills are not as good as AWP-King, but for his understanding of this game, he feels that no one in China can match it.
Because he wants to form his own team, he is very familiar with the players in the CS game circle, but anyone who plays a little better, he knows it, and he knows that the current CS popular circle is still very small, and Shangjing is a standout.
Now a little-known guy actually wants to fight him alone, of course he doesn't care about it, although he wants to humiliate Liang Yifei, but because of his identity as a coach, he can't challenge him to fight, otherwise it will be too bad.
"Joke, why should I practice with you?"
"Lost, 500,000."
Liang Yifei didn't talk nonsense with him, just like what he said to Dong Qiang, and if he didn't agree, he would use money to smash it.
500,000 yuan in 2000 is not a small amount, the coach's annual salary is only 80,000, and under the condition of good results, in front of 500,000, it is obviously impossible to maintain calm.
"Can you get 500,000?"
The coach looked Liang Yifei up and down, and said in a tentative tone.
Liang Yifei beckoned the host to come over.
"Brother, please help us to be a witness, and whoever of us wins, I will pay you ten percent."
When the host heard this, he immediately smiled happily, ten percent is 50,000 yuan, and he only costs a few hundred yuan for one host.
After Liang Yifei finished speaking, he handed the host a bank card, and said with a smile: "Help verify whether the balance in it is enough for 500,000." ”
The coach took several cards from his wallet, and finally collected 50,000 yuan in cash from his friends to be enough for 500,000 yuan.
After the host verified the balance in the card, he was more respectful to Liang Yifei, in his eyes, Liang Yifei is an out-and-out rich second generation, so young, it is obvious that he can't earn so much money by his own ability.
Passers-by challenged the coach of the Changsheng team, this gimmick even stole the limelight of this championship battle, and the audience began to talk about it, but although Liang Yifei was very imposing, no one believed that he would really win, and everyone just guessed how badly he would lose.