I'm going to stop the itch! If you take someone's head, I won't itch to death?!

Chen Chuan replied with a sneering sentence in his heart, and then glared at the dead fish and said, "It's okay, just leave it to me, be careful when you go to lick the bag." ”

As he spoke, he squatted under the wall of the building, and replaced the M416 in his hand with the Molotov cocktail he had just picked up.

The itching sensation on his nostrils began to move again, and his body, which had just been relaxed, began to tense again, and his nostrils were ready to expand at any time.

Throwing the Molotov cocktail at the window on the second floor, he threw two bottles in a row, one to the left window and one to the right window.

Doraa dreamed that Chen Chuan insisted on attacking alone, and he didn't talk nonsense at the moment, so he ran out of the house and ran in the direction of the hotel.

There was also a sound of hurried footsteps on the second floor of the building, apparently the lone wolf upstairs was burned by Chen Chuan and was looking for a place to hide.

Following the footsteps on the second floor, Chen Chuan had an extra fragmentation grenade in his hand, opened the safety bolt to warm up and waited for 2 seconds, then raised his hand and threw it to the window where the footsteps on the second floor came.

"Click......

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

The sound of fragmentation grenades rolling into the house and footsteps rang out, followed by a boom.

A large amount of smoke dispersed in the second-floor window, bringing up a system prompt.

'You knocked down ppkik99 with a frag grenade'

The itching sensation in his nose subsided instantly, making Chen Chuan let out a long breath.

Rushing into the house with M416, the flames burning on the second floor gradually extinguished, and when I went up, I saw a player kneeling in the corner of the second floor.

Looking at the players who had given up struggling and didn't talk on public frequency, Chen Chuan coughed softly and spoke in the team channel, "Nobita Shizuka will go to the hotel and the police station to lick the bag first when he drives back, and he will come and pick me up later." ”

He remembers knockouts and kills, both of which have an 'anti-itch' effect.

However, he didn't know whether the time of this 'anti-itching' effect would overlap, and he was not ready to experiment, and planned to use the safest method.

Wait for the 'itching' time to pass, then fill the person's head, or wait for them to drive over.

Nobita and Shizuka answered, driving the car in the direction of the hotel and the police station.

At the same time, there was the sound of an airplane engine in the sky, and Chen Chuan opened the door and ran to the balcony on the second floor, moving his perspective to find the route of the airdrop plane.

Whether this one can survive or not depends on how many people it will meet near the drop box.

Looking at the parachute open in the southwest, and the boxy dropbox that was slowly falling, Chen Chuan felt that the image of Ah Yin picking his nostrils in his mind was rapidly fading.

Thinking of the lines of the ability to eat chicken, he couldn't help but sneer in his heart, hum, this level wants to humiliate my dignity? Inexistent!

complained in his heart, but he still opened his mouth to urge, "Speed up brothers, the drop box is beckoning to us." ”

"Okay." Doraemon also saw the airdrop plane flying by, and he went over to lick the bag first, which would have been licked out.

Nobita and Shizuka slowed down, after all, it took a bit of time to rush to the roof of the hotel and lick the two bags on it.

When the itchiness of Chen Chuan's nose appeared again, Nobita and Shizuka had just finished licking it.

Holding on for more than ten seconds, the feet under the table were twisted together and twisted.

In his mind, the image of Ah Yin staring at the dead fish eyes and constantly picking his nostrils became clear again, and the tenor's laughter seemed to change into 'Pick it out, see how comfortable I am, what are you waiting for?' Isn't it time to pick your nose hard to implement the way of the samurai?! ’

The way of the samurai under is not to pick your nose! You won't be picked if you kill it!

Chen Chuan shouted frantically in his heart, the metacarpal bones on the back of his hand became clearly visible, and he stood on the balcony on the second floor and walked frantically sideways.

wanted to use footsteps to lure out the other two old yinbi, but the other two insisted on not coming forward, making him hold back his little fingers and sweat on his back.

Fortunately, it was only ten seconds, and Doraemon and the three of them drove downstairs after licking their bags.

Chen Chuan didn't want to think about it, so he turned around and made up for the players who were about to lose blood and died, and suddenly he turned over and jumped off the balcony when he came back to life.

The M416 in his hand was changed to 98K, and after getting into the car, he hurriedly looked in the direction where the airdrop box fell, "Hurry up, it's not too far from us, maybe we can hit it." ”

Doraemon answered, speeding towards the drop point of the drop box, and at the same time said in his thick voice, "Brother Chuan, you ...... today." Isn't it feeling well? It can't be an asthma or something, right? ”

“…… There may be some colds, nothing is a big problem. Also, I don't have asthma. Chen Chuan, who left the keyboard with his left hand, rubbed his nose, making his nose, which was itchy and trembling before, much more comfortable.

"Oh." Doraemon responded when he heard this, and then he smiled and said, "Brother Chuan is very energetic today, how many have you killed?" ”

"10."

Chen Chuan glanced at the number of kills in the upper right corner, and then secretly added in his heart, it's all mine! I want them all!

Nobita and Shizuka didn't speak quietly, I don't know if they were shocked by the number of killings by Chen Chuan, or by Chen Chuan's previous shouting.

The sedan raced towards the drop box, which was not very far away, and as they approached the school's school district, a dense burst of gunfire and car engines could be heard in the headset.

"This drop point, it's not easy to take......" Doraemon looked at the airdrop box that fell on the northeast side of the school district room and felt a little painful.

The roof of the school district occupies the absolute vantage point, and the people or cars close to the drop box are basically no different from live targets.

The surrounding cars and jeeps are far away from the circle, or find a sniper who can do trenches.

"This position, or we will leave?" Nobita, whose voice sounded very sunny, opened his mouth with some uncertainty.

"Don't be afraid, go to the low slope in the east, fight slowly, and you will definitely be able to gnaw this airdrop."

Chen Chuan's half-truthful opening, if he changed his usual time, he would also step back a little, but now the itching sensation in his nose began to move again, and it was obvious that the 'itching' time was almost over.

Hearing this, Doraemon glanced at the low slope to the east, hesitated for a moment and chose to believe Chen Chuan, although that position was not good in his opinion.

The sedan turned a corner and drove in the direction of the low slope, and a dense array of automatic rifle guns rang out, and the bullet line swept towards their car like a storm, sending sparks all over the car.

Doraemon and Nobita in the back seat of the driver's seat have green blood splashes, and their blood volume quickly decreases.

Without waiting for Doraemon to control the car to sway from side to side, and wanted to say that it was still too reluctant, Chen Chuan, who was in the back seat of the passenger seat, leaned out of the window and made a 98k "whoop" in his hand.

The sound of automatic rifle gunfire stopped abruptly, and the bullets on their car stopped.

His voice came from the headset that seemed to be happy and relieved, "Keep going, it's okay." ”