The score of this 'kill' beating was something Zi Feile had never expected. Looking at the 20 points on the panel, his brain was a little down.

"It turns out... It doesn't seem that difficult to brush up enough points? "The first player gave 6 points, the second player gave 14 points, and he probably killed someone else.

Kill points are cumulative, 5 points for yourself, and 5 points for killing others, then this person is equal to 10 points.

At the same time, after seeing the points, Zi Feile also reacted reluctantly, why are these two such dicks, dare to block three people directly.

They should have tasted the sweetness of 98k, without a helmet or a first-class helmet, one headshot will die.

Although the player is in the game, he is still a big living person. Big living people, who has nothing to do squatting on the ground, constantly shaking their bodies.

Most people will subconsciously hold their breath and stay motionless because of their nervous emotions, trying to reduce their sense of presence.

As everyone knows, this happened to give the rookie gun a chance. After all, this is different from the game, you have to keep tapping 'qe' to make the controlling character keep shaking his head, and he will be shot in the head without moving.

After collecting the supplies on the ground, Wen Renfeng and An Zhijie also ran out. While the three of them were talking briefly, seeing Zifeile shaking his body, the two of them were a little puzzled.

"What are you doing here?" Wen Fengxin said, my brother is becoming more and more perverted, and he has begun to tremble with excitement when he kills someone, so if you can't go back, I'll do psychological counseling for him, right?

An Zhijie also frowned again and again, obviously, he and Wen Renfeng thought of going together. Players in the gaming industry are basically divided into three categories.

One is the one that treats the game as a cultivation system, after all, it appeared more than a hundred years ago, and it's not a new thing.

Most of these people are the Yuancheng Super Management Association, the so-called 'clerical' of the gang. The other is to treat games as games, and most of these people are crazy.

Because it's a game, killing someone or something is exactly like eating and drinking. After all, who cares if an NPC or another player lives or dies?

For this kind of person, Zi Feile is a model. There is also a category of antiques, they do not have the concept of 'online games', they have their own understanding of this real game.

The elder of the Iron and Blood Society is this kind of person. In fact, the best mix at the moment is players like Zifeile.

After experiencing the baptism of online games, I don't take human life seriously for one reason or another.

It can be said that the 'fourth natural plague like locusts' is Zifeile. That is to say, there is only one life, otherwise, the world would have been ruined by them.

"You can't go on like this, Le Zai, you still have to have a trace of awe for life." An Zhijie couldn't help but nag.

It's okay to kill people, it's okay to kill a lot of people, but if you get the pleasure from killing, then it's not far from destruction.

Lu Xun said that if you want people to perish, you must first make people crazy. Isn't it crazy to kill people to get pleasure?

Zi Feile didn't expect that shaking his body would cause so many conjectures between the two, he gestured, and there were words in his mouth.

"Hugh~~biu!"

"See, if you don't shake your body, maybe a bullet will fly somewhere, and it will hit you in the head!"

"The power of these firearms, one shot can almost send you away, and you can go straight to the table."

“.....”

"....." After a moment of silence, there were two more men shaking their bodies on the reverse slope. Zi Feile smiled and handed An Zhijie a handful of 98k, and said: "Don't care about being brittle, this game may have a different way to play!" "If you don't wear a helmet, basically everyone will have the same hardness.

The premise is to use in-game items, not the player's own abilities. The rules are so magical and so turbulent.

An Zhijie checked the 98k and aimed through the scope, it seems that the most basic bolt should be able to be done.

As for the quasi-head .... It just depends on luck. Then the three of them briefly sorted out, and when they were about to set off again, there was a difference of opinion.

Wen Renfeng predicts that the next safety zone will definitely be in the school, so it is better to take a good position in one step and occupy a good position in advance.

Zi Feile looked at the place he described and shook his head frantically.

"Mr. Feng, believe me, the rooftop is not a good place!"

“？？ No, if you look at the dotted line on the map, it's clear that the rooftop has edges, and in case an enemy shoots from a distance, we have a place to hide. ”

"No, it's not safe." At this moment, Zi Feile was extremely stubborn.

"We continue to jungle, guarding the edge of the safe zone, blocking people to brush up on Brother Jie, Brother Jie only needs two heads at most." The rules of killing points, Zi Feile guessed some.

The lowest score should be four points, such as Wen Renfeng, he does not enjoy the blessing of the profession, it is four points, which also happens to correspond to the level.

An Zhijie's score is eight points, which means that even if he is very unlucky, he only needs two heads.

"But..."Wen Renfeng was a little tangled.

"The gambling component is too big, Wan didn't block two people, and the killing copy is over again, isn't Brother Jie going to suffer!" Hearing this, Zi Feile instantly understood Wen Renfeng's concerns.

Due to poor intelligence, he didn't know that the safe zone would have to be refreshed several more waves, and he was worried that after the next circle, the killing dungeon would be over.

The two of them insisted on their own words, and some argued, and An Zhijie on the side was very uncomfortable listening to it. I'm the big brother, and I should have taken care of my brothers, but right now.... An inexplicable talent almost abolished himself, and the killing copy had to rely on two little brothers to help him get through.

This made An Zhijie, who has been strong all his life, a little depressed. If I hadn't become a warrior in the first place..... He remembered the leader again, and gave himself a warrior token.

If I were a martial artist, I wouldn't have this kind of thing. Self-improvement of the profession, you don't have to worry about advanced things, born with a special template.

At this moment, two hundred meters away, a player with a revolver pinned to his waist noticed this side.

He has all the three-level, first-class, three-level armor and third-level bags on his body, but the only weapon is a revolver.

"Why do these three people keep shaking their bodies?" His face was full of confusion. It's understandable that three people don't get together and don't fight, after all, who can't meet an acquaintance or reach a consensus.

But you guys.... What does it mean to shake the body? Perform mystical rituals? With that in mind, he continued to crawl, little by little, in the direction of the reverse slope.

Two hundred meters is not far away, he has tried the revolver in his hand, and the power is surprisingly great!

"It's a good item, artifact!" He thinks so. Because the power of the bullet does not decrease with the range, it only 'falls'.

If you calculate the trajectory of the bullet, you may be able to get one shot per second. At this time, his eyes were fixed on Zi Feile.

"As long as you kid doesn't wear a helmet, you're happy!" As the distance got closer, he seemed to have foreseen Zi Feile's death.

"Guy, play games in the next life, remember to bring a helmet, boy!" ------ digression------ back then, when I first played Jedi, I just landed and picked up a revolver, and there was a cargo running in front, running diagonally, and running.

I took a revolver, aimed for a long time, and shot me in the head. The distance is at least 70 up, but not more than 100, because there is a grid that can be seen.

Revolvers, miracles, yyds!