CS Bonus Hunter

That's it-it's no one else, but the soul of the SIP team: military master Chen Mingfeng.

Chen Mingfeng used his sniper rifle to aim again at the side of Wang Dadao who was disposing of bombs. Even if victory was in sight, he was still cautious. The breeze from the tall buildings blew away the gun smoke of AWP. Chen Mingfeng said in his heart: "This is cooperation. The tacit understanding formed after countless trainings-you wild roads can't understand the cooperation." The teammates saw Chen Mingfeng's mouth appearing. An imperceptible smile.

With up to three seconds left, the police will again win the game. The significance of this game is that it is either the cornerstone of the police's victory in the first half or the turning point for the bandits to reverse the situation. Both sides knew this very well, so the competition was extremely fierce. However, according to the current situation, I am afraid that the police will be another city. Azhu looked at the screen with a pale face, his fingers clinging to the mouse.

The second-line players of the "SIP Team" couldn't help being happy. The victory in this round was already in the bag, and the victory in the first half was also beckoning. They almost couldn't help but want to cheer the hitter. Just then, another long AWP gunshot sounded.

Could it be that Chen Mingfeng found the last gangster? With Chen Mingfeng's marksmanship, the fate of the gangster can be imagined. It seems that this round was completely over in Chen Mingfeng's last shot... No! The sharp-eyed team saw that although Feng's name was in the information on the screen, it was not at the shooter's location, but... but the dead.

W, the last fighter of the bandit, exploded Chen Mingfeng's head with the same AWP.

Only Chen Mingfeng knew the weight of this gun. In fact, when W appeared in the intricate passage, Chen Mingfeng saw him, and switched the scope to W with great speed.

But W only moved his gun halfway. By the time he moved halfway, Chen Mingfeng had been hit and shot by the person who suddenly appeared from the passage. He was so unhurried, he seemed confident and careless. Chen Mingfeng fell to the ground like this, without any premonition beforehand. Wang Dadao saw the news of Chen Mingfeng's death.

He quickly made a judgment, judging from the position of the gunshot, W was at close range. If you continue to dismantle the bomb yourself (there is no more than two seconds to dismantle the bomb successfully), you are most likely to be attacked during the bomb dismantling process. Once he died, the police lost in this bureau. Wang Dadao made a decisive decision, gave up the bomb that was being dismantled, turned around to look for W, and fought to the death.

There are still 10 seconds left until the bomb explodes.

Kill the sniper gangster-he is definitely not his opponent at close range-and then turn around and disarm the bomb again, there is not enough time.

In fact, Wang Dao ran into W head-on almost as soon as he turned around. W appeared behind Wang Dadao like a ghost with AWP, which really frightened him. But the captain of Wang Dadao is so famous? He quickly jumped high to the left while raising his gun to shoot.

In CS, the sniper usually hides in a distant stronghold to sniper opponents at a long distance. This is determined by the characteristics of the sniper rifle. Although a shot is deadly and surprisingly powerful, in close combat, the inability to fire continuously and the slow opening and closing speed of the scope make its power useless.

When Wang Dadao started shooting, he still had doubts in his mind—if this man could kill Chen Mingfeng with one blow, how could he be so stupid that he would run to his nose with a big gun? Surely the opponent also knows the power of AK bursts and the flexibility relative to AWP? Why does he still do this?

There was not much time to think, Wang Dadao aimed at W's head and was ready to pull the trigger.

He held the mouse firmly with his fingers, and pressed the mouse button with his right index finger. A string of bullets flew towards W.

——As long as Wang Dao makes a move, he will never lose his goal.

All SIP players think so.

——The opponent is just a little rookie of a little-known little cai team. I should thank God for being able to reach the provincial final. Now is the time to send them home.

All SIP players still think so.

At this moment, W jumped high.

For a moment, there were only two people in the train track—W and Wang Dadao—both in a state of jumping off the ground, but Wang Dadao was falling back while W was rising. At the moment of flashing fire, there was another long AWP gunshot.

The two finally returned to the ground due to gravity. It's just that Wang Dadao has become a corpse, leaning backwards and falling to the ground.

-Jump!

Someone in the audience exclaimed.

Although using AWP to jump and kill in the air is a difficult action, it is not a shocking technique. However, the series of ultra-fast actions of W shooting, aiming and shooting in the air have been completed before landing, which really amazes the knowledgeable. However, the most surprising thing is that W dared to attack with AWP at such close range, using the big sniper as a submachine gun. What kind of confidence is behind this?

W stood quietly, put away the AWP, turned and left.

The audience and the referee were also silent. In the silence, the countdown bomb ticked until it exploded.

The worst round of the first half was finally over, and the bandits won their first victory since the start.

Everyone is wondering, who can have the last laugh? Those who originally thought that the SIP team would have won began to play drums. Maybe the Bounty Hunter team was stronger than they thought.

Who can win?

Only at the last moment can we know. Because there is no fate and no prophet in CS.

After an hour of hard work, the game between the bounty hunters and the SIP team is finally over. The crowds onlookers are like tides coming and going, "crashing"—just like the curtain call of a movie or the end of a love moment, simply clean and chilling.

Liu Zuo said, "Go back to the base."

Several people stood up, and at this moment Yanning disappeared from the crowd like a ghost. Brother Pit murmured: "It's really nowhere to go, without a trace..." Brother Pit and Azhu were taken back to the base by W's tricycle and Liu Zuo's bicycle. The four people entered the house silently. W sat in front of the computer and started his daily homework, searching for the latest hardware information on Zhujiang Road. Brother Pi laughed at him countless times and said: "I'm just a tricycle rider. How can I care about these things like a computer engineer? I think your most promising transformation is to sell pirated CDs. If you run fast, then It's more stable."

A Zhu asked puzzledly next to him: "Why do you want to run fast?"

Brother fart said: "Stupid, hide from the police!"

Azhu said, "Ah, no wonder."

Facing the ridicule of the fart brother, W is usually silent. But at the moment the fart brother said nothing. And W sat silently in front of the computer, flipping through every IT homepage in his collection.

Liu Zuo sat at the window, staring at the plane tree outside the window. A few months ago, the sycamore tree was still bare and bare on that unlucky day when the breeze was whistling, a day that everyone on earth should remember. Now the phoenix tree is already green, arrogant in the warm sunshine of early summer. Liu Zuozhen likes these phoenix trees, and he stayed in Nanjing because of these phoenix trees after graduating from university. If there were no such phoenix trees, Nanjing would have been such a boring city. Ai Liu stared at the phoenix trees outside the window with his left eyes, and tapped his fingers on the table subconsciously. The drum he beat was "Xianxian". He himself didn't realize that whenever he encountered frustration, confusion or bad mood, he would tap the table with his right index finger, and the drum must be a "celestial match". Because of pressing the mouse all the year round, the index finger of the right hand is already flexible enough to be comparable to that of a pianist-of course only the index finger of the right hand.

Liu Zuo and W sat in the room, each thinking about their thoughts in a dead silence. I don't know how long it took—maybe two hours, maybe longer—they heard Brother Pit's whine. The latter was pressing his head against the toilet door, growling low. Liu Zuo was taken aback and listened carefully. The fart brother was yelling: "Azhu, Zhutou 3, Xiaosanzi, stinky pig, dead pigtou... Hurry up, you have been in for two hours! You won’t come out again, I'm going to **** on my pants!"

At that time, the state of it can be used to describe the fart brother-Liu Zuo and W thought of it at the same time-that is "tragic". Brother fart flushed, holding his belt in his hands and shouting: "Isn't it just losing the game? Why are you guilty of old problems again? I didn't say you, you go to the toilet and use the toilet as your home when you lose the game. The problem should be corrected! Are you going to have a baby in it or... not good!"

I saw Brother Pi's face turned from red to white, then from white to green, with his hands covering his stomach, he begged: "Azhu, Brother Pig, Daddy Pig, Grandpa Pig~~~~ Please chat, come out..." Liu Zuo couldn't stand it anymore. He walked to the front of the toilet, knocked on the door of the toilet lightly, and said loudly: "The empty moraine is day and the sky is vast, and the ancient battles of sandy fish are always in spring and there is a lot of snow, and the livelihood is for cattle and sheep."

Suddenly, a choked voice came from the quiet toilet for a long time and said: "Lengjiao blows the tears of the country, and dry elm falls on the dream bed. Who is Yuyang from a mountain and river."

Just hearing a "squeak" sound, the toilet door opened. The tear-stained pighead 3 walked out of the toilet, hugged Liu Zuo's shoulder, and started crying.

Brother Fart was obviously silly, and even forgot his own urgency, stretched his neck and asked quietly, "Boss, how can you do it all at once?"

Liu Zuo shrugged and said, "This is what Pig Head 3 told me before-as long as he stays in the toilet and can't help himself, I only need to say the first four sentences, he will be like a mouse that meets cheese. Come out."

Brother Fart scratched his head again and said, "Boss, what does this poem mean, can you explain it?"

Liu Zuo said: "I don't understand either. I use homophonic