anovelconsole Chapter 60 Betrayal!
Chapter 60 Betrayal!
"Wait a minute, the cameras aren't turning off, they're turning on slowly, rhythmically, to get things moving..."
The person playing with the machine made a guilty excuse:
"Cough cough, I just sat down and I've been chewing something in my mouth... Thank you, Pistol Team God of War... Let me spit out this throat lozenge first, okay?"
[They're stealing birds!]
Chew, chew, chew!
Is that Jissbon soap you're chewing?
"Hi everyone, I've turned on my webcam again."
After a few affected, deep male voices playing with the machine, the camera finally turned on.
A highly recognizable face appeared prominently in the lower left corner of the screen.
[Feels good]
Only this pig face is pleasing to the eye.
[Don't spit it out! Swallow it!]
Ignoring the sarcastic comments, it was only after playing the game that I realized this garbage image was actually chosen by TyLoo.
The map selection itself was an advantageous start, and then VP inexplicably chose to start as the terrorists...
In that case, losing the pistol round would be even more damaging!
It's important to know that in the CS format, the side that chooses the map loses the right to choose sides.
Generally speaking, in order to gain an advantage and feel for the game, the opposing team will choose to start with the policing on this map.
Aside from Anubis, there are very few maps that are actively explored by terrorists.
From the change in pace during this pistol round, the experienced machine player realized: God had hidden a tactic!
"Let's bet on B! One person from the white team will single-handedly place a Desert Eagle in A."
Hamburger frowned as he gave the order.
He was genuinely confused by VP's actions.
This is completely different from the style of previous demos.
VP, who is known for his constipation, has accelerated so fast!
We were completely unprepared.
Hamburger took a deep breath and quickly adjusted his state.
According to big data, after winning the pistol round, VP has a 60% chance of playing B in the second round.
So they directly called a group of bettors.
We weren't prepared for a direct gunfight, so we had the white team pick up a Desert Eagle and have one person guard A, while the others picked up pistols and decided to gamble on B to try our luck.
"Here it comes! VP isn't holding back anymore, they're going straight for B with a bomb! They've run into TyLoo's gamble on a 4B formation, do they have a chance?!"
He stared wide-eyed as he played with the machine.
"Smoke from the supermarket window, smoke from B pillar, Fame jumps in with a submachine gun to draw fire! Wow! B2 is taking the first wave of solo defense with his USP over here."
Mercury used a USP to headshot and kill Fame.
"But he was instantly killed! Kaze on the sofa tried to finish him off, but he was also instantly killed!"
"T's aggressive push only cost them one player, and the bomb site fell instantly! What about TyLoo's two pistols at B short?!"
Gunshots rang out.
Two more bluish-black corpses fell to the ground in B.
"Stop talking about it. In this situation, the P250 is no different from the USP."
He held his head in his hands while playing with the machine, leaning against the back of the gray ergonomic chair, which was pressed into a 120-degree angle.
In the blink of an eye, the four members of Tianlu Gambling Club died suddenly, torn to shreds like paper.
[Four people gambled, set up a trap, and were wiped out]
[Oh no, the Metropolitan Police are about to start arresting Asian thieves!]
[Tyrant, run! This time, the Desert Eagle can still be used as a sniper rifle next game (just kidding)!]
At this moment, only Bai Dao remained in the vast B area.
He had just sprinted all the way from Zone A to the supermarket entrance to provide backup.
In his hand, he only had a Desert Eagle with seven bullets.
He quickly gathered information about his teammates in his mind.
One sofa is at half health, one outer perimeter is at half health, one B small building is at full health, and one B2 building is at full health.
"We have to take down those people outside the supermarket first, otherwise everything else will be for nothing!"
The white path has a clear line of reasoning.
He had to quickly move to the bomb site and reduce the firing distance.
After all, at long range, if the Desert Eagle doesn't aim for the head, it can't take down a single enemy in one shot!
When facing four opponents, it's crucial to maximize the margin for error.
For the rest, we can only adapt to the situation.
[Bomb has been planted]
The beeping sound was like flipping the fuse of a killing switch.
The white path moved.
Little Peek swerves!
Hey!
The bullet grazed the corner of Bai Dao's clothes!
Successfully tricked them into revealing their location!
Right at the corner of the baggage station in front of the white car!
It's now!
Iguodala!
boom!
A figure emerged, and a gunshot rang out!
Tyr4nt used a Desert Eagle to headshot and kill n0rb3r7.
One shot ended Norbert's sinful life of killing three teammates.
After killing one person, Bai Dao quickly walked out of the supermarket entrance, bypassing the line of fire between himself and B Xiao.
In a fleeting glance, he spotted a T in B.
He had already reached the outer perimeter and taken another step towards the sofa.
This location is very particular.
Do not miss the right side of column B, and do not miss the window of building B2.
He single-handedly isolated himself in the besieged B area, creating a 1v1 arena where he could only face the bomb site.
"This guy probably just dropped the bomb and moved over from the sofa, and he's almost dead!"
As the white team predicted, FL1T on the opposite side planted a bomb in the center of the bomb site, which could be defended on B2 and B small.
Just as I was about to switch seats, my teammate suddenly died.
The speed at which the white path pulled over was so fast that FL1T didn't have time to land.
The two collided head-on!
For FL1T, this was an accident, but for the legitimate authorities, it was a premeditated act!
boom!
Tyr4nt killed FL1T with a Desert Eagle.
Knowing that the opponent was low on health, Bai Dao played it safe and didn't aim for the head.
Quickly fire two shots and take down the opponent.
The white path's killing stride didn't stop; it shifted to the left again, its crosshair aimed directly at B!
But this time, the Desert Eagle, CS's most unpredictable weapon and also the one he trusted most at the moment, betrayed him!
I don't know what this little B was thinking, but instead of facing him, she turned her back and ran into the dark room!
boom!
A shot was fired, and the bullet grazed the back of the opponent's head before entering the wall.
It's empty!
Bai Dao's heart sank suddenly.
Let the tiger return to the mountain!
The bag is a world bag that can be seen from both B2 and B1.
As long as he dares to drop the bag, both sides should listen for the sound and locate the position while pulling at the same time. Unless he starts spinning, he will surely die!
All their efforts were in vain; defeat was inevitable!
drop!
There is no way out; the white path bows its head in a vain gesture.
Bang! Rat-a-tat-tat!
The moment he looked up, Bai Dao killed Fame from B1 with his AK, and was then finished off by Jame from B2 at lightning speed.
Holy crap! That was close! That Desert Eagle practically made me wet with sweat!
[God: Young man, don't be so arrogant! You think you can call yourself a tyrant? Even a tyrant must submit to the authority of God.]
[A glorious defeat! TyLoo traded a broken Desert Eagle for three full-armor spears from VP – a huge win for them!]
[Wait, didn't the tyrant have an AK that Norbert dropped? Why didn't he use it sooner? If he had used it earlier, how could Mil have escaped to the dark room?]
"Oh dear!! What a pity!!!"
He clutched his head while playing the machine, writhing in pain like a maggot in his chair.
"So close! So close! The Desert Eagle betrayed the tyrant!"
Even though the white team shone brightly, this is ultimately a team game for five people.
The course of the game thereafter confirmed everyone's pre-match concerns.
VP is such a disgusting team!
After initially speeding up and disrupting Tianlu's rhythm, it then began to default to constipation.
Tianlu was completely bewildered by the attack.
The fatigue caused by jet lag is amplified under this slow, insidious torment.
Shooting skills gone awry! Lack of strategic thinking! Losing points all the way!
Hamburg glanced at the score.
0:6!