Don't fall in love in the Shura field [e-sports]

In the first game, the game begins.

How many people from CNG? As soon as they landed, Yuan Xing's roar was heard in the team's voice: "Me? Why is it Garden City again! The first game in the morning was also played in Garden City!"

Maomao also groaned: "How do you welcome us here in Baisui Village? Does this mean that we should put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately, and go directly to retire?"

"It seems? CNG's fate with Garden City these two days? It's not shallow," commentator A said with a smile. Someone got stuck on the road in the port area, right?"

Narrator B nodded: "Yes, the famous tollbooth route has a 90% chance of getting stuck, so CNG probably won't choose this route this time...Huh?? "

Before he finished speaking, he saw CNG rushing towards the port area.

"——CNG is going to fight for the port area?" Narrator B opened his eyes wide.

That's right, CNG is still in Ganggang District.The fishing ground is just below the port area, and you can become the leader of the tollbooth as soon as you win. The early advantage is too important. Although the risk is high, this? It is indeed a deal worth fighting for.

"In the CNG dictionary, there is really no such word as 'retire in spite of difficulties'." The commentator shook his head.

Ji Xing picked up a VECTOR on the ground, and heard Maomao quickly report in the earphone: "There are two teams in the city, and one team is coming this way from the NW direction. It has been hanging behind our buttocks. It should also want to go to the port area. .”

Zhu Lan opened the mirror and glanced back through the telescope, and curled her lips: "Since this? Why do you want to catch up? Then wait for them—Yuan Xing goes to the back to find a car, and Maomao looks at the vision on both sides. Open here to welcome guests."

"Come on!" Zhu Lan's order didn't need to be considered, Yuan Xing howled, turned on the fully automatic, and went directly to the back of the house to find the car first.

"People are coming," Maomao found a high balcony, crawled down behind a pile of flowerpots, turned on the mirror to stare at people, and said, "Full formation, no cars, or NW direction."

Ji Xing didn't enter the house next to him. He found a fence and fired a frame gun.

This group of people probably followed and found that the person in front was gone, and their forward speed gradually slowed down, so they cautiously touched this side.

At this time, Yuan Xing happened to be driving in the team voice: "I found the car, about 300 meters behind the house, off-roading in the desert."

"Well," Zhu Lan agreed, "Come here now? It will reveal your location, so you wait there for a while, and wait for the response."

He was talking here, but before he could make a signal, Ji Xing had already fired the first shot in tacit understanding.

Ji Xing has always been very fast in picking up supplies on the ground. Just now, when he arrived here, he immediately touched a lot of good things. At this time, his pockets have already grown very fat.

He and other people have never had a good shot. One shot of win94 directly knocked down a person wearing a second-level helmet on the opposite side. Then he shot another shot neatly. Before his teammates could react Accepted people?

The rifle on the opposite side fired fully automatic fire. Ji Xing hid behind the fence and threw a flash bullet outside. Taking advantage of the blind spot at that moment, he quickly shifted his position and moved to the small bungalow next to him.

One person was lost on the opposite side, and the specific location of how many people in CNG has not been found out yet, so they subconsciously wanted to hide behind the bunker.

Zhu Lan next to her hooked her lips.He had been staring at the corner of the bunker for a long time, and he could clearly see the movements of those people from his slightly tilted angle of view. The opposite side didn't even touch the side of the bunker, and he was directly exploded by two consecutive precise sniper shots. Lost two heads?

The power of 98k is still there, and there is no third-level head on the opposite side. After being hit by it twice, there is no way to hide. Ji Xing, who was replaced by VECTOR, directly flicked down a series of bullets, and the last trace of blood was peeled off.

"Beautiful! This wave can cooperate!" Narrator A clapped his hands twice, "The three of CNG? They ate the heads of the four people on the opposite side. This wave made a lot of money!"

After waiting for the rabbits to finish eating the whole formation, the three of them quickly licked their bags, went around the back of the house to join Yuan Xing, and drove directly to the port area in an off-road vehicle.

Maybe it was yesterday? I suffered a loss in the port area, and the feng shui took turns. CNG this time? The port area just went very smoothly.

"The number of kills is already 11," commentator A gently shook his head, "Teams like CNG cannot be allowed to grow too fat in the early stage, once they become fat... the consequences are unpredictable. "

Commentator B looked at the points? Ranking: "There are still six teams left, and there are three left in CNG? Let's see if we can get another team... Hey, it's beautiful!!"

In the first round, CNG ranked second with 15 kills and 210 points.

The first game of a game is very important, not only is it a question of whether to enter the state quickly or slowly, but also the first game has a great impact on the mentality of the players.Although the normal mentality of the CNG four is not easy to be affected, but when encountering this kind of game that goes smoothly, it can still boost morale.

Four? The mentality is stable, and there is no mistake in their performance. After the second game, CNG still has the advantage.

At the final settlement of the third round, CNG still had the advantage. Ephemeral killed 7 players?, Crush killed 5 players?, ranked third in a single game, and ranked second in total points.

Fourth inning.Compared with the previous tailwind, this round started with a slight fluctuation. CNG landed on the school field, and unfortunately met the domestic Jinfeng team. Both teams fought a wave of fire without knowing who the opponent was. The first game was that the domestic teams fought each other. After a wave of internal friction, Team Jinfeng slipped down the rankings, and CNG dropped to third.

Fifth game.

Ji Xing placed his left hand on the keyboard. While waiting for the data to be loaded, he saw Zhu Lan slightly turn his wrist from the corner of his eye.

He was subconsciously startled by Zhu Lan's movement of turning his wrist, and almost blurted out: "You..."

Zhu Lan was wearing sound-proof earphones, and at first she didn't hear it, but then she inexplicably sensed the sight of the people next to her and turned her head.

Seeing Ji Xing staring at him, he was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help but roll up the sleeves of the team uniform a little bit, revealing a section of the wrist guard underneath: "The position of the wrist guard is out of place just now, just adjust it."

Ji Xing looked at the half of Zhu Lan's wristband exposed under his sleeve, and heaved a sigh of relief.

He might be a little jittery, and he thought that he had only played four rounds, so there should be no big problems for the time being.

Just as he was about to turn his head, he took advantage of the light from the computer screen, and suddenly saw that the color under the wristband seemed to be wrong. The part was almost pale, not normal skin, but... ..... Myotropic Bandages.

Ji Xing's eyes trembled instantly.

But the fifth game had already started, Zhu Lan didn't respond to him anymore and put back his sleeves.

The heart that had just fallen back to the ground hung up again. Ji Xing was a little messed up by the muscular effect bandage. He wished that this situation would end quickly, and he could have a half-hour break in the middle, so he unconsciously changed his hands. fierce.

"Crush? Is it..." In the commentary booth, the two commentators couldn't help but look at each other after seeing him go down and harvest two people's head? "Have you been stimulated by something?" This? A shuttle went down to the opposite side and it went straight to misfire, this? Is the killing god possessed? Started to take people? Sacrificial offerings."

Backstage Zhou Zhou was also stunned: "Ji Xing? Is it..."

"Ji Xing is running out of time." Lu Kai just kept staring at Zhu Lan's hand. Seeing Ji Xing's operation, he immediately understood what he wanted to do. "He wants to kill this team first, so he can take a shortcut." Rush to the Harbor Bridge, he wants to get off the pier early?"

Zhou Zhou looked at the screen with his mouth open for a while, and he understood: "Take time...Is he worried about Zhu Lan's hand? Is there something wrong with Zhu Lan's hand?"

Lu Kai glanced at his watch and frowned: "It's been more than two hours..."

For this kind of top competition, all the top teams from various Asian countries are competing, and it is common to play forty minutes in a round.

The ten rounds are concentrated in one afternoon, from noon to night, and only half an hour between the first five rounds and the last five rounds is reserved for the players to take a break, which is a great load on the players' wrists and arms .

After the qualifiers, the inside story of the dispute two years ago that CNG broke out was undoubtedly a bomb, and almost no one in the circle knew about it.After pondering for a while, the narrator and the director also reacted, and directly switched the perspective to CNG.

In the camera, Ji Xing pursed his lips, the corners of his lips almost forming a sharp straight line.

He's not a player who brings personal emotions into a game, he always felt that was unprofessional.But this? I don’t know why in this round—maybe it was because I suppressed Zhu Lan’s hand injury for too long before, and the muscle-effect bandage that was pressed under the wristband suddenly opened? There was an emotional gap, and then all of a sudden I can't control it.

He began to show his head frequently behind the bunker, looking for someone to match the gun, and every time he was the first to fight, taking advantage of the moment when the opponent showed up, he forcefully fought firepower.

"How long has it been since the start of the game... six people? Heads up," Maomao murmured, looking at the kill numbers that were still jumping online, "Brother Ji, what's wrong with you? This round? Why is it so fierce?"

Maomao sat far away, and didn't see the scene just now. He listened to the constant sound of bullet casings falling to the ground, except for some situations.

Yuan Xing shook his head?He saw it just now, and he knew in his heart what was going on, but he couldn't say anything, so he could only help Ji Xing to set up his vision when he was fighting with the opposite side.

Ji Xing's operation is almost a blood-for-blood operation. Every time he takes someone's head?, he also goes down half a tube of blood.

Just when he was about to show his face again behind the bunker, Zhu Lan, who had been silent all this time, spoke.

Zhu Lan's tone was very calm, and there was almost no disturbance when she listened carefully. She just asked, "What are you doing?"

Ji Xing didn't speak.

This kind of continuous shooting operation requires extremely high concentration and connectivity of the player. He was briefly distracted, and the person opposite him in the magnifying glass had already set up the gun one step earlier.

Too late? Too late... Ji Xing gritted his teeth.

The next second—

"boom!"

During the extreme speed, Zhu Lan didn't even turn on the mirror, abruptly, half a second early, and directly exploded the head of the opposite person with an extremely tricky angle, covering Ji Xing and retreating to the bunker at that moment of life and death. .

After Zhu Lan shot this shot, regardless of the exclamation of the audience that couldn't be concealed in the earphones, she asked again in a deep voice: "What are you doing?"

Ji Xing's face was a little pale by the monitor, and he pursed his lips in silence.

"Me? No matter what your reason is," Zhu Lan called Ji Xing's player ID in such a low voice for the first time on the field, her voice was a bit cold, "Crush, this is a four-row match, not a solo match, next time If this happens, I won't save you."

This is almost the only serious sentence that Zhu Lan has said to him since Ji Xing joined the team. In the team voice, Yuan Xing and Maomao held their breath, not even daring to say a word.

Ji Xing stared at the person opposite on the screen? He fell to the ground, squeezed the mouse tightly, and said hoarsely after a long while, "... Got it."

At the end of the fifth game, CNG ranked fourth in a single game.

After the end of the five rounds, there was a half-hour break. How many people from CNG returned to the waiting room.

As soon as he arrived at the door of the lounge, Zhou Zhou rushed over and said, "Zhu Lan, how is your hand? The physical therapist is inside, so hurry up and show him, there is still half an hour to massage Come down? In time."

Ji Xing was at the end of the line and raised his eyes upon hearing the sound.

When he raised his eyes, he happened to meet Zhu Lan's gaze.

Zhu Lan stood at the door of the lounge, did not go in, he was tall, covered the light coming in from the door, half of his body was covered in the dim light of the corridor.

"You all go out." Zhu Lan turned her head outward.

Zhou Zhou was impatient: "What are you doing at this moment? It's only half an hour, you..."

"I? Said, you go out," Zhu Lan stood there without moving, and repeated, "including the physical therapist."

Zhu Lan is not usually a person who will speak harshly to others by relying on his status as the captain. It is normal for him to be venomous and immoral, but these people in the team know that he is not really angry.But when he put away the sloppy energy in his body, when he spoke like this with no expression on his face, even his non-stern tone revealed an extremely powerful sense of oppression that could not be refuted.

Zhou Zhou looked at Ji Xing and Zhu Lan several times, stomped his feet, and called the physiotherapist out.

How many people are left? Standing in the corridor, subconsciously trying to smooth things over.

Ji Xing was at the end, listening to Yuan Xing and Mao Mao defending themselves, without saying a word.He tilted his head and looked out the window, but he could feel Zhu Lan's eyes on him.

The teammates slowly started to walk out, Ji Xing squeezed his fingers, found the cigarette case in his trouser pocket, and held his knuckles a little white.

"Ji Xing," Zhu Lan looked at him at the door of the lounge for a while, then knocked on the door frame, "Come here."