Chapter 3

There is a good saying in China: "If it's a mule or a horse, take it out for a walk."

A month later, there was a CS tournament at the internet café across the street. It was said there was corporate sponsorship, and the champion would get a 1,000-yuan prize, but the runner-up wouldn't get a cent. We didn't think much about it, just rubbed our hands: "It's time to go out for a 'walk'..."

The internet café had a rule: registered teams could practice there at a discounted rate of 3 yuan/hour for the month before the tournament, and teams could play practice matches against each other, with the café providing the referees.

It was the perfect chance for us to test our skills.

When registering, Yang Mo asked me: "Boss, what's our team called?"

In the eyes of the other teams nearby, a look I was familiar with immediately appeared: it was the same look the onlookers had when the fatty and I were playing CS...

In that instant, the passionate years I had spent on Lost Temple flashed through my mind. To commemorate the eternal StarCraft, I announced with great pride:

We are the "LOST" team!

"Pfft!" Someone nearby had already laughed out loud.

"Naming themselves the 'Lost' team before even competing..." someone whispered.

"K.O! you~lost~~!" another guy called out in a weird tone.

I turned around abruptly and, before Andy could go berserk, pointed at him and said: "How about it, let's play a practice match?" I never show my anger on my face.

"ok!~~ Let's go!" Although this guy spoke broken foreign gibberish (oh, sorry), he was quite straightforward.

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The match unfolded on De_dust.

"I'm walking on this bustling street~~" I hummed a song while following my teammate ** with a pistol. After a few days of getting familiar, I had mastered the basic controls of the game, and my teammates were all experts among experts in the internet café, so I shouldn't have anything to worry about~~

We soon arrived at a fork in the map. There were three paths ahead, and the police were likely hiding behind a wall on one of them...

We looked at each other and all five of us walked toward the middle path. Since it was the first round, no one had much money, so we all bought the most powerful pistol—the Desert Eagle. Of course, none of us bought armor. Firepower is everything! We firmly believed.

So when we reached the final turn, a flashbang seemed to fly from the ancient past toward the ancient future, and then exploded before our eyes, filled with ancient loneliness...

"That day you used a white cloth to cover my eyes and also covered the sky..."

Then came another flash.

And then two grenades.

Without armor, we were conquered by grenades just like that...

Afterward, the two guys from the other team guarding this path jumped in ungraciously to finish off our teammates who hadn't been blown up, then calmly threw away their pistols and picked up our Desert Eagles...

First round, police win.

In the following second and third rounds, because we had no money, although we tried to resist with pistols, it only proved the gap between pistols and submachine guns once again...

Only Xiao K cunningly hid on a crate and took out one person while the police were slaughtering us. Of course, he received a higher level of treatment: he was stabbed to death by four police officers and then whipped with machine gun fire. But he still smiled, identical to Yang Mo's fox-like smile: "After I died, I still successfully wasted their bullets..."

Fourth round, we finally saved enough money for full equipment, each holding the symbol of the terrorists: the AK47. If we lost again this time, we would have almost no chance of a comeback, so when we reached the fork again, we chose to split up.

Andy and Yang Mo went left, Xiao K and Xu Ge went middle, and I, as the captain, stayed behind to provide support.――Actually, it was because Xu Ge said: Don't follow me, you're in the way! And Yang Mo said: You go with Xiao K and the others, their group is stronger.

Helpless, I could only stay where I was, pull out my dagger, wave it at the sky, and shout with tears: I hold my sword and laugh at the sky, leaving my liver and gallbladder to the two Kunlun mountains!

So, when Andy's group reached the exit, he relied on his invincible rushing and jumped out, spraying wildly with his AK. When he discovered there were two opponents, he was already lying down, muttering: If you've got the guts, duel me!

Yang Mo killed one using a time difference before he too died with regret.

Looking at the other side, Xu Ge was hit by a flashbang again, so he danced a tragic dance of death in a holy white light... Xiao K didn't go out at all, hiding behind a corner and quietly watching Xu Ge fall...

The guy who killed Xu Ge waited for a while, and seeing no one else come out, he threw down his gun to pick up Xu Ge's AK. Xiao K was waiting for exactly this. The gun in his hand aimed with unusual accuracy at the policeman's abdomen. After three shots, he switched to his knife cleanly. While stabbing, he muttered: Let you stab me! Let you whip my corpse! After stabbing him to death, he felt it wasn't enough, so he sprayed a magazine of bullets onto the enemy's corpse. So, when he was reloading, two policemen with cold, smug smiles appeared before him at the right time...

Retribution came so fast!

So I was pleasantly surprised to find from the battle report in the top right corner of the screen: I was the only one left alive on the team.

Which meant, if I took out the remaining three policemen by myself, I would be a hero!

A surge of hot blood rushed to my heart, "Death is not scary! If my head is cut off, it's just a scar the size of a bowl! Eighteen years later, I'll be a hero again! Pressure? What's pressure! A lion only shows its strength when it's forced to the edge of a cliff, letting its opponent know: what a lion is!.."

Xu Ge sighed lightly: Sigh, the boss is getting excited...

So the result of this round taught everyone a truth: what a hero must do first is to survive...

The continuous eco rounds continued to stage scenes of submachine guns bullying pistols, the only difference being: this time Xiao K was stabbed to death on the crate, and he was whipped by five people instead of four... (Note 1)

Seventh round, police win. This time they just rushed out and sprayed wildly, winning cleanly.

After the thirteenth round ended, one side's score was still zero.

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"hi~ baby~ you lost~~" that fake foreigner twisted over again.

"Hope to see you in the tournament!" their captain patted my shoulder politely. Actually, this guy killed the most of us during the match...

"Yeah~~ meeting you in the first round was easy~~ but the chances of meeting you in the second round... hehehe" another smug guy, he seemed to be the unlucky policeman Xiao K had ambushed twice.

"I also hope to meet you in the tournament, really." I said word by word, "Let's go!"

When we walked out of the internet café, the voice of the opposing captain came from behind: "Remember! Our team is called 'NoNoYes!'"

"What kind of ghost name is that? nonoyes? The name really fits the person..." Xu Ge was still complaining.

"Xu Ge!" I suddenly interrupted him, "Among those few people, it's obvious that the captain has the best technique. If you were to duel that captain, who would win?"

"It would definitely be me! That guy isn't..."

"Andy, what about you dueling him?" I didn't even pay attention to Xu Ge.

"I could take two of him!" The fatty was almost jumping up.

"Very good, Yang Mo, what about you?"

"I could beat Andy." Yang Mo's glasses flashed with a cold light.

"Xiao K?"

"Duel? He wouldn't be able to find me, I could ambush him..."

"..."

I stood still and took a deep breath.

"Then why did we lose?"

"Because you're too weak!" the four of them said in unison.

"No!" I was still calm, although the veins on my forehead were bulging, "Because we had no coordination."

"Tomorrow, everyone collect five tactical coordination strategies from famous domestic and international teams, and we'll practice them one by one!" I gritted my teeth, "I don't believe we can't win!"

Xu Ge whispered in Yang Mo's ear: "See that? I told you, didn't I? This guy is the worst at losing..."

"Xu Ge, you're responsible for copying out the collected tactics!" My ears could legendarily hear a kitten blinking in the dark.

"Received..." Xu Ge wasn't afraid of anything else, just afraid of me getting excited.

"Alright, that's it, dismissed!"

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Note 1: Eco round is an economic round, where everyone doesn't buy guns to ensure equipment for the next round. It is roughly divided into offensive eco and defensive eco. In rare cases, there are also eco rounds where players buy Desert Eagles or other light weapons to try to turn the tide. 3D is known as the team with the strongest pistols in the world, and they often use the Desert Eagle comeback tactic.

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