Chapter 5

After 10 days of special training, we had basically mastered the positioning and tactical coordination of all commonly used tournament maps, and most players in the internet café also knew that there was a game server in the CS local area network named "LOST" with a capacity limit of 10 that couldn't be easily entered, because there were always 5 guys locked in one team in this server, and the remaining 5 empty spots were in the other team. And the consequence of becoming their enemy was usually being wiped out inexplicably, and even if they were lucky enough to live a little longer, they often ended up being stabbed to death in the end... However, the internet café was large, so rookies who came in to be free sparring partners were endless, so we completed the training of tactical coordination with a relaxed and happy mood.

In the gaps of training, I kept dueling with Yang Mo and the others to improve my personal strength, and I was very happy to find that the three major advantages I relied on to dominate the country when playing Quake were now gradually transforming into my advantages in playing CS.

First, I have a reaction time that is better than the average person, so I can take the upper hand in encounters at some turns or exits. I often move my muzzle to where the enemy's head is about to appear by intuition even before I see the enemy. I always feel that this is not just a matter of reaction, maybe my...

Second, my dynamic vision is very outstanding, and I am best at hitting ahead of time. After training, I can even throw a grenade onto the head of an enemy who is moving... Finally, I have a pair of hands that are unusually stable and a mouse clicking accuracy that is incomparable. Of course, this is hard work tempered by countless Quake tournaments! Although my emotions are sometimes not very calm (Xu Ge: I won't say anything, tears are streaming down!), my hands are always dry and stable.

I turned to the teammates who were vomiting wildly, sneering: "What? Is there anyone who is not convinced?!"

Xu Ge: "Big brother! I'm convinced! Don't get excited!"

Andy: "Your mid-range shooting is still not my opponent! Wahahaha, I am the strongest..."

I continued to sneer: "Shall we compare point-shooting?"

Andy: "As for this... I still prefer close combat..."

Yang Mo turned his face away and pushed his glasses: "It's enough for me to know in my heart who is the strongest..."

Xiao K: "I'm better at hide-and-seek... what, do you want to compare with me?"

"Sigh," I sighed to the sky, "Why is it so hard to find an opponent?"

Everyone: "..."

Finally, we decided that everyone would act separately during the remaining time before the tournament, with the goal of raising their personal strength to another level. Although the tournament requires coordination, it is ultimately individuals who execute these coordinations. If everyone's strength can go up a level, the team's strength can have a qualitative improvement.

Yang Mo grabbed Andy, "Fatty brother, let's practice together! I'll learn rushing from you!"

Andy: "That's fine, I just happen to want to practice point-shooting, let's do it together!"

Xu Ge: "Boss, it's not that I won't accompany you... I want to go back and practice the sniper rifle, our team also lacks a sniper..."

Xiao K: "I'm going to find a place to hide and do special training..."

I stretched out my hand and hadn't had time to speak, but there was no one in front of me. I wanted to pull someone to duel with me... This bunch of heartless things! The shrill north wind blew~~ the long yellow leaves swept past~~ I pulled up my collar~~ and walked alone on the street~~...

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After practicing hard in the internet café for a few more days, I felt that my level had improved again, and I couldn't help but feel itchy, wanting to find someone to test my firepower. But those guys on the team didn't know where they had hidden, and because the tournament was imminent, the experts in this internet café were all playing with their teams, so no one was bored enough to play with me...

So I took three stops on the bus and went to an internet café I had never been to before, wanting to test what level my strength had reached against these strange opponents.

10 minutes later...

"Who exactly is Lucifer? Must be using a cheat, right? How come he headshots as soon as he sees you!?" The police boss seemed to be losing his temper.

"It's Lucifer again! All 4 policemen were killed by him alone!?" This time it was the terrorists who couldn't kill anyone who were hysterical.

While killing another policeman, I felt secretly happy in my heart: "As the saying goes, Mount Tai is not piled up, trains are not pushed, hunchbacks are not twisted, and this bragging is not blown! Someone actually suspects I'm using a cheat?! Really haven't seen an expert!..."

I was being smug when suddenly the door of the internet café "creaked" and was pushed open.

The biting autumn wind seemed to take the opportunity to drill in from the crack of the door, everyone felt a chill, and then the internet café became silent, only hearing a dry voice: "Boss, open a machine."

I followed the sound and looked, the person who came was thin, his hair was messy, his skin was dark and his age could not be seen, but the mouse tucked under his arm was very conspicuous, because this mouse was too big, so big that it could be tucked under the arm... I only heard that the Korean Zerg expert Byun-Z-Zone] used a super large mouse when I played StarCraft before, but it didn't seem to be this outrageous...

"The old Gun..." a player next to me muttered to himself.

"Old Gun?!" I suddenly remembered that there was a famous hacker named Old Gun, could it be?!...

"The old Gun join the game!" After this guy came in, he chose the police, the terrorists sighed, but the police were in high spirits.

The next round surprised even me. I don't know who threw a sniper rifle to this guy, but as a result, not only did I, who was the first to charge, die young, but the terrorist brothers behind me were also sniped one after another like cutting wheat. I seemed to hear the sound of the opponent gently blowing on the smoking muzzle...

He is a real expert! I was excited.

The next few rounds almost became a duel between me and Old Gun. Because we would soon kill everyone else on the other side, and then inevitably evolve into one-on-one. And every time I could hit him, but he would also hit me at the same time. Unfortunately, one bullet he hit me with was enough to decide the result, because he had been using a sniper rifle...

I jump! I circle! I dodge! I bomb! I used every means possible to try to take him out. However, it seemed that as long as he had a breath left, he could still shoot, and once his gun sounded, it had never missed... The people in the internet café seemed to have forgotten the experience of being abused by me just now, and all looked at me, who was gritting my teeth, with pity.

Damn it! One shot! As long as he misses one shot, I can take him out! I thought secretly, while turning my head to look at Old Gun himself, who was sitting four seats away from me. His hand was still placed so steadily on his outrageously large mouse, as if even if the sky fell, he wouldn't let his shot miss. Impossible, he couldn't be this accurate forever! I cheered myself up, but in an instant, another round of defeat made me start to feel: is killing him an impossible task?

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Phew~, another grenade flew over, I jumped back in a sorry state, but still lost more than ten points of blood. Damn it! Seeing Old Gun's outstanding performance, these policemen seemed to have taken stimulants, and their movements became agile one by one, while the terrorists seemed to be beaten down. With the rise and fall, I fought harder and harder, and several times I was almost beaten to death by the police, almost not lasting until Old Gun appeared.

"Tut tut tut", I poked my head out from behind the cover and fired a 3-round burst, blowing up another policeman, but I didn't have much blood left, and Old Gun hadn't appeared yet. I cheered up, threw a flashbang, followed by a burst of fire, and killed two more, and the remaining 2 police were a bit timid and retreated. The two terrorists behind me saw that there was a bargain to be picked up, and jumped out one after another. Before they landed, a crisp gunshot, one arrow and two eagles!

Old Gun finally came...

I shrank behind the cover, poked my head out here, exposed my ** there, trying to lure him to shoot, but Old Gun was very steady, never shooting without certainty, and the suffocating momentum pressed me so that I didn't dare to act rashly. I dodged again, a string of aimless bullets flew in his general direction, and then I dodged back. When I subconsciously reloaded, the clicking sound reminded me: the bullets were already used up..

I calmly observed my situation, my companions were all wiped out, the bullets were used up, there were no guns to pick up around, even the pistol bullets were gone, and besides Old Gun, there were two policemen holding M4s watching covetously...

There was only one road in front of me, and it was the most miserable one...

The grief and indignation of losing several rounds in a row and being powerless suddenly rushed to my forehead, even if I die, I must die like a hero! I held a dagger and roared, and rushed out of the cover diagonally, waiting for the crisp sniper rifle sound of Old Gun.

Those two police might have been scared by me and hadn't reacted yet, I rushed out several steps and still didn't shoot, strangely, Old Gun didn't either.

I rushed out two more steps, "Bang", the sniper sounded, the sound was like a phoenix singing in the nine heavens, that bullet of my fate rotated and grinned, whistling with the wind, so, a faint dust mist exploded on the ground at my feet, and a shallow bullet mark appeared.

Missed?!

I stopped abruptly, the tip of the knife in my hand pointed at Old Gun... but just at this moment, the M4 finally sounded, and the two policemen who had come to their senses quickly turned me into a colander that was not so standard...

A new round started, but I stood still and didn't move, thinking about Old Gun's strange mistake just now...

Just now I was desperate to die, for the first time I didn't stare at Old Gun, but rushed out diagonally, could it be that Old Gun missed because he couldn't guess the destination of my movement? My intuition told me so. Doing something with a purpose leaves traces and falls into a lower level, but just now I had no distracting thoughts and moved randomly, which instead made Old Gun, who was good at predicting the opponent's movement and giving a fatal blow, at a loss!

Thinking this through, my spirit was greatly boosted, and I rushed toward the police group like a tiger down the mountain, and for a while, flesh and blood flew...

When I killed the last policeman, I had no companions left...

"This is the how many-th time?" I thought lightly, "Only me and him left, for the final fight?" I loaded the bullets and rushed straight up, "However, the winner this time will be me!"

Old Gun watched my footsteps, which were as light as a dancer, turning and retreating diagonally on the avenue, and didn't shoot for a long time. Just at the moment he thought he had caught my movement trajectory, I stopped in place, so the cold bullet grazed my leg and hit the ground coldly. I seemed to have seen Old Gun's steady hand start to tremble... Bang, another shot, what a beautiful shot! Hit me, but I didn't fall, because he only hit my foot... I smiled and raised my AK...

This round, it was the terrorists' victory!

Old Gun took off his headphones and sighed, still that dry voice: "If it were an ordinary sniper, you would have been dead long ago, when you rushed straight..."

"If it were an ordinary sniper, I would have clicked him to death directly!" I wasn't polite.

Old Gun slowly took off his large mouse without looking up, "Who are you?"

"=LOST='s captain, Li Lin!" I said quickly.

"University of Science and Technology, Wang Dong." When he heard my name, he seemed to tremble, "Just call me Old Gun."

"You're a student?!" I was a bit surprised, I thought this guy must be thirty or forty years old...

"You know Andy, right? I'm in the same class as him." Old Gun ignored my rudeness.

"&#￥%!? You're only a sophomore?" Only then did I know that the world is full of wonders...

After calming down, I suddenly reacted, "How did you know I know Andy?"

"Heard Andy mention you, L.L!" Old Gun was calm. "You only beat me once today, see you at the tournament!"

"You also participated in that tournament?!"

"..." Old Gun didn't speak again, tucked the mouse under his arm and left.

Only then did I worry for the first time about the upcoming tournament. I didn't expect that such a small tournament would really hide experts.

However, my top priority was to practice the footwork I just used against him, this footwork... let's call it "Lost Dance"...

Lost footsteps...

Hehehe...

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