After quitting the gun game, the whole world is forcing me to come back

In the second half of the game, the leading players had gradually distanced themselves from those behind them. Except for Chi Yu, who ran into walls everywhere, the rest were basically top players that everyone was familiar with.

However, there is also a group of people who are not comfortable in this game, and that is the vulnerable group of the championship-snipers.

There are very few snipers who have not been eliminated so far, and the biggest culprit that caused this tragedy is Freud.

He has been chasing and killing snipers since the beginning of the game. I don't know if he installed some kind of sniper radar, but he found ten of them in one go. Not to mention Tim, but also Irving from the Australian team, Canadian sniper Hand, if Shao Rui hadn't been following along, even Kou Ran would have been almost eliminated.

After killing and killing, Feraud locked on the next target - Dylan.

Dylan has been walking alone this time, but his living environment is not bad. Compared with other snipers, Dylan, who has been targeting Lin Xihe, is not bad in melee attacks, which is why he can survive among the crowd of assaulters. down reason.

It's just that he got to this point and was still being watched.

Dylan narrowly avoided the shotgun from the side. He didn't even notice that there was someone on his side. When he turned his head, he saw Feraud coming out from behind the monument.

The moment Dylan saw Freud, his eyes became serious.

"After fighting for a day, I finally met someone who can fight." He raised his gun provocatively, without shrinking at all because the opponent was an assaulter.

Feraud's eyes were calm, and he said bluntly, "You are far behind Gran Simbi."

Because Dylan's style of play is more similar to Lin Xihe's, and his appearance is also very handsome, which is quite similar to Lin Xihe's demeanor when he first debuted, so he has been named "Gransim of the next generation", what Feraud said Just mocking him.

Dylan wasn't angry at all, "Of course I can't compare to Xihe, and I don't want to compare to him, but you've been chasing him for so many years, and you still have a long way to go."

Freud's eyes suddenly sank, "Then I'll let you see who is far behind!"

Feraud attacked immediately, and Dylan had been paying attention to his movements. Seeing his movements, he immediately pulled the trigger on the magazine and took aim—boom!

Feraud was really irritated by him, he didn't dodge the attack at all, but directly swung the gun in the direction of the bullet, which happened to block the bullet!

The commentator said in surprise, "This is Alexey's move! In the last championship, Alexei used this move to resist Dylan's attack and quickly cut in, thus winning the championship!"

Dylan let out a "tsk", he really didn't like this move, he directly blocked the opponent's bullet, isn't this just playing tricks?If you have the guts, just shoot him head-on!

Dylan tightened his straps, drew his submachine gun from his side and fired.

The close-range attack submachine gun was very powerful, and Feraud couldn't get close for a while, so he hid behind the stone tablet sideways.

Dylan quickly reloaded and leaned forward with a slow pace. The surroundings were pitch black, and the words on the stone tablet could be vaguely seen under the moonlight.

He could just run away like this, but running away is not his style. Even if he doesn't care whether he can surpass Gransim, he must not tarnish the title of "next-generation gunslinger".

He listened to the movement on the other side of the wall, gripped the gun tightly in his hand, and rushed out quickly. ....

Feraud was also waiting for him, and the moment he rushed out of the corner, he pulled the trigger suddenly. Dylan rushed directly to the ground when he had expected it, just staggered with Feraud's bullet.

Dylan rolled past his feet, turned and shot Feraud in the leg as soon as he hit the ground.

There was a burst of enthusiastic cheers at the scene!Dylan has a very large fan base even in Russia, and it is very happy to see that he can compete with Freud.

The commentator also said, "Dylan is the only sniper who can fight back after being hit by Feraud! He is worthy of being the 'next-generation gunslinger'. Maybe he can become the terminator of Feraud's killing streak. !"

Dylan raised the corners of his lips and said provocatively, "If you're only at this level, it's a pity that you can't even touch Xihe's fingers."

If it was daytime, Dylan would have seen cloudy eyes in Freud's eyes, and a gloomy chill enveloping him from head to toe.Dylan only heard a crackling sound of joints, and in the next second a strong force knocked his gun away!

Dylan thought he was very careful, but when the force erupted, the two of them stood up and down. The flying gun hit his jaw, and a red mark was drawn on the side of his mouth.

Dylan's eyes tightened, and he wanted to touch the gun on his back immediately, but Feraud moved a step faster, grabbed the gun on his back, and lifted him up with the strength of the strap!

There was a burst of exclamation from the audience. Dylan was struggling but he was no match for Feraud at all. Feraud dragged him for three or four meters and threw him forward, Dylan was thrown to the ground like garbage.

He snorted, and before he could raise his head, Freud's gunshots rang out.

Dylan didn't bother to check where he was hurt, he got up and ran, and Feraud's bullets were aimed at his ankles like angry avatars.

Perhaps it was only at this time that Dylan vaguely realized how unwise it was for him to provoke this player who was born in a private game, worked as a mercenary, and lived a life of knife-edge blood in black market games. At this time, any means will be used.

But Dylan has a stubborn temper, even if he is vaguely aware of it, he will never admit it.

His submachine gun was blown away, and all he could rely on was the sniper rifle behind him.Seeing Feraud's figure approaching step by step, he pulled off the helmet of AWM and aimed at the man—clang!

It was the sound of the gun being kicked and smashed into the helmet. Feraud's speed was astonishingly fast and his strength was also very strong. Although it was his gun that kicked, Dylan's head was also knocked out.

Even if Feraud hadn't said it, Dylan would have understood.

He did it on purpose.

Assault guns are not counted as malicious attacks. Even within the scope of the rules, Feraud has a hundred ways to attack himself. This is the experience accumulated by players from private competitions.

The commentator's heart was raised. Although Feraud's attacks were not directly aimed at Dylan, they looked very violent. He even hoped that Dylan would immediately admit defeat and surrender, because even if it was within the scope of the rules, he was killed due to "accidental injury". Players who are forced to retire abound.

It would be a shame if it was Dylan.

But Dylan stared at him stubbornly, without the slightest intention of admitting defeat. Seeing that Feraud's next kick had already flown, there was another gunshot in the distance.

Feraud suddenly held his feet and rolled backwards, barely avoiding the blow.

"It's not good to use such a violent attack on a sniper, why don't you fight me?"

Although this was said easily, the chill in the words made people shudder. Those cold eyes were like a wolf in the jungle, and the moment they stared at their prey, they showed no emotion at all.

Dylan froze for a moment, then got up from the ground, "Don't meddle! This is none of your business, Bayu!"

Although it was not Dylan's intention, the fans at the scene cheered when they saw Bayu.

"Bayu has appeared! It seems that his target is Feraud! Bayu is a gun fighter, and he is also [-]-[-] against Feraud. Personally, I am looking forward to the duel between the two of them!"

Bayu came over without even looking at Dylan, which surprised Dylan, "Hey! Did you hear..."

Bayu suddenly raised his hand and struck in front of him. Dylan let go of his hand, and Bayu snatched the gun and carried it on his back skillfully.

"You'd better listen to me now."

The guns were snatched away, and Dylan couldn't use a weapon even if he wanted to fight, so he could only retreat to the side in displeasure.

Freud glanced at Dylan, "A hero saves the beauty?"

"Haha." Bayu smiled, but didn't reach his eyes, "I just see you upset."

After the words fell, Bayu swung a punch. This punch was so powerful that Freud still staggered a step even if he blocked it with his arm. Bayu didn't give him the slightest chance to fight back. He turned around and gave another roundabout kick.

His agility and crisp movements are completely incomparable to Dylan's stubborn resistance just now, and he is an expert at first glance.

When it comes to fighting, Feraud thinks he is no worse than Bayu, but he has not learned gun fighting skills, so fighting Bayu in the professional arena feels a bit awkward.

Feraud was forced back again and again by him, unable to even raise the gun, finally caught the opportunity and before he could pull the trigger, Bayu punched him and forced him to dodge. ....

Dylan's eyes followed those two closely. He always knew that Bayu was very strong, but the level of the team was inferior in the world, but now he really felt the strength of this man.

After all, he is a veteran player who has played for nearly ten years. When Bayu became famous in the first battle, he was still playing in the Junior Cup.This man was only hidden under the halo of Gransim and Bernardo, and no one would doubt his true strength.

Under Bayu's fierce attack, Feraud had to put away his gun and concentrate on dealing with it. As long as his hands were free, Feraud's fighting skills were not bad. He punched Bayu's chest, and Bayu quickly grabbed his wrist , with a backhand blow to the inside of his arm.

A sense of numbness came from his arm, and Fei Laod shook his arm vigorously, while Bayu had already taken the opportunity to draw out his gun—boom, boom!

The two unhurried shots were aimed at Feraud's lower abdomen, so that he had no chance to draw his gun sideways.

Feraud gritted his teeth and moved around in circles.

The commentary was also attracted by the tense battle situation, "Bayu's weapon TAR-21 is a relatively short assault rifle, but it still has the characteristics of fast firing rate and long distance. Coupled with his gun fighting skills, it can be said that Bayu Yu is one of the rare professional players who has no shortcomings in melee and long range attacks!"

Originally, the most important thing for a shotgunner to meet a rifleman is to close the distance, but to close the distance with a player like Bayu is completely courting death, and at a long distance, he will be kited infinitely, which is very difficult.

But Feraud has rich experience. He knows that Bayu's style of playing against him cannot last forever. His bullets will be empty, and that time is the time for him to fight back.

When Feraud's blood volume was reduced to half, Bayu's gun ran out of bullets. Dylan was anxious to help Bayu make up for the output, but he soon found that his worries were unnecessary.

Feraud has been calculating the amount of ammunition for Bayu, and leans over ahead of time.

There was no bullet in Bayu's gun, but he didn't back down. Instead, he strode forward, kicked roundabout and aimed at the gun in Feraud's hand, and quickly pulled out the magazine to load the gun.

Freud had to dodge sideways, and it was at this time that Bayu turned around, and the bullet was already loaded.

Feraud's eyes were full of anger. He didn't think he was worse than Bayu, but the damn professional game rules made him not know how to make a good shot. At this moment, he was pushed to the extreme, and he grabbed Bayu's waist , and hit the bottom plate with one blow.

Bayu hid fast enough, but he carried an extra gun on his back than usual, Flaud grabbed the gun and pulled him back. This scene was so familiar, Dylan couldn't sit still immediately, "Idiot! Give me back the gun!"  …

Even if the AWM is a light sniper rifle, it still weighs 10 jin. In order to pursue lightness, Bayu even chose the small and portable TAR-21 as a gun. Now that he has an extra [-] jin gun, the action is definitely not as good as usual .

Seeing Feraud rushing over again, Bayu quickly took off his gun and threw it at Dylan. He whipped his leg to prevent Feraud from approaching, and then aimed at his face and punched hard.

Freud raised his head to avoid it, but was stunned for a moment.

It is a foul to hit a player directly in the head.

Bayu smiled brightly at him, "I know you can hide."

After the words fell, another heavy punch was aimed at the bridge of the nose.

Feraud really wanted to let him hit and get a red card, but his physical fitness did not allow it. His reflex nerves trained in fighting all the year round began to subconsciously evade the moment Bayu swung his fist.

The commentator said nervously, "Bayu once again suppressed Feraud! This suppression is hard-won, but he has no chance to backhand the gun!"

The close combat between the two was evenly matched, and it was impossible to shoot one of them down, and it was completely deadlocked.

Dylan pulls the bolt and loads.

The two people on the other side heard the sound, and Fei Laode wanted to hide immediately, but Bayu grabbed his arm and shackled him tightly from behind.

"Who do you think he will hit with this shot?"

Freud seemed to have anticipated the ending, and struggled harder, and Bayu also increased his strength.

"Don't be afraid, I have no regrets when I was hit by him."

Freud cursed, "You crazy!"

The bullet escaped from the gun and flew straight towards the two of them. Feraud wanted to turn around, but Bayu held him tightly like Siamese twins until the bullet hit his chest.

"Oh, I won." Bayu whistled.

Feraud glared at him, "If I were you, Solo won with the help of others, I would definitely be ashamed to show off."

Bayu shrugged, "That's true, but Dylan is my wife, not someone else..."

The second half of Bayu's words were covered by the gunshot. He reacted quickly and rolled sideways, and the bullet hit the stone tablet behind him.

Dylan stared at him coldly, as if to say, "If you dare to say another word, I will beat you into a sieve."

Freud snorted, "It deserves it."

"It was just an accident." Bayu was still looking for a way for himself.

Feraud unloaded his gun and stopped as he walked past Dylan. "Next time you won't be so lucky."

Dylan also glanced at him coldly, "You will find that there is no difference in the result."

"Heh." Feraud left without saying anything.

Bayu patted his butt, "This time is really thrilling. Feraud is worthy of being a private racer. His physical fitness is amazing. I think even Bernardo in his heyday would find him difficult."

Dylan ignored him, turned around and left.

Only this time, before he took two steps, a gust of cold wind suddenly hit from behind, his outstanding reflexes made him instantly aware of the danger, and he immediately rolled to avoid the bullet.

He turned his head in disbelief, Bayu's gun was pointed straight at him, and then slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

"Don't go, you seem to have forgotten that this is an individual competition."

Dylan saw the seriousness in his eyes, and took a breath without a trace.