Game Designers: You Don’t Understand Charity

   The point G outpost in the Sinai Desert was originally the farthest corner from the battlefield.

   Without knowing the detailed layout of the battle points, this side of the enemy is naturally the side that comes the least.

  When Yunfeng used fighter jets to suppress firepower, the capture of this neglected corner became a matter of course.

   "Mr. Yun is mighty!"

   "This operation is awesome!"

   "Gan, how can this plane fly so well, I can't learn it."

  In the channel, the players who had been suppressed for a long time finally breathed a sigh of relief and started discussing in the channel with a smile.

  High in the sky, Yun Feng nodded and directed in the channel.

   "Hold on, I will go to support other places."

  The fighter jet turned its head and flew towards point F, catching the enemy players who were suppressing the fierce firepower by surprise.

   On the menu, the number of Yunfeng's kills also began to rise slowly.

   "What are you all doing? A bunch of trash!"

  Abel roared in the channel.

  The serial collapse of the battle line caused shakes among the players, and the positions that had been firmly held were a little loose.

   "It's not our problem! That Yunfeng's fighter jet is flying very well, we can't counter it effectively!"

   Someone responded in panic.

  With a scream, he was quickly killed by a cold bullet from the sky.

   "Well, not bad, keep at this speed." Glancing at the number of kills, Yun Feng nodded on the plane.

  Actually, whether Yunfeng’s technology is good or bad, it is far from the level of those later generations who make players call "airplane guy" with gnashing teeth.

   But fortunately, these players who play Battlefield are only getting started with the game for the first time.

  Experienced players cannot fully familiarize themselves with the game mechanics in just a few games.

   This is also the reason why Yunfeng specially chose air combat. With poor information, it is impossible for the enemy to launch an effective countermeasure.

  Boom!

   Another round of bombing.

  Looking at various points on the map, the blue light of their army has a tendency to launch a counterattack. It seems that this round of confrontation has a great impact on morale.

only…

  Looking at the name of Liab on the menu, Yun Feng frowned slightly.

   "Good job, Yunfeng!"

   "I knew you had a way!"

  Outside the booth, Lao Mo clenched his fist excitedly as he watched Yunfeng's side gradually gain the upper hand on the screen.

   "According to this situation, the other party will soon admit defeat, right?!"

Beside   , Yun Mumu was thoughtful, but did not answer.

   "Huh? What's the matter?" Feeling something was wrong, Lao Mo turned around and asked.

   "It's not quite right." Yun Mumu looked at the big screen seriously, feeling a little puzzled.

   "It's all in this situation, the number of kills on the other side, the bite is too tight."

  Old Mo grimaced, turned his head suddenly, and looked at the menu panel that recorded the records of both players.

   Abel, who had been thrown away by Yunfeng by a large margin, now had the number of kills increasing at an uncompromising speed.

   Even faster!

  If this goes on, Yun Feng will be overtaken! Without much calculation, Lao Mo quickly came to this result, which is unbelievable.

"how so?!"

   Not long after, other players also quickly discovered this situation.

   It's just that the game is already fierce, and under the dazzling game, no one can trace the root of this strangeness clearly.

  In the booth, Abel's eyes met with several players around him without any trace, with a sneer on his face.

   "Yun Feng, Yun Feng, I thought it was necessary for Yun Mumu to go through such a lot of trouble and find some small tricks."

   "I didn't expect you to be so difficult."

   "It's a pity, after all, I'm still a little behind!"

  Sinai Desert, high altitude.

   After destroying the enemy army in a trench on the Nelson Ridge, the plane turned its head around, and the turbulent airflow scraped the fighter plane, leaving trails of flames.

  In the cabin, although Yun Feng suppressed the enemy again, Yun Feng's expression was not so relaxed.

  Looking at the slow growth in the number of kills, he sighed.

  As time passed, the opponent finally realized the threat of fighter jets.

  Even if it can't cause strong suppression, the opponent has a sense of defense, and the positions are extremely scattered.

   After a few rounds, Yunfeng's efficiency in killing the enemy has been greatly reduced.

   Looking at Abel, Yun Feng opened the menu again.

  The number of enemies killed by the opponent has been equal to his own.

  Thinking flashed across Yunfeng's eyes, as expected...Is that so?

   "I see!" Outside the booth, Yun Mumu suddenly exclaimed.

"what?"

   "I know why Abel's killing efficiency is so high." Yun Mumu's pretty face was slightly cold. After observing for so long, she finally found some clues.

   "He's cheating!"

   "Ah? This is impossible, right?" Lao Mo raised his eyebrows in surprise.

  The Battlefield was only launched today, how could there be cheats appearing so soon.

   "Stupid you, of course it's not cheating on the device!" Yun Mumu gritted her teeth.

   "Look at the people around Abel." Yun Mumu pointed to the Mazar communication station on the screen, where Abel and a group of players were fighting to their heart's content.

  Under the hail of bullets, the players on Yunfeng's side were powerless to fight back.

  Blood spattered, and Abel slaughtered recklessly.

   "This is?" Old Mo looked carefully, and found that the gun in Abel's hand had changed from a sniper to a rifle at some point.

  As he spewed flames from the muzzle again and again, players fell to the ground quickly.

   "How could it be so lethal?!" Lao Mo was shocked.

   Abel obviously didn't achieve a headshot, but with just one bullet, he could knock a player back to the respawn point.

  The power of a rifle is far inferior to that of a sniper!

   "Of course he can't do it alone." Yun Mumu bit her finger, "We're all hooked."

   "Those random players are all arranged by him!"

   This is the only explanation, and Yun Mumu can see it clearly.

  Originally, with the strength of the enemy, it would not take such a long time to have Abel at the Mazar communication station who wanted to capture point C.

  The reason is that the opponent deliberately slowed down the speed of killing the enemy, and other players except Abel were "paddling"!

   Completely avoid fatal injuries to enemy players, only put them into a near-death state, and then harvested by Abel.

  Where are the idle players on the opposite side, they are obviously the team that has been cooperating extremely well with Abel!

   I'm afraid the other party has already arranged to come in, for the purpose of attacking at this moment!

   "You're playing tricks on me!"

   Bang! Old Mo pounded his fist on the table angrily.

   "No wonder, it's no wonder that Abel, who is clearly a team game, insists on judging the number of enemies killed. No wonder this guy is not afraid to fight away in our game."

   "The other party has prepared this move a long time ago, and they are not afraid of our changes at all!" Lao Mo looked at Abel bitterly, wishing to cut him into pieces.

  Yun Mumu's eyes were filled with sadness, and she turned her head to look at Yun Feng, who was concentrating on the booth.

  The routine set by the opponent, even if she enters the game today, she will suffer a big somersault and lose the competition completely.

  Yunfeng, what can I do?

   This competition seems to be ushering in the worst ending.