Game Designers: You Don’t Understand Charity

   "Hold it, stand it up!"

   Watching his teammates rout everywhere, Abel started to roar.

   It's just that as the players gradually gather, they have no chance to regain the situation.

  In terms of strength, maybe all the teammates around him are good players, but there are so many people on the opposite side.

  The current situation of troops is almost two or three people pressing down on one person to fight. No matter how good the marksmanship is, it cannot sustain such consumption.

  Even if one is exchanged for one or even one is exchanged for two, they are still the ones who lose money.

   "Hold together, get together!"

  The remaining players approached Abel in a panic, barely maintaining their formation.

  Beads of sweat dripped from Abel's forehead, watching his teammates fall again and again, knowing that the situation was finally serious.

   Most deadly... Abel looked up to the sky.

   A chilling hum began to echo across the battlefield, and a fighter finally appeared on the battlefield.

  Even if he couldn’t see the people inside, Abel could still feel the eagle-like eyes of the fighter.

   A round of bombing, several teammates in the trench were instantly beaten up.

   "Yunfeng!" Abel gritted his teeth.

  He could feel the provocation from the other party.

  As the Mazar communication station and the others are gradually declining, there are not many opportunities to harvest people here, but Yunfeng still appears here.

  Abel knew that his plan could no longer continue.

  Faced with the concentration of troops several times, unless he also summons the same number of teammates to fight, otherwise he will no longer be able to use the efficient team killing method before.

   Once the troops are assembled, and no one can suppress Yunfeng's fighter jets, it is just a gift for the other party.

  Abel realized at this moment that the battlefield is a war game after all, and the situation cannot be dominated by force.

  You can know it without thinking about it. The battle situation has evolved into what it is now, and there must be this Yun Feng who has been directing in the channel.

  At this moment, he remembered that Sura II was called by the players—the strongest commander on the surface!

  Before, Yunfeng’s killing speed slowed down not only because of his obstruction, but also because he was distracted from directing the entire battle situation while manipulating the fighter jet!

  In such a short period of time, he took advantage of the battle situation to tightly restrain his own combat power!

  So, now, what level of lethality can the opponent without any constraints achieve?

  Abel stared at the fighter plane in the sky. The other party seemed to have no intention of continuing to entangle with him. He turned the nose and flew to other battlefields.

   It is conceivable that what a ferocious massacre the other party will carry out next.

  Abel's eyes turned red, he let out a roar, and raised his rifle like crazy to vent to the enemies on the battlefield.

   It's just a dense rain of bullets pouring down, no matter how strong the strength is, it is impossible to last for a long time.

   Soon, Abel's screen went dark.

  The Mazar communication station at point C also lit up with a blue light.

   Thoroughly, occupy.

   "Damn it!!" Abel roared angrily at the computer desk.

   "Impossible, I can't lose in this kind of place!"

  A feeling called fear rose from Abel's heart for the first time.

  Everything that the white-haired oriental man promised him was based on the premise that he won this competition.

  That's why he took great pains to follow the opponent's trick and organize such a wave of conspiracy.

   But it didn't matter if it didn't hurt Yun Mumu, but even Yun Feng crushed him to the ground.

  If the game is lost...what will happen to him?

  Abel's lips were slightly pale, and he turned his head to look at Frank and the others not far away, who had already cast doubtful eyes on him.

  With a chill down his spine, Abel shuddered and looked to the other side of the booth.

  I saw a man in a Tang suit with a mustache looking at him with a fake smile, but it made him feel cold all over.

  That person is definitely not easy to mess with, if I fall into the hands of the other party...

  Abel shook his head vigorously.

   No, there must be a chance, I am stronger, if not for the broken plane on the other side...

etc…

   Abel patted his head and suddenly froze.

   "As expected of Yun Feng, with this blow, the opponent has no power to fight back. It's wonderful."

  By the booth, Lao Mo looked at the numbers on the screen in admiration.

  Yunfeng's kill count, which was far behind, has already moved at an astonishing speed.

   Soon, he will completely tie with Abel and leave him behind.

   Now, let's see what else to say on the other side.

   "I think we can pop champagne."

   Squinting his eyes and fanning the paper fan comfortably, Lao Mo hummed a little song.

   Then he was hit **** the back of the head.

   "What are you driving, don't set the flag if you have nothing to do! I owe you a beating."

  Old Mo clutched his head in pain and turned his head, only to see the menacing Yun Mumu.

   "I'm right, how can this situation be reversed?" After muttering a few times, Lao Mo didn't say anything more.

   "It's hard to say." Yun Mumu didn't express his worries.

  If the opponent on the opposite side was her own, although the situation was uncomfortable, it was far from hopeless.

   There is another way... I just hope the other party didn't think of it.

   "Wait, look!" At this moment, the crowd exclaimed.

  Yun Mumu's eyebrows twitched, and she hurriedly looked towards the giant screen in the booth.

   Abel, who was not moving at first, now the number of kills is rising at an extremely fast speed!

How could this be? !

   "Quick! Cut the angle of view!" Lao Mo hurriedly ordered Yan Lin to fly.

   All the players held their breath.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

  With the camera switching, incomparably rampant laughter appeared in the center of the battlefield... high above the sky.

  At this time, a three-winged fighter jet made a loud buzzing sound and shuttled in the sky.

  The person sitting on it is not Yunfeng, but... Abel.

  In the sky, Abel looked at the dark crowd below, his eyes were full of fascination.

   "Is this what it feels like to be superior, it's really good."

   "Unfortunately, there can only be one final winner."

  Abel pressed his fingers slowly towards the keyboard, with a ruthless light in his eyes.

   "So, please die for me!"

  The dense bullets drew ravines on the battlefield, and players fell on the land of the Sinai Desert.

   Sure enough!

  Yun Mumu's heart sank to the bottom.

  In the situation just now, if you want to maintain the number of kills, there is only one option left.

  Using the way of the other, return it to the other body.

  Fighters may be difficult to control for players who are new to the battlefield, but for gamers like Yun Mumu and Abel, the difficulty is far less than imagined.

   All you need is to pay some learning costs.

   Now, Abel and Yun Feng are on the same starting line!

  The situation is tricky.

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