Game Designers: You Don’t Understand Charity

  In the arena, all the spectators watching the competition fell into a daze.

   "Just now, what happened?"

   "I don't know... But, he's so handsome!"

   "Damn it, what a god!"

  Most of the venues were boiling, and the discussions became more and more intense, and they could not be suppressed at all.

  At this moment, the wonderful tactics in the entire battle just now, the reversal of the situation is not important anymore.

   Just that one kill was enough to make everyone excited and amazed!

   Some people even think that cutting the scene just now has more publicity than any pv in the Battlefield game!

  The audience in the arena is limited to "Kouhe". On the Internet, the clips cut by a group of "Flashmen" have already gone viral!

  Suddenly, a large number of players poured into the battlefield to try.

  The originally extremely serious war game was brought out by Yunfeng with new tricks.

   "I'm a mother." In the stadium, Lao Mo said with emotion.

   "Yun Feng really dares, this is absolutely amazing."

   "I'm afraid, it can only be called luck." Yun Mumu rubbed her eyes.

  The wave of operations just now made her not very sure.

   "You're lucky too." Lao Mo gloated, "I'm afraid the opposite party's mentality is about to explode."

  Being headshot by others in the air, and even snatching your own plane, this humiliation is almost full.

   "Again, how did Yunfeng beat this Abel?" Lao Mo asked curiously.

  Although the scene just now was amazing, if it wasn’t for Yun Feng’s suppression of Abel in the air battle, it would not have been possible to single-handedly facilitate this situation.

   "Haven't you found out?" Yun Mumu casually opened the introduction manual of the battlefield game prepared in the booth.

   Turning to the chapter introducing small fighter jets, several completely different models are printed on the manual.

   "There are three types of small fighters in the battlefield, bomber killers, trench fighters, and air fighters."

  Yun Mumu slid her finger on the album, and finally stopped on the last model.

   "Among them, the trench fighter is specially designed for air-to-ground combat, and it is also the type that my brother first used."

   "So when Abel thought of using a fighter jet, he subconsciously chose this model."

   "But what he doesn't know is that in the air battle just now, my brother didn't use this kind of trench fighter that is easy to kill, but an air fighter!"

  Air fighter, as the name suggests, is a model specially designed to target enemy aircraft.

  It is loaded with incendiary bombs that can cause huge damage to the aircraft, and its special skills can accelerate its speed to an unmatched level in a short period of time.

  It can be said that in the air, air fighters are absolute model suppression.

  Abel is still stupid to use a trench fighter that has no advantage, so it's no wonder he doesn't lose this competition.

   "Tsk tsk tsk, this kind of heart, you can control the other party to death." Lao Mo sighed in admiration.

  He has seen Yun Feng's ability, just using the information gap in the game, he easily defeated a group of people who seemed to have no solution.

  Yunfeng's domineering tone before still remains in his ears—"This is my game!"

   Isn't this just Yunfeng's game, even if the opponent has set up various routines for this competition.

  Yun Feng just took advantage of the opponent's unfamiliarity with the game mechanism, and completely took advantage.

  The advantages and disadvantages are self-evident.

   "Impossible!!" Abel roared from the other side of the booth.

  He let out a heavy snort, and his face was ugly.

   "Heh, heh, you want to bring me down with just this little trick, dreaming!" Abel let out an indistinct laugh, and his eyes were bloodshot.

   "There is still a chance. Now I know all your tricks. This time, whether I switch to empty fighters to crush you, or concentrate on killing your teammates, you will have to accept it."

   "The victory of this competition is still mine!"

   "I'm afraid, it's already too late." A cold female voice came from behind.

  Abel turned his head abruptly, only to see Yun Mumu walking behind him with no expression on his face.

  The game is not over yet, how dare the opponent enter this game area?

  This kind of interfering behavior is already a kind of transgression.

   "It's not over yet? Did you forget something?" Lao Mo looked at Abel teasingly.

   "Do you think that Yun Feng took great pains to command other players to occupy the points, just to mobilize troops to suppress you?"

   "Do you think that by relying on the black hands you planted, you can disregard the rules of the game and rely on individual combat power to win?"

   "Do you think... you still have a chance to come back?"

  Old Mo's cold words were like a heavy hammer, driving Abel into the abyss.

  He suddenly turned his head to look at the center of the screen, and the seven points A-G on the battlefield were flashing dazzling blue lights at the same time.

  From the moment he was defeated like a mountain, these seven points were destined to become the territory of the blue side.

   It’s just that Abel overlooked one point. No matter how the battlefield is, it is also a game based on the entire battlefield.

  The more points one side occupies, the faster the points will be accumulated and the faster the game will end.

   And when the point is completely occupied, how terrible will this speed be?

  Abel’s lips trembled. In his feeling, the game was only half the time of an ordinary game in Battlefield.

  But at this moment, with the points occupied, the points of Yunfeng's Eagle Army have already risen to a level that is enough to kill the game.

   Occupy points, 1000 points, the game is over.

  At this time, their red team's occupation points just barely broke through 500.

   Under Abel's desperate eyes, the screen completely plunged into darkness.

  In the settlement column of the menu, the number of enemies killed by the two is completely revealed.

  Yunfeng, the number of kills, 63.

  Abel, number of kills, 58.

  This short gap may only need one more bomb from Albert to smooth it out.

   But Abel knew that the gap was beyond his ability to catch up.

   Everything about him is in the calculation of the other party.

   On the other side, with the end of the game, Yun Feng also stood up under the eyes of the players around him who looked like gods.

   Slowly stretched, Yun Feng smiled.

  Just at the last moment, he also saw that the game was about to end, so he made such a wave.

   I didn’t expect to do it, and now I feel a sense of accomplishment.

   Is this the fun that belongs exclusively to "players", seems to be good?

   "Brother!" At this moment, Yun Mumu's excited voice approached from behind.

   Immediately afterwards, there was a heavy impact on the back, and Yun Mumu was already hanging on her body like an octopus.

   "You, you." Yun Feng muttered helplessly, turned around slowly, and put Yun Mumu down.

   "Hmph, you did a good job, it's not in vain that Miss Ben has supported you for so long." Yun Mumu snorted and said with her hips crossed.

   "Thank you for your hard work." Yun Feng smiled and patted Yun Mumu's head.

   Aside, Lao Mo was thoughtful.

   Yun Feng's seemingly crazy behavior at the end just now may, in fact, just want to let out a sigh of relief for Yun Mumu.

   Of course, I would like to thank Lady Luck for her blessing.

   "Okay, let's stop making trouble for now." Patting Yun Mumu on the shoulder, Yun Feng's tone brought a smile.

   Turning his head, Yun Feng looked at the ashen-faced people on the other side of the booth.

   "It's time to charge some interest."

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