Han Yan had just walked out of the bathroom while wiping his hair when he heard Song Zhiwen's shouts. "Old Yan, come over quickly. Help me torture her." Luckily, Han Yan's bedroom had good soundproofing. Otherwise, Qiqi would have definitely woken him up.
Thinking about soundproofing, Han Yan suddenly thought that since Qiqi could not hear them, wouldn't it mean that if Qiqi cried inside the room, Han Yan would not be able to hear it as well?
Han Yan quickly opened the bedroom door and took a look. He only felt relieved when he saw that Qiqi was still sleeping quietly on the bed. Han Yan thought to himself, 'Next time, I have to buy a voice transmission device that is commonly seen in American TV dramas.'
The voice transmission device was similar to a wireless pager, but there were some differences. The child phone could receive sound all the time, but it would not transmit any sound. On the other hand, the mother phone only had the function of playing the sound waves received by the child's phone. Usually, in American TV dramas, the adults and the babies slept separately. That way, the adults could monitor the baby's movements through the mother's phone. This device was quite suitable for Han Yan. In the future, when Qiqi woke up in the bedroom, he would be able to hear it immediately when he was reading or doing laundry outside.
He turned on the computer and logged into Crossfire.
This game was one of their favorite games when they were in university. The other was Dota. As it was difficult to gather five people to play the game after graduation, Han Yan and Song Zhiwen rarely played it.
During university, Han Yan's marksmanship was not good. When they played, it was Song Zhiwen who carried him. At that time, Song Zhiwen had the title of "School's Number One AK." His marksmanship led the generation. However, after graduation, Han Yan had become smarter. Although his marksmanship had not improved significantly, his ability to compete with others had improved a lot. Song Zhiwen had once fought him one-on-one. In the end, he was outplayed by Han Yan for 28 of the 30 rounds. Song Zhiwen exclaimed, "Evildoer!" After that, he refused to play one-on-one with Han Yan anymore.
Han Yan's awareness and tactics, paired with Song Zhiwen's marksmanship, were quite famous in the first district of Yangcheng. As long as they didn't meet a professional or quasi-professional expert, they were unstoppable.
Before playing Blast, Han Yan played a round of individual competition to warm up his hands. The Personal Competition Mode was a new mode of CrossFire, which was different from the old first-person shooting game Counter Strike. After entering the map, you would find that all the players in the world were your enemies. Of course, it didn't mean that you would be isolated by others into a single faction. In this mode, everyone was fighting for themselves. After a player died, they would respawn at a random location on the map. This way, you wouldn't know when an enemy would suddenly appear behind you.
It was because of this randomness that Han Yan couldn't play mind games with others. There was only one word on this map: "F * ck!"
As soon as Han Yan respawned, he fiddled with the mouse. Before he could get into the zone, he was killed by an enemy that came from the right.
Song Zhiwen had just turned his head to take a glance when he saw this scene. He chuckled and laughed at him.
Han Yan was furious. After he respawned, he picked up his beloved AWM – Desert and blew up the enemy's head with a "bang".
The AWM's bullet was not as powerful as the Barrett's bullet, but it was lighter. Its movement speed and scoping in were faster. Han Yan felt that as long as he was hit in the upper body by a sniper rifle, whether it was an AWM or a Barrett, the effect would not be much different.
Han Yan nimbly jumped onto the bridge and fired two shots to the left, killing two more enemies. Coincidentally, an enemy respawned on the right. Han Yan scoped in and fired. It was done in one breath. Han Yan felt that his shot was as smooth as flowing water. It was so cool.
However, the enemy didn't die!
"F * ck, I forgot that he's invincible when he respawns." Han Yan looked gloomily at the enemy with an invincible glow who turned around and aimed an AK at him. He thought that he was going to die.
However, he didn't die! It was not that the enemy's marksmanship was bad. It was because Han Yan's left hand shook and made an unbelievable evasive maneuver.
Since the enemy didn't kill Han Yan, he didn't hold back. He instantly killed the unlucky guy whose invincibility had ended.
'That's not right.' Han Yan thought to himself. 'Why am I in such good condition today? 'I can use the mouse so well and my hand speed is so much faster too.' Those shots just now were definitely the best shots Han Yan had ever fired in his life. Every shot was a headshot! That evasive maneuver was something that Han Yan had learned from professional players on the internet. He used to practice it with Song Zhiwen. Song Zhiwen's form was not the same, but he couldn't practice it at all. This was related to his slow hand speed and slow reflexes. It was innate and hard to make up for it.
But today, Han Yan felt that his hand speed was much faster than before. His reflexes were also much sharper. Could it be the benefits of practicing internal energy?
Han Yan was still thinking about his own changes. He was absent-mindedly controlling his character. In the end, he was accidentally killed by an enemy who revived behind him.
"Haha!" Song Zhiwen accidentally saw this scene again and laughed happily.
Han Yan glanced at this guy who was gloating and ignored him. He began to try to improve the sensitivity of his mouse to see how fast he could handle the speed. It should be known that the faster the mouse sensitivity, the faster the gun would move. Then, it would be possible to kill the enemy before they could shoot.
After a round of individual competition, Han Yan gradually entered a good state. He felt that his sniper rifle had finally broken away from its previous awkward state. He had finally entered the realm of an expert that he could only dream of. Of course, there was still a certain gap between him and a real professional expert.
After the warm-up, Han Yan and Song Zhiwen entered a bomb room together.
Entering the game, the bomb mode, the map was Black Town.
Black Town was known as the national map. It was originally a very classic bomb map in Counter Strike. Later, no matter which new first-person shooter game came out, this map was a must. Everyone in China had long known about it.
Han Yan was still using a sniper rifle. In the past, he never dared to fight with the enemy sniper in the middle because his marksmanship was too bad. But this time, Han Yan, who was confident in his individual competition, set up his gun in the middle.
The enemy was very cunning. They didn't squat in the middle. Han Yan was skilled and bold. Half of his head popped out from the bridge. Through the scope, he saw half of a figure on the left. Han Yan swung his gun steadily. "Bang!" It was different from the sound of an empty gun. Han Yan heard the sound of a bullet biting into flesh. Han Yan scored the first goal of the game. The enemy team lost a person.
After each shot, they moved to a different location. Han Yan put away his gun and followed the main team to rush to Avenue A. Song Zhiwen was the first to bear the brunt. With a flash and a fog, he didn't wait for the fog to completely disperse. He rushed out with the AK and fired two shots every two steps. The enemy's firepower was fierce, but not a single bullet landed on him.
Two more teammates with AKs rushed out from the Lurker's side. The enemy team panicked when they saw three people rushing out. Bullets flew everywhere without a fixed target. Han Yan took the opportunity to jump out from the wall and fired a shot in mid-air. It was a jump sniper! Han Yan took down another enemy.
At this time, Song Zhiwen's AK showed its power. He successfully blew up the enemy's head with three consecutive shots. Of course, the Defenders weren't jealous. Under their crossfire, the Lurker's side also lost a person.
Han Yan fired another shot, but the enemy just happened to shrink back. The Defender threw out a smoke and began to shrink back behind the car. For a moment, the two sides were in a deadlock.
At this time, Han Yan noticed that the person guarding the side path on his side had been killed. He was worried that someone would sneak up from the side path and grab his butt. Thus, he said to Song Zhiwen, "You guys fight steadily. I'll go watch the side path."
When he returned to the side path, Han Yan found that the enemy team had already retreated. The remaining two Defenders relied on the terrain advantage on Avenue A to hold their ground. Song Zhiwen and the other teammate couldn't attack Avenue A for a while.
"It's okay. You guys continue to fight and hold them back. I'll flank them from the middle!" Han Yan said.
"Okay!" Song Zhiwen threw a non-threatening high-explosive bomb from afar. He popped out from the side of the wall and fired his AK at the two defenders. They couldn't raise their heads under the pressure. When Song Zhiwen finished his magazine of bullets, they wanted to return fire, but Song Zhiwen retreated back.
Han Yan jumped down from the side path and entered the middle door. Although the side path was closer, the enemy team should have people guarding it. Han Yan could only fire once. If a sniper rifle encountered an AK at close range, if the first shot was missed, they could only wait for death. It was too risky. Thus, Han Yan took a detour and entered the sniper's room from the middle. In order to not be noticed by the enemy, Han Yan used quiet steps.
Entering the sniper's room, the enemy team was still in a deadlock with Song Zhiwen. They probably thought that the enemy was on Avenue A. Han Yan said to Song Zhiwen, "Zhiwen, pull the line." Song Zhiwen understood and jumped out to fire, attracting the enemy's attention.
Han Yan flashed out of the window. It bounced off the wall and then exploded in the air. This flash hit all the targets. The enemy's screen turned white. They couldn't see anything and could only shoot randomly with their AK.
Han Yan flashed at the window and took care of the enemy hiding behind the car. He then switched to his pistol and jumped out of the window. He steadily shot the enemy who was blinking like a headless fly. The unique sound of the Desert Eagle rang out. A figure fell to the ground. Blood sprayed in a beautiful arc in the air.
The enemy team won!
"F * ck, Old Yan, you're on steroids!" Song Zhiwen looked at him in surprise. "Four kills. The team is going to be wiped out!"
Han Yan chuckled. There was no need to explain his tough life.
In the second game, the enemy team's sniper in the middle didn't believe it and continued to snipe Han Yan in the middle. This time, he fell before he even saw Han Yan's shadow. In the third game, Han Yan was nowhere to be seen in the middle. The enemy team's sniper retreated. He didn't have the confidence to snipe Han Yan. In the end, he still couldn't escape the fate of being killed by Han Yan. After killing an enemy on Avenue A, he was killed by Han Yan before he could retract his scope. In the fourth game, he fell to Han Yan's sniper again. In the end, before the game was over, he couldn't bear the humiliation and retreated.
The defenders couldn't hold on for long. In the end, they were swept by Han Yan and Song Zhiwen.
After a few games, Song Zhiwen finally saw the strength of Han Yan's marksmanship. Han Yan's sniping skills were almost as good as his AK. Song Zhiwen's tyrannical AK coupled with Han Yan's accurate sniper rifle and flexible tactics. The two of them had a great time that night!
In the middle of the night, when Han Yan was feeding Qiqi, Song Zhiwen muttered to himself, "Is it because he's a father? I haven't seen him for a few days and he's become so strong! Should I find a woman and have a child? "
He asked and answered his own question. He shook his head and said, "Forget it. If I'm like Han Yan, my dad will beat me to death."