Kar98K Upon Touchdown!

Chapter 633: Twin Shotguns and the God of Fire!

Teng teng teng!

When Gao Yunyang was bending over to pick up the gun, he had already noticed the footsteps coming from the hallway behind him.

However, he did not turn around. Instead, he continued to pick up the S1897 that was in front of him at his own pace.

‘He’s dead meat!’ The viewers of various Chinese live streaming channels spared him a moment of silence. Getting attacked from behind while picking up a weapon was the worst!

Bang!

However, the gunshot did not originate from behind him, but rather, in front of him!

The caster’s camera caught what had happened.

The instant the person in the hallway lifted her gun, Li Muqiu, who was standing next to Gao Yunyang and wielding an S686, happened to have loaded two 12-gauge lead shot bullets into his gun’s chamber.

He jumped and piggybacked over Gao Yunyang’s bent body before lifting his gun and then shooting without thinking twice!

The afro-sporting African-American chick from North America had not managed to react when she suddenly saw a flash of light in front of her. She fell head-first onto the hallway.

‘What the hell?’

She immediately felt like crap!

‘Can you actually play like that?’

Li Muqiu, after having shown off his ‘jumping spray’, whistled a little tune. He did not finish his opponent off.

Instead, he loaded another bullet into the chamber of his shotgun and then stood in front of Gao Yunyang’s face.

On his expression, it was written clearly...

‘Praise me!

‘Quick, shower me with your platitudes!’

However, Gao Yunyang simply loaded the S1897 he had just picked up bullet by bullet. He had no intention of speaking to him.

Li Muqiu, who had been given the cold shoulder, was not going to give up. “What do you think? That was a very cool shot, no? You were right to partner up with me. If it were Ah Lang, you’d be sprawled on the floor by now,” he boasted. “So let me tell you, I’ve saved you this time, next-”

“Let me return the favor now,” Gao Yunyang blurted abruptly.

As he spoke, he suddenly stopped loading bullets into his S1897. In a flash, he dodged toward the side and lifted up his gun!

Li Muqiu realized that something was amiss. He turned around to see an AK-wielding opponent get pushed backward. This was due to the impact of the burst of lead shots!

Slam!

The opponent was left hanging on the railing of the hallway behind him, his limbs twitched as though he was possessed...

At the same time, a kill notification with Li Muqiu’s name appeared.

It was obvious that Gao Yunyang’s victim and the person Li Muqiu had killed were from the same team.

Their tactics were immediately made clear to Gao Yunyang and Li Muqiu.

One of the two had found a gun on the second floor. Hence, she immediately went upstairs from the left hallway.

Unfortunately, she did not make a name for herself...

Meanwhile, her teammate had tried to silently sneak in from the right hallway, and he happened to bump into the back of Li Muqiu who was still boasting. However, the person who shot first this time was Gao Yunyang...

Thus, both of them had transformed into loot crates.

When the caster displayed this scene to viewers from all around the world, they were stunned!

One jump spray!

Another instant spray!

An impeccable combination!

“LOLOL! The quality of this exhibition match is too high!”

“Both of them have such a high level of mutual understanding, and both of them are shotgun masters too!”

“Heheh, you have to know that those two players are the strongest riflers of Se7en.”

“I think those two are a couple! If they aren’t gay, how can they coordinate so well?”

“Well now that you say that... it doesn’t sound like total nonsense!”

“...”

The Chinese stream viewers had distorted the meaning of the unintentional coordinated strike between Li Muqiu and Gao Yunyang...

However, even if the two had found out about this, they were not in the mood to care about it.

The boxing arena on the map was unlike any other place. With four teams landing there, Li Muqiu and Gao Yunyang had to face two other teams waiting for them outside.

Meanwhile, at the red buildings of XX Hotel, Liu Zilang and Misaka Mikoto had split ways after landing on the rooftop and jumping into the balcony. They had each looted a separate room.

However, Liu Zilang’s face darkened shade by shade as he went through the rooms on the left... especially when he heard his silly disciple next door occasionally cry out in surprise!

Liu Zilang was even more sullen after that.

He had gone from the fourth floor to the third. After exiting the last room, he was carrying a level one backpack while an S686 and a Win94 were in his hands. He did not have a military vest or even a helmet. Hence, he felt pangs of saltiness creeping up in his mind...

Meanwhile, Misaka Mikoto ran out from her last room. A level two helmet was seen on her head while an M4 and a shotgun hung from around her back.

“Shifu~! Shifu~! I have an extra holographic sight. Do you want it?”

The corner of Liu Zilang’s eye twitched when he heard her!

‘Your master... doesn’t deserve it!’

Misaka Mikoto became curious when she saw that Liu Zilang did not reply. She took a glance at his equipment and then cried out in surprise. “Ah, Shifu! You don’t have a gun? I... I’ll give all my guns to you!”

As she spoke, she opened her inventory and tossed the M4 to the floor.

“Don’t! You can keep the guns... it’s not like I’m a bully,” Liu Zilang said with gritted teeth.

Misaka Mikoto opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something.

At this time, a series of footsteps was heard from below them. She immediately stopped the words that were coming out of her mouth, so as to not distract Liu Zilang from listening to the footsteps.

Liu Zilang sank into deep thought for a brief moment. He then said, “The team downstairs should be done looting the second floor. Let’s not hang around in the hallway and move to the corridor.”

“Mmhm!” Misaka Mikoto nodded.

If one were to defend a building in first-person perspective mode, the obvious choice was to camp in front of the staircase. Then, when someone came up the stairs, one would give them a headshot with a shotgun.

The problem was that the tournament they were playing in was in third-person perspective. In the red building, each floor had windows on the walls. That meant that the position in front of the staircase would be too exposed.

If one were to camp there, not only would they be running the risk of casualties when the people downstairs threw a grenade up, but they would also become easy targets for people in the casino and the rooftops in the nearby residential area.

Another superstitious belief related to railings at balconies was that, if you were hiding on a higher floor, your bullets would somehow be completely blocked by the railings. Meanwhile, the opponent’s bullets from downstairs would pass through empty spaces and hit you.

To eliminate such uncertainties, Liu Zilang resolutely decided to retreat to a more strategic spot.

The caster’s camera switched over to the red buildings when he noticed that there were signs of a ‘civil war’.

In the second-floor hallway.

GodV and Long Shenjue each wielded a UMP9 and an AK. However, they did not rush upstairs.

They had obviously heard footsteps on top of them.

“Do you have a grenade?” GodV asked.

“No grenades.” Long Shenjue splayed his two open palms. He then reached into his backpack to pull out a molotov cocktail. “I only have this.”

“That works too. Let’s turn up the heat for them,” GodV said as he narrowed his eyes.

Long Shenjue estimated the trajectory in his heart. “Let me show you who’s the God of Fire!” He slapped his chest.

Lift your hand!

Lean back!

Throw with all your might!

Bang!

The sound of glass shattering!

The next moment, on the stairway, Long Shenjue spontaneously burst into flames...