Chapter 667: Clearing the Airport Solo?
Zou Zhuo wasn’t entirely sure if Chen Mo wanted others to know his real identity, so he didn’t have the nerve to shamelessly ride on Chen Mo’s coattails for popularity.
If the audience found out this guy was Chen Mo, the little fatty’s livestream room would definitely explode.
They entered the queue, and after about ten seconds, they finally got matched.
“Huh, does it take this long for a duo queue?”
Zou Zhuo was secretly puzzled. He had duo-queued with Old P before and remembered it was basically instant. Could Chen Mo’s account have some special attribute?
“Store… uh, where are we jumping?” Zou Zhuo almost slipped up.
Chen Mo thought for a moment. “First round, let’s warm up. Play it safe. Let’s jump the airport.”
Zou Zhuo: “The hell do you mean ‘play it safe’ by jumping the airport!”
Despite his grumbling, Zou Zhuo obediently accepted it. If you’re going to cling to a strong player, you’d better have the right mindset.
“Alright, mark a spot then,” Zou Zhuo said.
Chen Mo: “Find a place with few people and hide. Once the fighting starts, I won’t have time to protect you.”
Zou Zhuo: “???”
He was silent for a moment, then said, “Even though I’m clinging to your coattails, I still feel like you’re insulting me…”
Chen Mo: “You have no idea what you’re up against.”
Zou Zhuo was baffled. “What do you mean? Your rank is high, so you’re matching with strong players?”
Chen Mo chuckled. “Keep guessing.”
Zou Zhuo: “Fine, I’ll listen to you… I’ll just jump to the bottom of the building and find a house to hide in, okay?”
The audience in the livestream was stunned. What the hell? Since when was the little fatty this easygoing? He just goes wherever he’s told?
“What’s up with the streamer today? You’re the streamer, why are you acting like you’re clinging to a pro?”
“Yeah, little fatty, if you keep being this spineless, I’m unsubscribing and unfollowing, I’m telling you! Get a few kills and teach this guy a lesson!”
“Exactly, have some backbone!”
Zou Zhuo’s mouth twitched slightly. He thought to himself, “You have no idea what’s going on…”
Zou Zhuo checked the positions of the others. The southern building had relatively few people—only two, and they were both heading toward the main building. The rest were scattered around the radar station and the northern building.
“Alright, I’m going to hide in the southern building,” Zou Zhuo said.
Chen Mo: “Got it.”
Zou Zhuo jumped directly to the southern building, found a room, and crouched in a corner, not daring to move.
The audience was even more confused.
“What the hell is this? The little fatty is actually hiding?”
“Is he trying to let this ‘Store Manager’ guy show off? But what if he’s just bluffing?”
“Exactly, what if this guy is just talking big? Let him play on his own and see how he performs!”
The viewers were all speculating about Zou Zhuo’s intentions.
But soon, gunfire started erupting from all over the airport!
One after another, kill notifications appeared on the screen. Zou Zhuo and the audience were shocked—this kill feed was moving way too fast!
In previous matches, there would be kills after landing, but never this quickly! Even if you picked up a good gun, it was hard to kill someone if they kept running around using cover.
But what was up with this match? Everyone was so aggressive?
“7 killed ruber22 - 86 remaining”
“7 killed Ghost0 - 85 remaining”
“4 killed migra - 81 remaining”
…
Amid the continuous stream of kill notifications, the name “cdx” was spamming the screen. Zou Zhuo and the livestream audience were stunned.
“Holy crap, what the hell?”
“This little fatty’s teammate… holy crap, he’s already killed six before even leaving the airport?”
“Is this guy actually a pro?”
“Damn, is this a noob lobby?”
Clearly, the audience was shocked too. They had been complaining on the little fatty’s behalf, but now watching “cdx” rack up kills, they were all speechless…
The little fatty, meanwhile, was trembling in his room, cautiously peeking out the window to check the situation outside. But he couldn’t see anything—just heard bursts of gunfire, followed by kill notifications.
Chen Mo said, “Alright, you can come out now. Everyone near the southern building is dead. You can loot.”
“Got it!”
The little fatty happily crawled out of his room and started looting from the bottom up, sweeping the entire southern building. He picked up all sorts of good guns and gear until his hands were full. It was pure bliss.
When he reached the top floor, he saw Chen Mo running toward the radar station. Chen Mo had a sniper rifle in hand, and with a single shot, he took down an enemy who was trying to run.
“Damn, this guy’s aim is insane!”
“Is this ‘cdx’ a cheater?”
“Nonsense. Would the little fatty team up with a cheater? I don’t think so. If he were cheating, he’d do it himself.”
“Upstairs, your IQ…”
Zou Zhuo ran out of the building and headed toward the radar station.
From a distance, he saw a figure moving back and forth on the slope near the radar station, occasionally firing a shot into the distance. Sometimes he missed, but most of the time, it resulted in a knockdown or kill.
Zou Zhuo started sprinting toward the radar station, but just then, the sound of a 98k rifle rang out!
Zou Zhuo saw a burst of blood explode in front of him. His level 2 helmet couldn’t block the 98k bullet—he was knocked down with a headshot!
Zou Zhuo was speechless. “Damn, Store Manager, that’s me! Why are you shooting me!”
Chen Mo said, “…Don’t mess around. It wasn’t me.”
Zou Zhuo looked closely and realized it was true. The 98k belonged to someone named “lilili,” who had equally precise aim—a single headshot!
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