Number one, please cooperate with my position

In the fifth round, the shooting range M city line.

Mu Huo and FT skipped school, MOL took the risk and Gao Piao went to R City, the situation was similar to the group stage.

"I said the fucking route hasn't changed," Hatahata landed and searched for the gun, "It's a bit similar to when we competed the next day."

Yu Zhe took a close shot of a man's head, loaded it with bullets, and said indifferently: "Why don't you go and talk to Sai Fang so that we can dance again?"

"Don't...don't," Hatata felt lingering fear at Yu Zhe's eyes in the conference room, "R City is very good... very good."

Yu Zhe sneered.

City R is in the center of the map, but surprisingly, there are not many supplies, which are medium, even worse than the school.

In the first round, MOL was outside the safe zone.

Lin Zheng was in charge of driving, and sighed: "We are out of luck in this game, the opening is the circle of scourge."

Hata got into the co-pilot, and Yu Zhe sat with Yan Ran.

The circle brushed in P city.

Yu Zhe frowned.

Yu Zhe glanced at the map: "The school is not far from P City, be careful of FT blocking people and collecting tolls."

The closest to P city are the school and the ruins. The people from the ruins ran to P city and they were probably killed by FT or Twilight, and they were waiting for Yu Zhe from R city to throw themselves into the trap.

Fortunately, there is a car brush point not far from R City.

Before Yu Zhe finished speaking, the car had just driven into the line of the safety zone when gunshots suddenly rang out.

Lin Zheng drifted, and a group of people got out of the car and hid behind the car.

"Come as soon as you say it," Lin Zheng probed, "The other party is either Mu Huo or FT."

Yan Ran squatted beside Yu Zhe, and said, "It's not Mu Huo."

Lin Zheng was taken aback.

"Mu Huo likes yin people," Yan Ran took notes before, explaining, "FT likes to shoot hard, the two teams play differently."

Lin Zheng nodded and smiled: "It seems to be right, I didn't think of it for a while."

Yu Zhe remained silent, shifted his position, and squatted beside Hatata.

Startled, Yan Ran also moved down and came to Yu Zhe's side.

Yu Zhe didn't speak, and moved again, getting stuck between Hatata and Lin Zheng.

Yan Ran has no place at all.

Hatata didn't pay attention to the two of them, and opened the mirror and asked: "Just start or start?"

Yu Zhe was in full swing, and said softly: "Just now."

Yan Ran took a tight breath, and didn't move closer to Yu Zhe.

"Come on." Lin Zheng followed Hatahata's stand, "There is no retreat."

Facts proved that the opposing team had fired countless shots and hadn't hit a single member of MOL, the bullets ran out first.

Lin Zheng took a deep breath, found the right time, and fired, breaking a secondary head of the opponent.

The opponent returned the gun.

Lin Zheng, who was from the background, shot from the waist and killed one of them.

[MOL-Line knocks out FT-Dun with M24]

[MOL-Line eliminated FT-Dun with M24]

Yu Zhe looked at the kill distractedly, and understood: "The opponent is FT, pay attention, toughness may not necessarily beat them."

MOL has always been open to tricks, but FT is different.

FT is famous for its sharp guns. It doesn't matter what your opponent's name is. When you go on stage, you won't recognize your relatives. The ultimate goal is to just get down.

"There are only three of them left." Lin Zheng took a breath, "Maybe Mu Huo was killed by them, there shouldn't be many bullets."

Hatata closed his gun: "They don't know how to lick bags? Mu Huo loves to hoard food, maybe they licked Mu Huo's."

Yu Zhe got out of the bunker, fooled the opponent with a few bullets, and leisurely returned to the back of the bunker.

"It's too late," Yu Zhe said, "It was only when the kill list showed that they did it and had a fight with Mu Huo, and they were in a hurry to block us, unless they had enough supplies."

Yan Ran kept squatting on the spot, his condition and bullets were full, and he didn't say a word in a daze.

Yu Zhe got up, and called Yan Ran expressionlessly: "Don't be in a daze."

"Ah." Yan Ran came back to his senses, turned around, and turned his back to Yu Zhe, "Okay."

Yan Ran didn't know why Yu Zhe avoided him just now.

He couldn't figure it out either.

If it wasn't for the competition, Yan Ran would definitely ask Yu Zhe.

It's just that now in the arena, every word of Yanran will be recorded in the live broadcast room simultaneously, Yanran doesn't want to blackmail Yu Zhe and the team, even if he wants to ask, he can only endure it.

He must have said something wrong that made Yu Zhe unhappy.

"Pay attention to the side at all times," Yu Zhe thought for a while, then sighed, "Let's talk about it after the game."

Yan Ran held up the earphones, and replied in a low voice, "Yes."

Yu Zhe bypassed it.

The FT offensive was very fierce in this round. I don't know if it was because of the lack of one person. Even shooting felt a lot of anger.

MOL slammed east and west, Hatahata and the three drew fire at the other end of the car, and Yu Zhe ambushed a gun at the rear of the car.

FT couldn't think of MOL's move, and Yu Zhe accepted it immediately.

[MOL-Alone knocked out FT-Pop with S12K]

[MOL-Alone eliminated FT-Pop with S12K]

Yu Zhe quickly changed the gun.

S12K is good in close range combat. The ones closer to Yu Zhe have been killed, and the rest are a little far away. S12K has little lethality at long range and has many flaws.

There are only two people in FT.

"Hatahata Linzheng continues to attract firepower, one who is capable is one," Yu Zhe closed the mirror, opened the angle of view and looked around, "Does Moon have S12K?"

Yan Ran looked at his backpack and said in a muffled voice, "No."

Yu Zhe cleared his throat: "Come here."

Yu Zhe threw the S12K and the corresponding bullets on the ground, and there was no fluctuation in his voice: "Hold it, and attack from the side of the FT at close range, just a few shots of the S12K."

Yan Ran didn't pause, picked up the gun and bullets, not daring to hesitate for a second.

FT's firepower was aimed at Hatahata and Lin Zheng, and Hatahata carried it for a few seconds before being killed.

[FT-Chen used 98K to knock down MOL-Hall]

[FT-Chen eliminated MOL-Hall with 98K]

Hatata was taken aback, a little suddenly: "Damn, that Chenyao..."

"Hataha." Yu Zhe knew what Hataha was going to say, "Your OB Yanran, help him pay attention to FT."

Hatata was a little embarrassed, and quickly responded: "Okay."

Hatata knew that Yu Zhe was doing it for his own good.

In the early years, the team was unwritten, and there were a few bad words in the game, and the trolls on the national server kept spraying them overnight.

MOL games that are not live broadcasted are basically meat and vegetables. Whoever catches them will do whoever they want, and the staff will edit them later to delete some inappropriate words. Someone can hear it as soon as it comes out.

It doesn't matter if Yu Zhe gets sprayed, but he still has to manage a few people in the team.

Yu Zhe stood next to Lin Zheng, almost meaningless every shot he fired, waiting for Yan Ran to pass by.

"We'll shoot at them later when Moon gets behind the front bunker," Yu Zhe reminded Lin Zheng, "Two sides attack, we will do the front, Moon will do the rear, don't worry."

Lin Zheng nodded, because Yu Zhe's words cooperated with Yan Ran.

Yan Ran had already touched the bunker behind the FT, and crouched down a little bit.

Yu Zhe waited for Yanran to move the position before he actually opened the mirror and loaded the gun: "Okay, let Moon shoot first."

Lin Zheng didn't move, waiting for Yan Ran to show his head: "Okay."

Three seconds later, Yan Ran fired the first shot, instantly killing the opponent's third-level head.

This is why the S12K is so good. As long as the marksmanship is accurate enough, it can kill the third-level head and the third-level armor in one shot. Although it is not as good as AWM, it can also be a god in close combat.

"Damn it, it's powerful enough," Lin Zheng fired when he heard the gunshot, "This game is stable."

Yu Zhe and Lin Zheng held back one of the FTs, and Yan Ran had a 1V1 with the other.

Yan Ran is the lone king of the solo row, so don't worry about it with the blessing of S12K, Yu Zhe's side is also relatively easy, two fight one, no matter what, it's MOL who takes advantage.

Yan Ran fired several shots and got out of the bunker.

[MOL-Moon knocked out FT-Sunny with S12K]

[MOL-Moon eliminated FT-Sunny with S12K]

Yan Ran wiped the sweat off his wrist, and stared at Yu Zhe in a daze.

Yu Zhe didn't hesitate too much, and confronted the rest of Lin Zheng.

Three against one, the head was finally counted to Lin Zheng.

[MOL-Line eliminated FT-Chen using UMP9]

Yan Ran turned her head and breathed a sigh of relief.

After 10 minutes, MOL successfully ate the chicken.

Since then, the autumn competition rankings have also come out.

MOL ranks first in the kill list, first in total points, FT is second, and Mu Huo Wannian is third.

It is still the configuration of the peak league super star team in the past few years.

Hatata dropped his earphones and flew onto Lin Zheng. Lin Zheng caught Hatata and smiled silly at the camera.

Won.

Yu Zhe smiled, lowered his head to pack the peripherals, and left with Yanran in his arms.

"team leader."

As soon as he stepped into the backstage, Yan Ran stopped and looked at Yu Zhe cautiously, "When you were in the competition just now...why did you hide from me?"

As soon as the game was over, Lao Chi flung open the door of the lounge as if he had been slapped with chicken blood, and He Jian came out after him. When he saw Yan Ran, the corners of his mouth twitched several times: "What are you doing here? Lin Zheng And Hatahata haven't come down yet?"

Yu Zhe let go of Yan Ran, carried the peripherals on his shoulders, and didn't intend to say more.

Yan Ran wanted to continue asking Yu Zhe, but seeing that Lao Chi and He Jian were not in the mood to talk, he grabbed Yu Zhe by the corner of his clothes, insisting on an explanation.

Lao Chi was in a very good mood and had no intention of leaving at all, so he continued to ask: "I'm going up to get the trophy later, right? Take it easy, don't talk nonsense about your acceptance speech, and go to the dinner party after you get off the stage."

Yu Zhe nodded, took over Yanran's peripherals, and handed them all to He Jian: "Wait for the two of them to come down."

Yan Ran was persistent, staring at Yu Zhe with red eyes, a little hesitant.

Lao Chi also found out now, and looked at the two of them: "What's the matter? Did you quarrel?"

"Don't worry about it," Yu Zhe still didn't respond to Yan Ran, but just hugged him without saying a word, "I'll settle our matter later."

Lao Chi raised his eyebrows, understood, and dragged He Jian away.