Chapter 145 Opening
Lin Yao left,
leaving behind the last words of "Come on".
The players of several teams were still a little dazed.
The staff reminded them to start preparing.
At the same time,
although separated by a wall, there was a sudden overwhelming countdown
from outside . "10." "9." "8." "7." "..." The players' mood, which had just been relaxed, immediately became tense again. Because it was really... so loud. And the audience outside didn't think so. As seven o'clock approached, the countdown began to appear on the large viewing screen and two small screens. Then, I don't know which audience started the countdown first, and then led the audience in the whole venue to count down together. The overwhelming countdown, accompanied by the changing numbers on the screen, filled the atmosphere. Finally, when the countdown reached 1, accompanied by the cheers of the audience, all the spotlights were turned off. The screen dimmed. The offline competition officially opened! After the screen dimmed briefly, it slowly lit up and the picture reappeared. "...Rush B! Rush B! Listen to me." A soft female voice sounded. "Okay, listen to the boss." Another voice followed. Is this... a game of "Breakout" blast mode? The audience was confused, and then reacted. But they were still a little puzzled. The game started? So soon? It shouldn't be? And there are no female players in the team. As they watched. The audience gradually understood. This is a... Linmu Studio game. One of the contestants is the boss of Linmu Studio - Lin Yao. The whole game was not broadcast in full, but some clips were intercepted and played, and it was quite interesting with the dialogue between the producers of Linmu Studio. As for the process of the game... how to say it. Linmu Studio makes games, OK. Playing games, high EQ evaluation is average. Low EQ evaluation is... dogs shake their heads when watching. It's really too bad. All kinds of mistakes, all kinds of side-aiming, playing in a mess, most of the audience present played better than the producers of Linmu Studio. During the period, an interesting thing happened. Perhaps because he was angry after losing again, a male voice suddenly said anxiously: "Qi... I don't think I can call you by your name. OK, Qi! Can you help me a little!" "Damn! What's the difference between you calling me by my name!?" As soon as this conversation came out, the whole venue burst into laughter. This is a joke that all Breakout players understand, and it is also their joke. The whole stadium was immediately filled with a happy atmosphere. Mou Feng couldn't help but laugh, but he thought it was strange. Why did Linmu Studio make fun of him? The huge stadium. Linmu Studio played the status of the producers playing the game, embarrassing themselves online. Of course, the game was lost without a doubt, and the loss was particularly tragic. "... Really too bad." Finally, Lin Yao's voice sounded. Giving the final evaluation. His teammates began to laugh and began to blame. "... Really too unprofessional." Lin Yao sighed silently, and left this sentence at the end. With her sigh. The screen slowly dimmed. Then. A breath sounded. The music suddenly changed. A loud high note made the hearts of the audience, who still had smiles on their faces, shrink suddenly. The screen lit up again. A foot in a leather boot appeared on the screen, accompanied by the subtle sound of the sole rubbing against the gravel on the ground. The camera slowly moved up, and the fully armed terrorist slowly walked through the dusty house. The camera slowly moved with the terrorist. Several corpses appeared in the corner of the camera. But the terrorist looked back at the corpses, but only once, then walked over with the gun. The picture switched. The counter-terrorist was in a dim room, facing the installed homemade bomb. The hand holding the pliers did not tremble at all, and reached out to one of the wires of the homemade bomb very steadily. The red light of the homemade bomb began to flash, faintly illuminating the word "police" on the chest of the counter-terrorist. The music became passionate. The picture changed suddenly. "... There is no one at point A, I will set it up and dismantle it."
A calm voice sounded.
In the round of 16, the screen of NO.1 vs. overseas team Spirit appeared.
The perspective was NO.1's most famous player FFF.
He held a gun and pointed it at the only way to point A, and said calmly.
His teammates began to defuse the bomb.
The sound of the homemade bomb countdown, coupled with the drum beats of the music, was like a death warrant, and the audience, who had just been very happy, instantly became nervous.
But in this tense atmosphere.
Suddenly.
Bang.
A gunshot.
"One."
Player FFF fired a shot and said a word.
Although the audience had seen this scene, they were still excited to hear the player's voice and listen to him calmly report that he had killed one.
The screen changed again.
One of the players of the overseas Astralis team killed an enemy, then quickly moved down to avoid the other opponents' line grabbing, and then suddenly took out a grenade, but not to the opponent, but to the enemy who had just been killed.
Bang.
The grenade exploded.
The AWM sniper rifle dropped from the enemy's hand flew over because of the impact of the explosion.
He calmly picked up the sniper rifle that flew to his feet and pulled the bolt to load it.
Click.
The sound rang out at the same time.
"Well well well..."
The screen changed again.
The FEIREN team's logo appeared, and the character controlled by Lu Tai aimed at the top edge of the smoke through the smoke.
Suddenly, a person jumped.
Bang -
Lu Tai fired directly.
The man fell to the ground on the spot.
"Like to jump." Lu Tai's iconic voice sounded, mocking.
The famous scenes of various preliminaries began to be staged one by one, and in conjunction with the exchanges between the players, they were shown to more than 10,000 spectators at the scene.
Even if the audience had seen these games.
But now seeing it again, combined with the atmosphere and music on the scene, they were all ignited again.
Famous scenes followed one after another.
The atmosphere became more and more heated.
Then.
At a certain moment.
All the pictures began to appear on the same screen, and then slowly shrank, turning into videos on one display screen after another.
A counter-terrorist stood in front of the screen, looking at countless such pictures. After a moment of silence, he turned around and left, and walked towards the exit with dull footsteps.
The small screens dimmed one by one.
The Counter-Terrorist finally came to the door, walked out, and closed the door.
The room became completely dark.
Then it switched seamlessly to CG.
A tragic battlefield, bullets flying.
Several terrorists held guns and shot at one of the wooden houses.
In the dim house.
As the bullets flew in, a ray of light shone into the house through the bullet holes.
More and more bullets.
More and more bullet holes.
The camera moved slowly.
A fully armed man leaned against the bulletproof plate, accompanied by dense gunfire, while stuffing bullets into the chamber of the shotgun and listening to the movement outside.
The sound of bullets gradually decreased.
The background music seemed to have reached a turning point. Click, click,
click.
Suddenly, there was a sound of bullets firing into the air outside the house.
The man held the shotgun with both hands, tilted his head slightly to listen, and gave an evaluation.
"It's really unprofessional."
Then.
The man held the shotgun, slid down the slide suddenly, and stood up with a crisp click.
"Let the professionals do it."
In the last scene, the man held the door handle, opened the door, and said a word.
After three gradual changes in the background music, it reached a climax with heavy drums and electronic sounds. It
was extremely oppressive.
When people listened to it, they felt instantly ignited.
At the same time,
the spotlights in the venue suddenly lit up.
Along with the scene in the CG where a man opened the door with a gun and walked out, it swept across the entire stadium.
And it flashed wildly .
"Let us invite NO.1!!!!"
The host's voice was on time, and he shouted loudly at the last moment of the CG.
The NO.1 team LOGO replaced the man who went out, seamlessly connected, appeared on the big screen, and began to flash and change.
Then,
the members of the entire NO.1 team slowly walked out from the backstage and walked in front of the spotlight.
The scene was full.
"..." The audience almost didn't have to think about it, and immediately welcomed them
with overwhelming cheers. Welcome the professional quarterfinals! (End of this chapter)
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