Tactical Planning; Letting Go of the Motorcycle

Inside the house, Xiao Dingdang and the other three gathered together.

Their eyes showed nothing but excitement. This game was... freaking thrilling.

Xiao Dingdang gathered his thoughts and spoke over the team mic. "What do you all have on you right now?"

"Let's go over what we've picked up together so we can make a plan."

Grandpa Niu hurriedly said, "I've got an MP5K, and I just found another 60 rounds of 9mm ammo."

Dadi followed up immediately. "I've got a VSS and 30 rounds of 9mm ammo."

"Oh, right, there's also a backpack with a few cans of soda in it."

Dance at the Rooster's Crow shook his head. "I don't have anything right now. Let's go search for supplies."

Xiao Dingdang ran through what they'd said in his head, then said, "Let's stick together while we loot. First, we need to make sure everyone has a gun."

"Also, there are at least four squads in Georgopol right now. Let's not fight them yet; it'd be easy to give away our position."

That was the plan he could come up with for now. There were a lot of people around, and going out to attack first could easily expose their position and leave them open to a shot from the side.

Once they had a clear plan, the group stuck together and searched the house next door for supplies.

Everyone ended up with one or two guns, and Xiao Dingdang found a red dot sight and mounted it on his gun.

He immediately felt that his gun was much easier to use.

The iron sights had been too hard to use. They blocked too much of his view and made aiming difficult.

Outside, gunfire rang out constantly, and plenty of knockdown notifications appeared in the upper-right corner.

Xiao Dingdang was truly excited now. This game was... actually this thrilling.

In all his years of gaming, he'd never felt this kind of thrill in another game.

The four of them went up to the roof together and carefully looked around.

Xiao Dingdang looked in the direction of the gunfire and quickly spotted an enemy shooting from a window.

Without another word, he pulled out his gun, aimed and fired.

"Rat-a-tat-tat."

After firing more than a dozen rounds, Xiao Dingdang frowned.

Only a few of those bullets had hit the enemy. The rest had flown wide.

The recoil on this gun...

Xiao Dingdang thought it over, then fired another full magazine in that direction.

After getting a feel for the gun's recoil, he reached a conclusion: its bullet trajectory was fixed, which meant he could control it by pulling down on the gun.

With that in mind, Xiao Dingdang loaded another magazine and looked for a target.

Beside him, Dadi lay prone on the roof with his VSS raised, chuckling.

"Wahaha, my gun comes with a high-power scope! This is awesome!"

As he spoke, he pulled the trigger, sending a bullet toward someone in a distant house who was holding a position with a gun.

Seeing the guy he'd hit jump around, Dadi cracked up.

Pfft, hahaha.

Just then, the roar of a motorcycle engine came from behind them.

They quickly took cover. Xiao Dingdang lay prone on the roof and looked that way, spotting someone speeding down the road on a motorcycle.

At that speed, he probably wouldn't be able to hit the rider, but he aimed at the person anyway to try controlling the recoil.

Perhaps his shooting had annoyed the rider, who charged toward their house on the motorcycle.

Xiao Dingdang thought he'd provoked someone skilled. He quickly swapped magazines and sprayed again.

As the motorcycle drew closer and closer, he felt he could control the recoil and keep his shots on target.

Soon, the rider charged up a small dirt slope not far from them and did a 365-degree spin in the air. The extra five degrees were because... the rider was about to crash.

The rider jumped off the motorcycle and then... well, fell to their death.

Uh...

Elsewhere, just as Xiao Dingdang and the others had gotten onto the roof.

Da Sima was laughing in his livestream.

"Guys, look what I found."

"A motorcycle!"

"You can even ride this thing. I'm going to put on a motorcycle show for you right now. I'm a man with a license, after all."

With that, Da Sima sat on the motorcycle, gripped it with both hands and steadily started it up.

Things were fine at first, but perhaps because there was no speed limit in the game, he pushed the bike to top speed, shouting excitedly the whole time.

"Ahahaha!"

"This is awesome! Way too awesome!"

The motorcycle sped down the road, letting Da Sima experience the thrill of riding without a speed limit.

By then, he'd even forgotten he was playing a game, speeding excitedly down the road.

Just then, shots came from Georgopol nearby. Da Sima said in his distinctive noob manner, "Yo~"

"Someone's shooting at me. Just watch me beat you to death."

Da Sima, controlling the motorcycle, had already spotted the squad shooting at him. He decisively turned the bike around.

By now, he'd already calculated his next move in his head.

The motorcycle would charge toward them, then launch off the small dirt slope nearby. The bike would perform a 360-degree spin in the air and land right on their roof.

Then he'd pull out his gun and instantly take down all four of them.

That move was simply perfect.

As he pictured it, Da Sima charged toward the dirt slope, bullets whizzing past his ears.

"I heard... you're tough!"

"Let go of the motorcycle!"

Just as he'd predicted, the motorcycle he controlled launched off the slope and did a 360-degree spin. Hmm... that was too much!

No problem. Watch the divine dragon descend from the heavens!

Jump off.

Da Sima made his character leap straight off the bike. He'd just pulled out his gun and aimed at the four people on the roof when he landed on it the next second... and lay prone.

Well... it wasn't a normal prone position. He'd run out of health and was lying on the roof because of the fall.

In the livestream, the viewers who saw Da Sima's move cracked up.

[Pfft, hahaha, motorcycle killer or motorcycle let-goer?]

[Don't let go, Lao Ma! You let go and now you're dead.]

[I'm dying laughing. The divine dragon descended from the heavens and dropped right in front of the four of them. That move was something else.]

[Oh no, Lao Ma almost managed to show off.]

[I feel like I could pull off that move too.]

Seeing the comments in his livestream, Da Sima awkwardly scratched his nose.

Well... there had been a tiny mistake in his calculations. The extra five degrees had left him stuck on the roof.

He cleared his throat twice and said, "Well, guys, there was a tiny mistake in my calculations just now. Don't dwell on it too much, all right?"

He'd barely finished speaking when four pairs of pale legs appeared before him.

The four of them surrounded him and jumped up and down on the spot, making Da Sima furious.

He turned on his proximity mic and said, "Ahem, guys, could you spare my life?"

As soon as he spoke, a familiar voice came through the proximity mic.

"Pfft, hahaha, Lao Ma, how are your moves so noob?"

Hearing Xiao Dingdang's voice, Lao Ma immediately turned red.

He hadn't expected his attempt to show off to fail in front of Xiao Dingdang.

He said awkwardly, "Ahaha, Xiao Dingdang, what a coincidence."

"How about you spare my life? Don't worry, I'll spare yours the next time we meet."

"Teacher Ma, none of your teammates are here. How are you supposed to survive?"

Da Sima froze when he heard that.

Uh... right. He'd been so busy speeding around that his teammates were still over at the hospital. It looked like he was about to die.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem. Never mind, then."

"But don't worry, I'll still spare your life next time, Xiao Dingdang."

With that, Da Sima quit the game, leaving a loot box behind.

Xiao Dingdang and the other three burst out laughing. Da Sima's move just now had left all four of them dumbfounded.

They'd thought he was a master of moves, but it turned out... he really was a master of mishaps.

What a noob, hahaha.

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