"Run, kill!"

Accompanied by the excitement of shouting, a group of teenagers slapped the keyboard and crackled.

Today's Internet cafes have become noisy again due to the rise of chicken-eating games. Just like the popularity of the legendary siege war back then, countless young people are consuming excess energy and youth hormones here.

In the corner, a young man sat quietly in front of the computer, staring at the screen with his eyes focused, occasionally clicking the mouse, and then sighed.

"You are playing with chicken, too," a tender voice rang behind him.

The young man looked back and found that he was a girl in his teens. She was wearing a student uniform, with a slightly haggard face and a thin figure as if a gust of wind could blow away.

"I don't play, I just take a look," the young man smiled.

"Then you give me the machine, I'll play!" The girl seemed very excited.

The young man thought for a while, got up and sat in the empty seat next to her, and gave the machine to her.

The girl quickly entered the exciting battlefield of Jedi Island, waiting for the airborne time, and restlessly manipulated the characters to run around, whispering fists at the people around her.

"You are a girl, why do you play such explosive games?" the young man asked curiously.

"It's fun, exciting, interesting, I just like to play anyway," the girl stared at the screen and said casually: "They confiscated my phone, and I don't have an ID card, so I really can't play. I'm almost depressed."

"So I went to the Internet cafe to watch others play and then found an opportunity to get a machine?" the young man asked looking at the girl.

The girl nodded, finally turned her head and looked at him, then smiled embarrassedly and said, "I can't do anything about it, who made this game so fun?"

The young man frowned and said, "Is it fun? I think it's average."

"No? Men are all bloody and like to play guns. Basically, no one of the boys around me doesn't like to play this game. Why don't you like to play? It's so strange," the girl pouted her mouth, looked at him again, then turned her head to look at the screen, and shouted excitedly: "It's starting, I'm going to jump into the skin city, I just died!"

The young man didn't say anything, sat next to him and watched her play games seriously.

The girl landed on the ground and ran to a room to find a pistol and helmet. As soon as she ran to the second floor and picked up a few bandages, the sound of footsteps came from beside her.

"Shh, don't talk, someone!" The girl shrank into the corner and pointed her pistol at the entrance of the stairs.

"You are easily beaten to death by the other party like this," the young man couldn't help but say.

"How is it possible? I pointed at the stairs. As long as he came up, I shot him to death immediately!" the girl defended.

"Wrong, although you point at the stairs, you are in a straight-eye state at this time. The other party suddenly rushed up and was in a moving state. It is difficult for you to aim. He can turn around and give you a shuttle bullet. When you are in a static state, he will be easy to aim at you," the young man explained quickly.

The girl said with some displeasure: "What do you think you should do?"

"There are two ways, either you jump out of the window and escape, or you move forward, stand on the edge of the stairs, and look down, so that you can find him the first time he goes up the stairs. He is in the stairs, with a small space and cannot dodge. If you shoot from a high place, he will definitely die." The young man explained.

"Really? Let me try it," while the girl spoke, she controlled the character and walked to the edge of the stairs, lowered her head and looked down. At this time, the enemy was just going upstairs. The girl immediately clicked the mouse, and fifteen pistol bullets swept around in a flash. The other party was knocked down, knelt on the stairs, and slowly climbed down the stairs.

"Hahaha, you are so amazing. It seems that you have a high talent in gaming!" The girl shouted excitedly, manipulating the character to jump down the stairs, preparing to make up for the person who was knocked out.

"Don't go down, he's not dead yet, it means he has teammates!" The young man stopped her, "Come on the bullets quickly, then squat on the stairs and wait. He jumped down when he heard the footsteps. He could give him a sudden attack while his teammate was rescued."

The girl nodded, and at this time she had already believed in his guidance, so she loaded the bullets and squatted on the stairs and waited motionlessly.

Sure enough, within a moment, the footsteps sounded again, and then the footsteps stopped.

"Can you go down?" the girl asked nervously.

"Don't move, his teammates should be blocking the stairs and waiting for you to go down. Don't move, so that he thinks you have jumped into the window and escaped. He is so relieved to rescue him. Then you go down and count with me 12345. Okay, you can jump down!" The young man issued an order.

The girl quickly controlled the character and jumped down the stairs. She suddenly saw that the enemy was indeed rescued. She rushed up with a bullet and instantly knocked down the person who came to rescue.

"Quickly fix the gun, lick the bag, and then retreat quickly, don't stop!" the young man said anxiously.

The girl quickly patched up the two of them and finished licking the bag. These two people were really fat. The girl got rich in a wave, with m4 in her hand and a quadruple mirror, and instantly reached the peak of her life.

The girl evacuated the room and quickly jumped to the next room.

"It is not advisable to stay here for a long time, find a car, and get out of poison!" said the young commander.

The girl quickly found a jumping car, drove the car and rushed towards the center point.

When you meet an enemy on the road, the young commander: No matter what, keep running, let’s talk about it in advance!

The final round is coming, the young commander: Don’t drive, lie on the ground, and surround the edge of the safety zone.

There is only one enemy left. The young commander: Don’t shoot, throw out all the grenades on your body!

"Boom boom boom boom--"

Accompanied by the blast of grenades, the words "Good luck, eat chicken tonight" lit up on the screen.

"Ah, I won, I ate chicken in one row, hahaha, it's great, this is the first time, you're so awesome!" The girl almost jumped up excitedly, couldn't help but turn around and put it around the young man's neck, and grabbed his little mouth and kissed him on the face.

After the kiss, the girl blushed her little face a little embarrassedly and said with a smirk: "Sorry, I'm so excited."

The young man also blushed a little, took out a cigarette and lit it, sighing, "I didn't expect that winning a game would make you so happy, it's really strange."

The girl defended her: "What do you know? Although I only won one game, I won 99 people. Isn't this worth pride?"

"Don't you feel guilty when you kill someone? How can you kill someone at will?" the young man asked.

The girl looked at him in confusion: "You are so strange. This is just a game. Besides, if I don't kill him, he will kill me. I didn't kill him myself. If he dies, he can start again. What's the point of guilt about this?"

"What if it is in reality? If someone asks you to kill someone with a gun in reality, do you dare to kill him? There is no saying that you will start again in reality." The young man asked.

The girl was a little scared by him, especially when she saw his strange eyes, she couldn't help but stand up, lift her schoolbag, and said in a panic: "I'll leave first, I have to go home."

"Yes," the young man nodded, sat back in his seat, and also started a game.

The girl took two steps and couldn't help but retreat, standing behind the young man without a sound watching him play games.

What she didn't expect was that from the start of the game to the finals, the young man didn't shoot a single shot. There were several chances that he could kill the opponent, but he didn't take action, he just kept doing it. Even at the last moment, there was only one enemy left, and he didn't shoot, but tried to kill the opponent with medicine.

There is such a way to eat chicken in the world? The girl was stunned.

"Why don't you shoot?" the girl finally couldn't help asking.

"This is a kind gun," the young man looked back at her and smiled slightly.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!