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In the middle of the Western District of Silvermoon City, on top of a luxurious hotel building in the shape of a blooming flower. [Love ↑ Go △ Small ↓ Talk △ Net w
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On a petal-shaped aerial dining platform that was separated from the surrounding buildings, connected only by a metal passageway that was not considered wide.
A group of players was standing on it, some were quickly applying blood tonics on their bodies or taking out bullets, Energy Crystals, and other supplies from their backpacks.
Even more people raised their firearms or energy converters, currently attacking the only dark passage with a transparent bottom that was more than thirty meters long with full force. Three players were trying to rush over from the passageway, their bodies covered in blood. They were Elite zombies that had been converted from players.
"Da, da, da …"
"-244, -234!"
"Kaboom …"
“-545！”
Concentrated bullets and Energy skill attacks intertwined, causing the three tall and sturdy Elite zombies to retreat step by step.
However, T-virus infected zombies did not have any vital points other than their heads, and attacks on other parts of their body would cause them to suffer a huge damage reduction.
Therefore, although the three zombies were pushed back by the players' skills and the impact of the bullets, and one of them even had its intestines pierced and its stomach split open, with both legs broken, lying on the blood-stained passageway, they still opened their gray and lifeless eyes, roaring as they struggled to crawl over here.
"F * ck, these guys can really take a beating."
"Skynet, I say, why do you guys have to bring these three NPCs along? In this kind of situation, why do you even care about the mission? "
"If it wasn't for the three of them dragging us down, we would definitely be out of the city by now, and we wouldn't be stuck here."
In the team, a Scout player wearing a black special Level 47 Rare combat uniform and holding a submachine gun that had a sci-fi feel in his hands finished the bullets in the submachine gun magazine.
As he cursed, he hurriedly changed the magazine and shouted with some dissatisfaction.
He wore a dark gold guild badge on his chest, and in this team, there were three other players wearing the same badge, and their equipment looked pretty good.
There were currently a total of 17 people on the platform, 14 players and 3 NPCs!
Among the players, other than the Sniper Skynet, the Heavy Armored Warrior Ultimate Heavy Armor, and My World's "Commoner" player squad, there was a four-man elite squad led by the Scout and four casual players.
However, there were only four members left in My World's team.
Out of the original three female players, two of the Manipulators had chosen to forcefully log off because they could not stand the plot of the Biohazard Crisis. Only the female Doctor, who was a little pale and did not dare to look at her, only half-closed eyes as she replenished everyone's HP!
As for the three NPCs, they were naturally Old John and the two NPC salesmen from the ammunition store.
"I told you, this is a protection mission, and I promised someone to protect their safety!"
"Moreover, this place was originally very safe. If it wasn't for your people wanting to farm points and attacking that Commander-Grade Tyrant, the alloy door of the passageway would not have been destroyed, resulting in this situation."
"Fortunately, the Tyrant's level was not high. It left with low Health Points. Otherwise, everyone would have been dead!"
At the edge of the platform, Heaven's Eye's expression was similarly displeased as he said coldly.
Bang!
“-2255！”
The Level 50 Excellent Sniper Rifle in his hand was more than 1.5 meters long and had a 7mm caliber. With one shot, he blew up the head of one of the Elite zombies that was already at critical HP!
Bang!
Next to Skynet, Watermelon Skin, who was holding a Fine-grade sniper rifle, also fired at the same time. 【Love ↑ Go △ Small ↓ Say △ Net
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However, there was another mistake. A normal armor-piercing bullet hit the chest of the zombie that had already been killed by Sky Eye, carrying out a meaningless "corpse whipping"!
"Heh, I'm really impressed … I really don't understand why there are still so many people in the game who choose to be a Sniper. This is a class that can't deal damage or contribute in team battles!"
"Especially when you're not willing to spend money," said Feng Luo. "Poor players can at least rely on skill output if they choose Light Armor Warriors or Manipulators. If a Sniper doesn't have a sniper rifle with over 600 damage, how useful can he be on the battlefield? "
The Scout player was a little annoyed by Skynet's cold words. Then, after seeing Watermelon Skin's attack, he spoke in a rather strange tone.
"Who says Snipers are useless? Did you rely on the submachine gun in your hand to break that Tyrant's defense just now? "
Hearing this, Watermelon Skin looked indignant as he raised his head and shouted at him.
"Heh, I only broke the defense once, but how high was your damage output in the entire process of fighting the 'Boss'? Other things aside, is the team contribution of you two Snipers added together higher than mine?
Moreover, with this Death Star in my hand, is it really that difficult to break the Tyrant's defense again? "
The Scout player seemed to be very satisfied that Watermelon Skin had spoken up to argue with him, and a hint of a sinister smile flashed in his eyes.
At the same time, after reloading the magazine of the Level 45 Rare submachine gun in his hand, he opened fire again!
"Ta, ta, ta!"
A series of bullets with a faint blue light rushed out from the muzzle of the Rare submachine gun and hit the bodies of the remaining two roaring Elite zombies on the opposite side. The two Level-40 and above Elite zombies with low HP were actually riddled with bullet holes by these bullets, and in the blink of an eye, both died from the damage piled up!
This was at least a D-grade and above energy-type special bullet, and it was very clear that this Scout player belonged to the category of "star coin" players who did not care too much about money!
"Don't look down on Snipers. A true top-notch Sniper, with the same equipment, can completely crush you in terms of output and team contribution!"
Watermelon Skin's face was a little ugly as he replied rather unhappily.
It was just that when he said this, his expression was clearly lacking in confidence!
After all, Snipers were indeed at a disadvantage in terms of output per unit of time.
Although the Scout's submachine gun's damage was not as good as a Sniper's, its shooting speed was far superior. With the same equipment, the output per unit of time could indeed exceed a Sniper's; this was an undeniable fact.
However, this Scout, who had only met everyone in a team to avoid the zombies an hour ago, was clearly mocking Snipers and civilian players just because his equipment was good. This made Watermelon Skin a little angry.
If not for the situation, he would have definitely separated from this guy long ago. This kind of person who liked to show off would not be liked by anyone.
"Yo, where's the real Sniper expert? You can't be thinking of talking about Thousand Miles of your Storm City's top ten experts, right?
"Even if your top ten experts want to surpass me in terms of damage output, there's not much of a possibility. Because my Innate Skill is' Critical Hit '. Even if Thousand Miles has the S-rank Innate Skill' True Eye '… Moreover, don't you know that Thousand Eyes was completely defeated by our North City's top ten expert,' Onishi '?
Having already resolved this wave of crisis, the Scout player raised his Rare submachine gun and continued to speak proudly.
When talking about his Talent, there was a clear flash of pride in his eyes, but when talking about the ID "Onishi," there was a flash of envy and deep jealousy in his eyes!
In the game, such players were not rare; they would always feel that the expert players of their own city were very powerful, which meant that they themselves were very powerful.
At the same time, they would also look down on the top players of other cities or forces; some players even liked to use this as a reason to mock others!
"Of course it's not Thousand Miles, it's …"
Watermelon Skin could not help but blurt out.
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