Chapter 526 Pan Yuting hits the God of War's head with 80 bullets
At the same time, he moved like a ghost, pressing his body tightly against the cover with lightning speed, as if he had merged into one with the cover.
Every movement he made was cautious and light, for fear of making even the slightest sound and exposing his position.
In this way, he curled up his body as much as possible, hiding himself completely behind the cover, not daring to reveal the slightest flaw.
Time passed minute by minute, and after about ten seconds, there was a slight noise suddenly coming from the iron door that was originally closed.
Then, a head popped out from behind the iron gate. The man looked left and right, scanning the surroundings, as if he was searching for something vigilantly.
However, because the seal was hidden so well, the other party did not notice anything unusual.
After a moment, the head shrank back, and there was a muffled "bang" sound, and the iron door was closed again.
"Tingting, how's the progress over there? Have you successfully arrived at the set broadcast control room?" Feng Hen lowered his voice and asked Pan Yuting through the communication equipment.
Because only after Pan Yuting and the others have opened up and taken control of the situation, can we boldly move forward.
Otherwise, as long as the enemy behind the iron gate in front of him kept staring at this place, it would be difficult for him to take any action.
Soon, Pan Yuting's clear and pleasant voice came out from the communicator: "We have arrived at our destination. We just got rid of Brother Ji with Sister Yan!
There are no enemies here, I have room to attack!"
Hearing this good news, Feng Hen was immediately delighted, but he did not let his guard down.
"Great! In that case, please help me check if you can see the person on the second floor of the General Office.
If you can see him, just shoot him. That way, I can take the opportunity to launch a sneak attack and catch them off guard!" Feng Hen ordered anxiously.
But who would have thought that at this moment, another person's voice suddenly interrupted...
"Hey, hey, hey, hahahaha! My luck is finally starting to improve! Look at my luck, I actually got a golden lion statue!
Brother Hen, you are right, this game is really a big gold game!"
Li Zhengyuan was so excited that his face turned red and his eyes were almost narrowed into slits from smiling. He shouted with joy and danced with his hands to show Feng Hen his harvest.
When Feng Hen heard Li Zhengyuan's shouting, he couldn't help but shook his head helplessly and said with a wry smile:
"Okay, okay, I'm so happy to know that you got the big gold, but don't forget that our main goal in this round is to get the men's group token.
Go over and help Tingting and Ningyan, don't get carried away by this small achievement and lose sight of the priorities."
"Don't worry, Brother Hen! Leave it to me! I will never let anyone get close to Tingting!" Li Zhengyuan agreed readily, then rushed out of the editing room like a gust of wind.
He swiftly jumped over the fence and ran towards the ventilation staircase without hesitation. His speed was so fast that it seemed as if there was wind under his feet.
At the same time, Leng Ningyan held the AEK rifle steadily in the direction of the recording studio.
She stared at the staircase intently, not daring to relax for a moment, and prayed silently in her heart that no one would come up from that direction to attack their flank.
At this moment, Pan Yuting suddenly shouted, "Brother Hen, I found them!" Before she finished speaking, the M110 sniper rifle in her hand fired a crisp sound.
Pan Yuting has grown a lot now. She is no longer the ignorant little girl who needed protection all the time.
After many battles, she has developed independent judgment skills and can accurately tell when to decisively open fire and when to remain calm and wait for the opportunity.
As long as she keenly senses the slightest opportunity, she will pull the trigger without hesitation and decisively.
Even though she was defeated in the end, she was not afraid at all, because in her heart, she always believed that she had the most indestructible backing - Feng Hen. He was like a towering mountain, guarding her firmly behind her and protecting her from wind and rain.
Only three crisp gunshots were heard, "Bang! Bang! Bang!", which pierced the sky. Pan Yuting fired three times in rapid succession with lightning speed. The gun in her hand spewed out flames, and the bullets whizzed like meteors towards the head of the person who had just shown up from the comprehensive office on the second floor.
However, what was unexpected was that although her shooting speed was extremely fast and accurate, the person opposite her was wearing the Ares Helmet, which was a defensive artifact.
The Type 80 ammunition fired by Pan Yuting hit it like an ant trying to shake a tree, and it was completely unable to penetrate its solid defense, only splashing a series of dazzling white sparks in vain.
The person in the general office on the second floor was obviously frightened by the sudden attack.
When he realized that his head was attacked, he was terrified and hurriedly lay down in an attempt to avoid the fatal blow that might follow.
"Brother Hen, it's bad! I just fired three shots at the opposite side, and all of them hit his head, but a white light came out. The other party was wearing a war helmet!" Pan Yuting anxiously reported the situation to Feng Hen.
After hearing this, Feng Hen remained calm, as if everything was under control. He consoled him, "It's okay. When participating in a competition of this level, it's inevitable that the opponents will be equipped with a full set of level 6 equipment.
We don't need to kill them with one strike, as long as we can destroy the durability of their helmets and armor, thus greatly reducing their protective capabilities, we will have achieved our goal."
For Feng Hen, if the 80 bullets in Pan Yuting's hand could easily penetrate the opponent's level helmet and armor, it would be a miracle beyond imagination.
If he thought of bringing dum-dum bullets, then the other teams are not fools and will definitely bring meat balls to act as pedicure masters.
Then, Feng Hen held his breath, pressed his ear tightly against the cold iron door, and listened carefully to the footsteps of the enemy behind the iron door.
Time passed by minute by minute, but the footsteps seemed to be frozen in place, not moving at all.
"This guy is really patient, as steady as an old dog!" Feng Hen thought to himself. He couldn't help but frown and began to think about the reason why the other party was so calm.
At the same time, Feng Hen's eyes quickly swept around, secretly speculating in his heart:
"Where are the others? Are they all hoping to reap the benefits?
There is not a single person to be seen in this half of the map. According to common sense, they should have been resurrected in the post-production room or the yellow card area.
But why have they remained silent until now?
Could it be that they just watched the people from the General Office on the second floor fighting fiercely with the Central Control Men's Group and did nothing? This is really unreasonable... "