Hu Zijian felt that Lu Ying's skills in * had reached the point of being superb, so he speculated that maybe Lu Ying could judge the opponent's position from the position of the shot.

One of the things that many people often encounter when playing PUBG is that they don't know the location of the person who killed them until they are killed.

Can an experienced sniper position tell where the opponent is by being attacked? Fan Cheng couldn't make up his mind about this matter.

But at least one thing he knew was that he wasn't a top-notch sniper, and neither was Hu Zijian. The only person who knows whether it is feasible is Lu Ying.

"Or, Lu Ying, you should seal the cigarette and see if you can pull people, if you can't, run directly."

The third-level head, the third-level armor, and the air-dropped weapon AUG are enough to show that the resources in Lu Ying's hands at this moment are rich enough. But this mode is a 4v4 mode, no matter how rich a person's resources are, it is far inferior to having one more teammate.

Although there are often 1v2, 1v3 or even 1v4 things in this game, this is a small probability event after all. Compared with a person who is very rich in materials being killed by a relatively poor person, Fan Cheng thinks that the latter is more common.

"Take a gamble." Lu Ying gritted her teeth and suddenly spoke.

"Are you sure?" The person who asked the question was not Fan Cheng, but Hu Zijian. Because Hu Zijian himself knew the absurdity of this tactic, it was a gamble, and the FYG team bet all on Lu Ying in the second game.

"What do you think, Captain?" Hu Zijian turned his head, looked at Fan Cheng and said.

This kind of thing, you can't do it alone. Now Lu Ying is burdened with the fate of the entire FYG team, and if the other members of the FYG team are forced to accept such a setting because of an illusory gamble, even Hu Zijian, who is in charge of tactics, is completely unacceptable.

"You've said both, what else do I have to say?" Fan Cheng smiled and shook his head. The other member of the FYG team also nodded, naturally acquiescing to this tactic.

"It's crazy." Lu Ying's running character stopped, the weapon in his hand switched to the airdrop gun AUG, and then stayed in place as if it had been disconnected.

"I guess the audience will be stunned after seeing this scene...... Lu Ying said with a laugh. She believes in her experience, and she believes in her persistence for so long. If it was Lin Feng, could he do it?

"Hey, that girl from the FYG team stopped, I shot." The sniper position of the FYG team was ecstatic after seeing Lu Ying suddenly stop, opened the scope, and aimed his gun at Lu Ying's position. A distance of less than 100 meters, an enemy standing still, with a sufficient muzzle velocity *, there is no reason to miss it.

He didn't think about why Lu Ying suddenly stopped. Even as a pro, his instincts warn him that there might be some kind of conspiracy on the part of Team FYG. But now, what he sees in his eyes is not a conspiracy, but an opportunity.

A fleeting opportunity!

No one will miss a head!

"Bang!"

Sure enough, less than five seconds after Lu Ying just stopped, after a gunshot rang out, Lu Ying's third-level head seemed to have cracked a gap, and the amount of blood dropped directly!

"One shot!" The sniper position of the PKG team shouted.

But soon, he found that Lu Ying actually raised the gun and aimed it at himself.

"Da Da Da!"

"Da Da Da!"

In the grass, a piece of green blood gushed out, and Lu Ying's AUG harvested the head without any mercy.

"Can you really feel it?" When Lu Ying knocked down that person, Hu Zijian asked with some confusion.

"No, I can't feel it, I just listen to the sound." Lu Ying shook her head.

Stand still when she can listen attentively to the headphones. Although her hearing is far from Lin Feng's monster-level hearing, it is still relatively outstanding among all professional players. But Lu Ying's experience as a sniper still provided her with some help, and the sound of the sniper's gunfire was too familiar.

The sniper of the PKG team was hiding in a very secret place at all, just a patch of grass. But the reason why the FYG team, including Lu Ying, can be concealed, but it just so happens that that position is a shadow of vision.

In every PUBG, the position of the sun is not fixed. And the position where the PKG team's sniper position was hiding just now happened to be dark. And it was a little different from what Lu Ying expected, he happened to be equipped with a flame suppressor. Not because he didn't know that it worked better in the first few laps*, of course, but that he only had a flame suppressor.

"It's just a knockout, I guess there are still people." Hu Zijian opened the microphone road.

The PKG team only fell two people, but Lu Ying got the kill points of these two people in his hands first. Then, he hid under a cover, threw a * at the bottom of his feet, and hit a first-aid kit as soon as the smoke rose.

After the HP finally recovered a lot, Lu Ying threw another * and helped up his knocked down teammate.

But what made Lu Ying feel a little strange was that until Hu Zijian and Fan Cheng were helped up, they were not attacked.

"Why didn't they shoot?" Lu Ying asked with some confusion.

"PKG, isn't it a team?"

"It was a knockdown, but I haven't heard any gunshots since you killed the sniper, so maybe they're separated."

"Maybe." Lu Ying nodded. Although in general, professional players are not dispersed in professional competitions. But considering that there are only a dozen people left in the whole game now, it is not surprising that the remaining dozen or so people are separated even if they are separated.

After finishing out the PKG duo, the FYG team went into the third lap unharmed, just like the finals.

……

"Why are these people jumping to these positions?"

After being eliminated, Lin Feng didn't watch the battle, but turned on the replay, and then he found an amazing scene.

The holy mountain, the school, and the shooting range, these three places where the poor must not be able to support a team of people, jumped more than ninety people. With the exception of DYF and FYG, all teams, including the M249 team, are concentrated in these three positions.

"That would explain why there weren't so many people dying at the range, but the number of survivors has been going down like crazy." The mouse said.

"I don't really care about that, but I'm still curious why they are jumping into these three positions so hard?"

Lin Feng looked at the replay with a confused expression, the three positions, as if the 23 teams had already been booked in advance, rushed to the three positions where there were no people.

Could it be that the commander of each team is the same as himself?

But it doesn't make sense.

Lin Feng knew that the reason why he chose the shooting range was actually for the sake of the poison circle. The first one has already created enough advantages, so they don't need to find a place with a lot of resources to earn kill points by fighting. The other teams didn't have such a big advantage, and this explanation didn't make sense from the start.

Admittedly, the order of the match was important this time, because the first place pick had already reached a full ten kills. But on second thought, wouldn't it be easier to establish an advantage if you got a kill point and a pick point at the same time?

The second-place DYF chose to go to a relatively normal looking Port G, and on this route, Port G generally has at least 3 teams of more than 1 people jumping. The FYG team chose to go to the military base, this choice was obviously not to get kill points at the beginning, but to arm themselves by jumping from the military base, and then go all the way to the finals with the advantage of equipment.

The purpose of these two choices is to get kill points, but the purpose is different. One is to start killing after landing, and the other is to start killing after equipping.

Yes, the position of the two teams jumping is understandable, the M249 team is Lin Feng's own choice, and he naturally doesn't feel that there is anything wrong. But for the other 22 teams, the behavior is intriguing.

Of course, it's not that there's anything wrong with the shooting range, the holy mountain, and the school. The problem is that all 22 teams jumped all three places.

And, there's an even bigger coincidence. M249, DYF, and FYG, all three teams have no coaches and no data analysts, and they are also not clubs, and are generally referred to as "grassroots teams" by players in the esports circle.

All the professional teams, except for these three "grassroots teams", all the others jumped to extremely strange-looking positions.

Thinking of this, Lin Feng felt a chill down his spine.

"Heh, play this trick." Lin Feng sneered.

There can be no communication between teams, because the cost of communication is too great. Even if there are tacit tactics such as malicious teaming in City Championships, in a real professional competition like the second division, there is generally no communication between clubs.

Even if it happens, it is absolutely impossible that there will be 22 teams involved in this communication.

The only explanation is the period of suspension between the first and second games.

Originally, Lin Feng felt that the suspension was too abrupt, but after watching the position of the jump at the beginning of this game, Lin Feng determined one thing.

"It turns out that I still underestimated the idle time of the professional team." Lin Feng closed his eyes and shook his head gently, a playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"What do you mean?" The mouse asked with some confusion. He could see that it seemed that Lin Feng had already discovered something.

Lin Feng took a deep breath of turbid air, and then, slowly exhaled the turbid air in his mouth, sneered, and got a conclusion that he couldn't even believe.

"M249 has been targeted." Lin Feng said.

"To be exact, I should have been targeted."