Rough modeling, like a rusty medal; blurry image quality, like a dust-covered military flag.
From "Cross Fire," the smiley-face ranked veteran known as "Omo," stepped forward with somewhat stiff movements, and instantly a Barrett anti-material sniper rifle appeared in his hand.
No need to scope in, or even aim, the veteran Omo directly spun in place, and the bullet curved across most of the map to hit the phase demon in the black smoke.
Da da da da da——
The sniper rifle was used with the fire rate of a revolving machine gun; the gunfire was as dense and noisy as New Year's firecrackers, and the falling brass casings piled into a small mountain.
"He's spinning!"
Gray Rain watched, stunned, as she, a low-level robot, naturally had not played "Cross Fire," a classic online game, "Isn't this the move of that, Red Spider?"
"Red Spider learned it too."
Li Cheng said in a deep voice, pulling Gray Rain back two steps to avoid blocking the big brother's line of fire.
