CS: The Last Dance, a Dance That Leads to Professional Success

Chapter 38, "Cost-Effective Sniper God," is loading!

Meng Lang admitted that he had become a bit arrogant.

When he's playing sniper, he prefers to save up resources to build up a powerful sniper rifle, enjoying its devastating firepower and the oppressive feeling of delivering a decisive blow. He rarely uses the sniper rifle on his own initiative.

Now, being inside Syrson's body and feeling the rhythm of the rampage from mid lane, he truly understood the huge difference between the two.

The advantage of a sniper rifle lies in its terrifying power; a single shot to the legs or above can kill, even the arm. But a sniper rifle is different; it requires precise aiming to find the headline, demanding much higher accuracy.

The bolt pulling speeds of the two are also quite different.

The bolt-action of a sniper rifle is slow and heavy, requiring a long wait after each shot, while the bolt-action of a bird sniper rifle is light, quick, and rhythmic.

Aside from that, the most obvious difference between the two lies in the logic of switching weapons.

When using a sniper rifle, the main purpose of switching to a knife is to take advantage of the knife's high movement speed to quickly move to another position or behind cover during the long bolt-action period, thus avoiding becoming a stationary target.

However, the sniper rifle itself has a very fast movement speed, and the movement speed gain from switching to a knife is negligible. Holding the sniper rifle allows for quick repositioning and adjustments.

These distinct characteristics forced Meng Lang to completely change his mastery of the sniper rifle mode in order to adapt to the agile and rapid rhythm of the bird sniper rifle.

But to make matters worse...
He wasn't adapting to the leisurely training environment of playing bots, but rather to the perilous mid-lane of the maze, where real CTs could appear at any moment!

It started with an incredible 1v4 situation!

Only forward is possible.

Can't retreat!

In his first few attempts, Meng Lang was still adjusting his aiming speed and movement. Often, after firing only a few shots, he would be sent back to the starting point by bullets that came from some unknown corner.

[The loser eats the dust!]

[The loser eats the dust!]

[The loser eats the dust!]

He died three times in a row and accomplished almost nothing.

Meng Lang took a deep breath to calm himself down and focused all his attention on experiencing the unique feel of the Syrson sniper rifle. He aimed for precision and smoothness in every step, including stopping, scope-in, aiming, firing, pulling the bolt, and moving.

Finally, after the seventh rewind, he felt he had fully adapted to the faster scope-in ​​speed and unique shooting rhythm of the bird sniper rifle.

"Nima..."

Meng Lang's eye twitched slightly; he had already died seven times before he could barely get used to it.

But he quickly adjusted his mindset.

Now that we've adapted, the real challenge is about to begin!

He began to consciously seek out and imitate the unique sniping rhythm and body control of the Syrson bird sniper rifle—that strange rhythm that belonged exclusively to the bird sniper rifle, somewhere between the agility of a rifleman and the composure of a sniper rifleman.

During this period,
He also achieved a double kill more than once.

Even a triple kill!

Obviously, once he got used to the rhythm, the bird shot wasn't difficult for him, a former sniper. But the most annoying thing was the CT on the B connector, whose defense was completely dynamic and unpredictable.

Sometimes, before Meng Lang could even snipe the sniper in the third long box, he would have already cleared out from B connector by throwing a flashbang. And when Meng Lang tried to change his strategy and prioritize dealing with the threat in B connector, the sniper in the long box opposite the archway in the middle would suddenly fire a shot, catching him off guard!

This predicament of being unable to attend to both ends caused Meng Lang's attempts to repeatedly fail.

The number of failures quickly accumulated to sixteen!

Crash-!
The scene before my eyes shattered again, returning me to the starting point of the COSCO sandbags.

call--!
Meng Lang took another deep breath!
Instead of taking immediate action, he closed his eyes and rapidly reviewed the previous sixteen failures in his mind, just like in every previous competition.

The habit of periodically reviewing and summarizing in his mind was something he developed after the system appeared, allowing him to grasp the key to success amidst complex clues. The next second, he moved!
It's still that same smooth and effortless forward pressure B-wave!
Emergency stop! Scope in!
boom--!
On the left side of the VIP area, the CT scanner, which had just appeared, collapsed to the ground!

head shot!

Pull the bolt! Move! The view instantly shifts to the archway!

boom--!
The second CT pulled out from the archway was precisely targeted and killed!

Double kill!

After securing the double kill, Meng Lang didn't immediately aim his crosshair at the long box as he had done before. Instead, he focused his attention on the B connector!

really!

Almost the instant he killed the CT at the archway, a flashbang was launched high into the air from the B connector!

Oh shit!

I've been waiting for you, you old bastard!

At almost the same time, the sniper in the long box also revealed himself!
Following the pattern of his previous sudden deaths, he would either use his flashbang to kill Lao Liu, and then be taken down by the sniper.

Either try to shoot the long box, then get mowed down by Lao Liu's M4A1.

But this time,
A sudden inspiration struck Meng Lang!
He neither retreated nor pushed forward; instead, he suddenly turned and jumped off the edge of the B platform, landing in the middle!

This jump instantly broke out of B-connection with Lao Liu's gun line!
At the same time, this flexible turning and jumping also allowed the long box sniper rifle to be fired without fire!
The moment he landed, Meng Lang didn't hesitate to take advantage of the AWP's fast scope-in ​​speed, and immediately fired a shot towards the long box!
boom--!
Bullets whistled through the air!

Blood spurted out!
The long box sniper rifle fell to the ground!
Three kills!

Meng Lang didn't even glance at the long box. Relying on his exceptional muscle memory and feel, he suddenly spun his gun 180 degrees, and the crosshair was swiftly flung back above B!
boom--! ! !
The fourth shot from the bird sniper rifle exploded!

Lao Liu, who had just pulled out of the B connection and was about to grab Timing, suddenly had his helmet explode!
Four kills!

Call it a day!

It has to be said that Meng Lang's series of operations brought the scope-opening speed, mobility and tactical value of the bird sniper rifle to the extreme!
"Ha ha!"

Meng Lang couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Completed in 17 lives!

Including the previous 7 sudden deaths that occurred during adaptation.

He could barely be considered to have achieved his small goal of "passing the level with ten lives"!
At that moment, he felt an indescribable sense of joy and accomplishment!

Just then, the system's mechanical voice rang in his mind again!

[Congratulations, host, on completing the Syrson-style bird sniper forward push!]

[Amidst economic hardship and headwinds, wielding a neglected but incredibly cost-effective weapon, with absolute agility and unparalleled precision, he tore open a crack to victory for his team!]

[The "socially awkward remnant" has been fully fused! When the host is equipped with a bird sniper rifle, marksmanship +15!]

comfortable!
As a rifleman
He may not necessarily need it, but he will have more options in force-break situations in future matches.

The system notification ended, and the desolate city scene before Meng Lang's eyes shattered inch by inch, his consciousness quickly withdrawing from that space filled with gunfire.

The next second, he clearly felt a warm and strong hand on his shoulder, and he heard Niko's familiar, smiling voice:
"Bro, it's time to shake hands."

Meng Lang blinked, his gaze focusing on the time in the lower right corner of the computer screen—16:24.

Time seemed to pass in the blink of an eye.

He stood up, stretched his body which was a little tense from concentrating for so long, and smiled and nodded at Niko:

"Okay, let's go."

(End of this chapter)