The Ultimate Versatile Soldier King Chapter 849 853: CS Showdown

Luo Chao went head-to-head with her, ready to be hacked again if necessary. Last ti, her attack had penetrated the entire company's system. Ning Wanxi imdiately ordered the tech departnt to enhance the computer system's firewalls, so that any hacker intrusion would automatically shut down all company computers.

So this ti, Luo Chao wasn't afraid of her. Otherwise, how could he dare to surf the internet so boldly and even challenge her?

"Duel!" Xiao Baihe shouted angrily.

"If it's an old ga, whatever you want to duel in, I'll accompany you to the end!" Luo Chao said confidently. He hadn't kept up with new gas, but as for the old ones, he was quite proficient.

Xiao Baihe was silent for a mont: "Duel in CS, but what if you lose?"

CS? A confident smile curled at the corner of Luo Chao's lips as he said, "What do you think?"

"Call 'Auntie' three tis and say 'I was wrong,'" Xiao Baihe said with a sinister smile.

"And if you lose, what then?"

Xiao Baihe confidently said, "Whatever you want."

With a sudden inspiration, Luo Chao mischievously said, "Send a bikini photo to look at."

"You pervert!" Xiao Baihe cursed, "Let's see how you beat ."

At that mont, Luo Chao's screen went black, and three seconds later, when it lit up again, he was directly in the CS ga. Luo Chao was stupefied; this little hacker was sothing else.

It was a one-on-one map, with sniper rifles scattered all over the ground. Luo Chao focused intensely; as the countdown hit zero, the characters appeared. He quickly picked up a sniper, hid behind a stone wall, leaped forward, saw Xiao Baihe's figure, took a shot, and bam—headshot!

Xiao Baihe, lounging in her boudoir, was dumbfounded as she stared at her screen. She had been holding her gun, ready for Luo Chao to appear, and was just about to shoot when she got headshot—too fast!

Master! That was the first thought in Xiao Baihe's mind, and not just a master, but a top-tier master. The ga would end automatically once soone hit ten kills.

At this mont, Xiao Baihe didn't dare underestimate him. She hid behind a large stone block, waiting for the right mont. Silently, she moved her body to see where Luo Chao was, but just as she peeked out, bam—a headshot again.

This marksmanship was too accurate; could she even play a decent ga? Xiao Baihe gritted her teeth in frustration and indignation. She hid behind the stone block and refused to co out.

Just then, she heard footsteps through her headset; Luo Chao was coming!

As the footsteps got closer, Xiao Baihe gauged his position, leaped, and crouched low, only to see Luo Chao charging with a pistol. Slightly startled for a second, she decisively opened fire. Yet Luo Chao seed to know exactly where she'd aim and sidestepped, avoiding the shot.

Bam! Another headshot with the pistol!

"Ah!" Xiao Baihe pulled her hair, nearly driven mad.

"Auntie just doesn't believe I can't kill you even once," Xiao Baihe muttered to herself. The mont her character respawned, she picked up the sniper again, only to see that Luo Chao hadn't bothered with a gun and was sprinting over with a knife.

Now this was downright humiliation; Xiao Baihe was furious. Bam, bam, bam, she fired in quick succession, but Luo Chao dodged them all. Frantic, she switched to her pistol and fired so more. Although she hit him once, it wasn't a fatal blow; the pistol's damage was just too limited.

A dark shadow descended from above with a sharp blade—another headshot!

Xiao Baihe slumped weakly in her chair. How could this Luo Chao be so formidable? It felt as if the ga was tailor-made for him.

"You're too weak, just admit defeat," Luo Chao typed. anwhile, a sinister smile appeared on Xiao Baihe's pretty face. Luo Chao's screen suddenly went black, and when it lit up again, he found himself in an arena, in a 6v6 final match, an international league.

Huaxia Country versus the United States!

In New York, a team from Huaxia nad LGD was up against a U.S. team called TM. The score was TM 6 to ... win one more round, and they'd take the championship.

Clearly, an uneven battle.

Just as everyone thought the U.S. would surely win, a team mber from LGD shouted, "I got disconnected!"

Disconnected? That exclamation shocked everyone. The Huaxia team's manager and staff rushed over to check the computer—indeed, it was a strange disconnection. The computer was perfectly fine, yet it inexplicably blacked out and couldn't be rebooted.

The LGD manager hurried to negotiate with the U.S. hosts, but all he got were dismissive looks and a wagged finger indicating the match had to continue.

The TM team players began typing in the ga: "Is this all you Huaxia people can do—cheat crassly?"

"Sick n of East Asia, go ho and drink milk!"

TM's six players taunted while the five remaining Huaxia players wore stern expressions, wishing they could puml them. But those Aricans were all tall and rugged; picking a fight would be asking for it!

"Fuck you!" suddenly appeared in the ga chat—chillingly, it was from the account that had dropped offline.

The crowd gasped at the dark computer screen. What was happening?

Realizing a hacker might have infiltrated, the crowd was enlightened; otherwise, they might really believe in ghosts. The U.S. referee gritted his teeth—only one round away from victory—and shouted, "Continue the match!"

Luo Chao sat at the computer, clenching his fists. Today, he had to teach these arrogant Aricans a lesson. Without a headset, he couldn't communicate with the other five team mbers. Worse yet, he only had a pistol!

Better than nothing, Luo Chao consoled himself, cursing Xiao Baihe internally: wretched Baihe, couldn't accept defeat, dragged here, thinking pros would crush , no freakin' way.

Even though a hacker had intruded, without tampering with the ga host's program, there were no bugs in the ga. The organizers believed a hacker had entered to help Huaxia save face. They sneered; TM, having won three consecutive championships, was an impeccably coordinated and invincible team. No hacker could change that.

Luo Chao's side was the terrorists, while TM was the counter-terrorists. Ard with an M9 pistol, he had 15 bullets in the magazine and little firepower.

Typing was too slow to communicate, so Luo Chao charged ahead alone, leaving five stunned teammates. He dashed toward the counter-terrorist zone, while TM's six mbers had 5 holding AUG submachine guns and 1 with a sniper.

A 3-man unit moved toward An Lei's spot when they saw the terrorists' white camo. Just ready to fire, bam, bam, bam, three headshots, all displayed as from an M9 pistol.