Day of Imprisonment

In Luo Xi's view, the competitive mode had no difficulty whatsoever.

To him, as long as it involved competing with others, the contest boiled down to a few abilities.

Intelligence, observation, memory, analytical skills, physical strength, the ability to handle unexpected situations, and combat prowess.

Of course, one didn't have to divide it so finely.

These could be integrated and collectively referred to as combat prowess.

And in the matter of competing with others, Luo Xi had never lost.

At least, not that he could recall.

The source of his confidence and experience in this area came from his battles with his different personalities for dominance.

For Luo Xi, it was an extremely long experience, mixed with chaos, pain, and madness.

Of course, many details only came back to him after he stopped taking medication; before, when he was still medicated, he even thought those personalities in the mirror were just his imagination, that they didn't exist, and he didn't remember the struggle that would have driven anyone else insane.

Cognition, clearly, could be tampered with.

And when he truly recalled the struggle with the many personalities, and how he ultimately became 'Luo Xi,' Luo Xi was very certain that he was good at playing games with people.

Not only was he good at it, but he also particularly enjoyed immersing himself in it, deriving a kind of pleasure that he relished.

He had secretly observed the other six people, even eavesdropping on their private conversations, which, in more professional terms, was called 'lip-reading.'

But he could, and that was that, like the ability to ride a bicycle; once learned, it's never forgotten, and it's a 'passive skill' that activates automatically in the corresponding situation.

Luo Xi also had a hobby, or rather, a characteristic, which could even be understood as a 'disease.'

Luo Xi never denied that he was sick.

Being sick wasn't entirely a derogatory term.

This peculiar condition made him extremely averse to 'unsolved mysteries'; if someone presented him with a puzzle or a problem, he would definitely find a way to solve it. This was somewhat similar to the highest level of obsessive-compulsive disorder, like seeing a single hair left on a smooth forehead; if he didn't pluck it, he wouldn't be able to eat or sleep, and it might even be so severe that he felt life was meaningless.

And the moment he plucked that hair, he would experience immense satisfaction.

Through their lip movements, Luo Xi roughly understood their plan.

Two moles would kill people first.

However, because enemies within the scenario couldn't communicate with each other, their plan was to have people guard the two bomb sites regardless of whether the moles succeeded or not.

Four people, divided into two groups.

It seemed reasonable, but in reality, each person's combat power was different.

Some people had received training, learned how to shoot, and could easily hit a moving target at a distance of twenty to thirty meters.

But many people actually couldn't do that.

The other four people were not equal in strength.

Through their own 'revelations,' Luo Xi chose the two relatively weaker ones, preparing to break through from the weak points.

Just as Luo Xi and Ke Lan were approaching point B, suddenly, a broadcast sounded.

"Battlefield report: There are forty-five minutes left until the end of this battle. Current situation: Terrorists, two dead; Counter-Terrorist Elite, zero dead. Please keep up the good work!"

It was the voice of the Military Uniform Rabbit.

The standard broadcast served to announce the time, making people aware of the time while also creating a sense of urgency, because everything with 'how much time is left' as the main broadcast was intended to create a sense of urgency.

And the death report only mentioned the teams, not who it was.

This was good.

The other side would most likely think that their 'mole' had succeeded.

But Luo Xi's nature had always been characterized by 'prudence.'

From the beginning, his plan was based on the premise that the other side knew the 'mole' had failed, and he formulated his tactics accordingly.

And in Luo Xi's view, there was a high probability that the other side already knew the mole was dead.

Even if they couldn't communicate here, they could use other methods to 'communicate.'

For example, gunshots.

Whether it was two short and one long, or two long and one short, they could all be used as pre-arranged codes.

Unfortunately, the content of their previous whispered conversations didn't involve this, only saying to follow the 'old rules.'

So, if no code was sent, the people on the other side must have already noticed something was wrong.

Arrived at point B.

The area inside the wooden door and the fence in front was it.

Luo Xi walked in front, cautiously, while observing everything around him.

"Judging from the terrain, the wooden door and fence at point B seem to serve the purpose of defense and blocking the line of sight, but this effect also applies to the defenders. On the other hand, if people were hiding in ambush in the side rooms, it would have an unexpected effect."

Luo Xi's gaze turned to the wooden door on the side.

Then he walked over, leaned against the wall on the side of the door, and reached out to push open the half-closed door.

Creaking sounds came.

Other than that, it was silent here.

And if you changed the angle, you could see that inside this house, on the side of the door, a person was nervously holding a pistol, holding his breath, his eyes fixed on the door.

His gun had already been raised, the muzzle pointing there.

As soon as someone came in, he would immediately shoot.

Suddenly, a figure appeared, and he nervously and subconsciously fired, but missed.

Because the other party slid in along the ground.

In general, in prediction, people will subconsciously aim at a height and position that they think the other party will definitely appear at.

About chest height, not too high or too low, and the largest area, the easiest to hit.

But he never expected that the other party would slide in along the ground.

Moreover, the other party's shooting speed was even faster.

Two shots to the chest, one to the head.

This person fell to the ground, staring with unseeing eyes.

Luo Xi got up from the ground and rushed out immediately, holding his gun. Ke Lan was also helping him observe and be on guard, also holding his gun.

However, the other person guarding point B did not rush out rashly to check the situation.

Obviously, he was also an experienced person.

It was right for the other party not to rush out.

Because as long as point B was held, the gunshots here would attract their teammates guarding point A, and then they could form an encirclement.

Naturally, for Luo Xi and the others, they had to attack in the fastest speed and the shortest time.

Otherwise, if the enemy reinforcements arrived, it would not be easy to fight.

"Charge in!"

Luo Xi made a gesture, and Ke Lan understood. He was going to be the vanguard, no need to shoot, just need to rush in to attract firepower.

The task of shooting and killing the enemy was still left to Luo Xi.

The courtyard inside was large, and it was impossible for the other party to hide on both sides of the door.

Luo Xi picked up a stone, threw it high, and threw it into the courtyard, the landing point was in another direction. At the same time, Ke Lan rushed in.

Gunshots rang out.

Immediately afterwards, Luo Xi rushed in.

Shooting.

A burst of gunfire, like a storm, suddenly fell silent, as if it stopped abruptly!

A dozen meters away, the last gunman guarding here fell to the ground.

The gun eye on his neck was bleeding outwards, and there was a gun eye on his forehead, even the wall behind him was splattered with blood and flesh.

"Install the bomb!"

Luo Xi threw the backpack on his back to Ke Lan.

The latter also quickly placed the bomb within the red circle range of the explosion point, and pressed the password and start button.

A one-minute countdown began.

"Guard here?" Ke Lan asked.

Luo Xi shook his head: "No, take the initiative to attack!"

He quickly reloaded the magazine and rushed out of the courtyard.

Without needing to look at the map, Luo Xi had already memorized the entire scene's routes and distribution in his mind, knowing it like the back of his hand.

There were two routes from point A to point B, one route was short, and it might take less than a minute to get there, and the other place required a detour.

Holding a gun in one hand, Luo Xi walked out of the courtyard.

The scenes here rarely have large areas or long, deep spaces. The corridors, passages, and routes are divided by various buildings and walls. The route is still relatively complicated. More importantly, there is no long-range shooting.

The farthest would not exceed thirty meters, and most of them would be spaces of about ten to twenty meters.

Like the old city's spider web-like alleys.

This gave pistols, such close-range weapons, a place to be used.

Ke Lan also followed out.

He had also studied the route. If the enemy wanted to quickly reinforce from point A to point B, then the best way would be to take the shortcut. The other party believed that there were many people and had an advantage, so they would not give up the near for the far.

So, not surprisingly, the two sides would meet in the complex alleys ahead.

Now Ke Lan was completely convinced of Luo Xi's shooting skills.

Just like his own speculation, Luo Xi, in his heart, was definitely a practical expert who had been immersed in the shooting range for many years and fed with tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of bullets.

This speculation isn't unfounded. Ke Lan is something of an expert in this area. He saw it clearly just now—Luo Xi's movements, footwork, and shooting angles are exactly the kind of techniques used by professional IPSC competition shooters.

Too professional.

"What exactly does he do?"

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Ke Lan was very curious.

You know, in China, there are very few professionals in this kind of practical shooting. It's only likely to be found in the military.

But, the other party's demeanor doesn't seem like it.

Just as he was pondering, Luo Xi suddenly turned sideways into a quick-shooting stance.

Two seconds later, footsteps sounded.

As soon as one person showed their head, a gunshot rang out.

Direct headshot, instant kill, and it was two consecutive shots. Ke Lan knew this was called 'double tap'.

"Too accurate!" Ke Lan's eyes widened. That kind of reaction speed and shooting precision is definitely professional-grade.

Another one dead.

That leaves only one last one.

After shooting one person, Luo Xi kept his upper body still, maintaining the shooting stance, but his feet moved quickly, changing position, constantly closing in.

The opponent should also have some experience.

But clearly not much experience. Although he couldn't see the opponent or hear their voice, he could be sure that the only remaining person in the opposing team was hiding around the corner ahead. In fact, the opponent was so nervous that they hadn't moved.

Because he couldn't hear any footsteps.

Anyway, Ke Lan put himself in the other's shoes and thought, what would he do if he were in the opponent's place, facing this situation?

Most likely, he would be like the other person, cowering in the corner.

Luo Xi, holding a gun, gave off too much pressure.

Throughout the entire shooting process, his arms and fingers didn't tremble at all.

One word: steady.

And this steadiness wasn't just limited to the physical state, but also the mentality.

Shooting a living person, at this distance, you could clearly see the blood spurting out.

The corpse fell to the ground. If it were anyone else, they would be somewhat nervous.

Even if they weren't afraid of the corpse, they would be nervous about the fact that the other person also had a gun.

Because even though you shot the enemy, you know that the other enemies also have guns, so one mistake and the next person to have their head shattered and fall to the ground might be you.

In this situation, more or less, people would breathe rapidly, even panic.

But looking at Luo Xi, there was no change.

Neither happy nor sad, neither arrogant nor impatient.

Time passed second by second.

"Time is running out, it's going to explode!"

Luo Xi said, kindly reminding the other person.

The other person didn't respond.

"If you don't come over, then I'll go over!" After Luo Xi said that, he really walked over there.

When he reached the fourth step, the person on the other side suddenly flashed out and shot.

But Luo Xi was faster.

One shot to the chest, one headshot.

"The first competitive match is over, the terrorist side wins."

As the last person on the other side was shot, the broadcast from the uniformed rabbit also sounded.

The surrounding scenery suddenly changed, like distorted bubbles.

Suddenly disappearing.

The next moment, Luo Xi found himself, Ke Lan, and the two 'traitors' he had shot at the beginning, appearing in their ready room.

The two traitors were pale and took a while to recover.

Looking at Luo Xi again, their eyes contained anger and hatred, as well as a hint of fear.

The speed and accuracy with which Luo Xi shot them earlier were too frightening.

They didn't even have time to fire a shot before being headshot.

"I still don't know what you two are called." Luo Xi crossed his arms at this time, standing in a comfortable posture, with the pistol in his hand.

Seemingly casual, but full of pressure.

The two people had strange expressions. One of them, probably feeling a little unnerved by Luo Xi's gaze, couldn't help but say, "Does it matter what we're called?"

"Whether it matters or not, we'll only know by chatting." Luo Xi's words were meaningful, and Ke Lan immediately understood Luo Xi's plan.

He also looked over immediately.

"I'm called A Biao, he's Little P."

These were clearly not names, at most just nicknames.

But Luo Xi didn't care about these.

"I'm Luo Xi, he's Ke Lan. Since you two were planted here, you were prepared to die in this cycle, which means you're not the leaders of your team. At most, you're just members, or rather, cannon fodder."

Luo Xi's words were very blunt.

"Then, as cannon fodder, what is your relationship with them? Friends? Brothers? Relatives? Or just a small team temporarily put together? And no matter what form it is, the situation is already different from the past. You all have card rings, which means you've at least cleared three scenarios. You should deeply understand what I'm saying."

"Only interests are eternal. To be honest, you can't win. The next game is the match point, the decisive game for our side. Think about how you lost in the last game. Following this game, do you think your side has a chance of winning?"

"..." A Biao and Little P didn't say anything. They lowered their heads, seemingly thinking, with calculations in their minds.

Of course, it's unrealistic to win them over with just a few words.

How could Luo Xi not understand this principle?

"People always have to consider their own interests first, and should put them at the highest priority. So, since you can't win anyway, why not think about how to get some benefits for yourselves?"

"What exactly do you want to say? If you want us to betray, then you've miscalculated. We can't be traitors." A Biao's tone was stiff, and Little P next to him also looked in agreement.

"Betray?" Luo Xi laughed: "Betray, and then join my side? Even if you dared to come, I wouldn't dare to take you. What I just said was just a friendly piece of advice. The tickets for participating in real-life CS aren't cheap. 2 [Memories], plus the losses you bet in the last game, it's all gone to waste. At least 3 [Memories] to start, right? Don't tell me you didn't bet. May I ask, will your boss compensate you for these losses?"

"..." A Biao and Little P were immediately speechless, wanting to say something, but unable to.

Because Luo Xi hit the nail on the head.

They would have to bear the losses this time themselves.

"You don't have to be so wary of me. To be honest, I'm a good person. If you didn't provoke me, I wouldn't provoke you. But since you plotted against me, don't blame us for fighting back. Winning or losing depends on fate. People have to accept their fate. But still, enemies should reconcile, not remain enemies. This time we're enemies, but maybe in a few cycles, we'll need each other's help. What grudges can't be resolved? I'm just kindly reminding you that you need to think carefully about the bets for the next game. Anyway, it's all private betting. Besides yourselves and that rabbit, no one knows. Why not try to recoup some losses?"

Luo Xi looked at the door opening and turned to walk out.

He didn't say any extra words.

Because he had already said what he needed to say.

The purpose was very simple: to make these two people believe from the bottom of their hearts that they couldn't win.

That way, Luo Xi's words just now would fuel the fire. These two people, A Biao and Little P, would most likely choose their side's odds in the betting session before the next game starts. In that case, it would be equivalent to admitting defeat and giving up.

When a person believes that they are bound to lose in a match, and even sells the opponent's win on the outside betting market.

Tell me, will this person still use their full strength in the match?

No.

In fact, they might even secretly betray.

This is the purpose Luo Xi wanted to achieve.

Because the mode for the next game also needs to be determined by rolling dice. If it's a deathmatch mode, then it's fine. Luo Xi can still use his shooting skills to kill indiscriminately. But if it's a level-clearing mode, it would be a bit troublesome.

For the same level, shooting with four guns is definitely more efficient than with two guns.

Luo Xi said those words just to be prepared for any eventuality.

Both sides came out of the ready room, and the uniformed rabbit was already waiting there.

The four people on the other side had unfriendly expressions.

They lost too badly in the last game.

They were actually wiped out without killing a single person. The frustration in their hearts goes without saying. At least the card they bet on in the last round was lost.

In addition, the feeling of being headshot wasn't good at all.