The members of several teams were still in a daze.
The staff reminded them to start preparations.
at the same time.
Although separated by a wall.
But outside.
Suddenly there was an overwhelming sound of countdown.
"10."
"9."
"8."
"7."
"..."
The players' mood, which had just relaxed, immediately became tense again.
Because it's really... so loud.
And outside.
The audience didn't think so.
Seven o'clock is coming soon.
A countdown began to appear on the big screen and two small screens for watching the game.
Then the audience who didn’t know which direction it came from took the lead in counting down, and then all the audience started counting down together.
The overwhelming sound of the countdown, accompanied by the changing numbers on the screen, filled the atmosphere.
at last.
Countdown to 1 o'clock.
With the cheers of the audience.
All spotlights are turned off.
The screen goes dark.
The offline competition officially begins!
After the screen dims briefly, it slowly lights up and the picture reappears.
"...Rush B! Rush B! Listen to me."
A soft female voice sounded.
"Okay, listen to the boss." Another voice followed.
This is... a "Breakout" blast mode match?
The audience was stunned and then reacted.
But I'm still a little confused.
The game has started? So soon? It shouldn’t be? And there are no female players in the team.
And as you read on.
The audience gradually understood.
This is a...Linwood Studios competition.
Among the contestants is Lin Yao, the owner of Lin Mu Studio.
The entire game is not broadcast in its entirety, but some clips are intercepted and played, paired with conversations between the producers of Linmu Studio, which is quite interesting.
As for the competition process...how should I put it?
Lin Mu Studio makes games, okay.
When playing games, the evaluation of high emotional intelligence is average.
The evaluation of low emotional intelligence is... the dogs will shake their heads after seeing it.
It's really delicious.
All kinds of mistakes, all kinds of side shots, the game was messy, and most of the audience present played better than the producers of Linmu Studio.
During this period, an interesting thing happened.
Probably because he was anxious about losing, after losing again, a male voice suddenly said anxiously: "Qi...it seems I can't call you by your name, okay, Qi! Can you give me some help!"
"Holy crap! What's the difference between calling me by my name!?"
As soon as this conversation came out, the entire venue burst into laughter.
This is a joke that all "Breakout" players know, and it is also a joke that belongs to them.
The entire gymnasium was immediately filled with a happy atmosphere.
Mou Feng couldn't help but smile, but he felt it was quite strange. Why was Lin Mu Studio making fun of him?
Huge stadium.
Linmu Studio broadcasts the state of the producers playing games, which is embarrassing online.
Of course, the game was undoubtedly lost, and the loss was particularly miserable.
"...It's really too bad."
Finally, Lin Yao's voice sounded.
gave the final evaluation.
His teammates started to fight and blame him one after another.
"...It's really unprofessional."
Lin Yao sighed silently and left this sentence at the end.
Along with her sigh.
The screen slowly dims.
Immediately afterwards.
There was a sound of exhalation.
The music suddenly changed.
A loud high-pitched sound directly made the hearts of the audience who still had smiles on their faces suddenly shrink.
The screen lights up again.
A foot wearing leather boots appeared on the screen, and with the subtle sound of the soles rubbing against the sand and gravel on the ground, the camera slowly moved up, showing the heavily armed terrorists slowly walking through the dusty house.
The camera slowly moves with the terrorists.
Several corpses appear in the corner of the camera.
But the terrorist looked back at the body, but only once before walking over with his gun in hand.
Screen switching.
The counter-terrorist faced the installed improvised bomb in a dark room. The hand holding the pliers did not tremble at all, and he steadily reached out to one of the wires of the improvised bomb.
The red light of the homemade bomb began to flash, faintly illuminating the word 'police' on the chest of the Counter-Strike.
The music becomes passionate.
The picture suddenly changed.
"...There is no one at point A, so I will set it up and tear it down."
A calm voice sounded.
Sixteen advanced to eight, the picture of NO.1 facing the overseas team Spirit appeared.
The perspective is the NO.1 most famous player FFF.
He held the gun on the only way to point A and said calmly.
His teammates began to defuse the bomb.
The beep beep sound of the home-made bomb countdown combined with the drum beat of the music was like a reminder. The audience, who had been very happy just now, instantly felt their hearts rising.
But in this tense atmosphere.
Sudden.
boom.
There was a gunshot.
"one."
Player FFF fired a shot and said one word.
Although the audience had seen this scene, when they actually heard the player's voice and listened to his calm report that he had killed one, they still turned red with excitement.
The picture changed again.
One of the members of the overseas Astralis team killed an enemy, and then quickly moved down to avoid the lines of other opponents. Then he suddenly took out a grenade, but instead of throwing it at the opponent, he threw it at the enemy he had just killed.
boom.
The grenade explodes.
The AWM sniper rifle dropped from the enemy's hand flew over due to the impact of the explosion.
He calmly picked up the sniper rifle that flew to his feet, pulled the bolt and loaded it.
Click.
The voices sounded at the same time.
"Well well well..."
The picture changed again.
The FEIREN team's logo appeared, and the character controlled by Lu Tai looked at the top edge of the smoke through the smoke.
Suddenly a person jumped.
boom--
Lu Tai fired directly.
The man fell to the ground on the spot.
"I like to dance." Lu Tai's iconic voice sounded, mocking.
Famous scenes from various qualifying rounds began to be staged one by one, and in conjunction with the exchanges between the contestants, they were shown to more than 10,000 spectators at the scene.
Even if the audience has watched these games.
But now we can see it again, and the atmosphere, music and other factors at the scene have sparked it again.
Famous scenes follow one after another.
The atmosphere is getting more and more lively.
then.
at a certain moment.
All the images began to appear on the same screen, and then slowly shrank, turning into videos on one display after another.
A counter-terrorist stood in front of the screen, looking at countless such scenes. After a moment of silence, he turned around and left, walking toward the exit with dull footsteps.
The small screen dims one by one.
The CS finally came to the door, walked out, and closed the door.
The room became completely dark.
Then seamlessly switched to CG.
It was a brutal battlefield with bullets flying everywhere.
Several terrorists were shooting at one of the wooden houses with guns drawn.
Inside a dark house.
As the bullet flew in, a ray of light shone through the bullet hole into the house.
There are more and more bullets.
There are more and more bullet holes.
The camera moves slowly.
A heavily armed man leaned against a bulletproof plate, filling the chamber of a shotgun with bullets amid the intense gunshots, while listening to what was going on outside.
The sound of bullets gradually decreased.
The background music seems to have reached a turning point.
Click click click.
Suddenly there was a sound outside the house of bullets being fired and firing pins crashing.
The man held the shotgun in both hands, tilted his head slightly, listened, and gave an evaluation.
“It’s so unprofessional.”
then.
The man held the shotgun, slid the slide suddenly, and stood up with a crisp click.
"Let the professionals do it."
In the last scene, the man held the door handle, opened the door, and said something.
After three gradients of background music, it reaches its climax with heavy drums and electronic sounds.
Very oppressive.
When people listen to it, their feelings are instantly aroused.
at the same time.
The spotlight in the venue suddenly turned on.
Along with the scene in the CG of a man holding a gun, opening the door and walking out, the whole stadium was scanned.
And flashed wildly.
"Let us invite you, NO.1!!!!"
The host's voice was tight, and he shouted loudly at the last moment when the CG was played.
The NO.1 team LOGO replaced the man going out, seamlessly appeared on the big screen, and began to flash and change.
Immediately afterwards.
The entire members of the No. 1 team slowly walked out from the backstage and walked in front of the spotlight.
The place was completely packed.
"..."
The audience almost didn't need to think, and immediately cheered overwhelmingly.