The next second,
His vision suddenly went black!
Meng Lang’s consciousness was once again dragged into that familiar space. His field of view first hung high above the Cache map, overlooking the terrain beneath his feet.
This place was… Cache!
The Mystery of the Dead City!?
Immediately after, Meng Lang’s perspective abruptly sank, possessing the body of a CT at A site holding a Blaze Desert Eagle wreathed in searing flame.
It was you!
Young Master Ni!
At this moment, as the defender, Niko was standing beside the red box on A site, while his teammates around him had already fallen one after another!
The opposing side had the economic advantage, all equipped with rifles and utility. All kinds of smokes and Molotovs were about to pour down like a rainstorm, completely drowning A site.
And he,
Wore only half armor.
In his hand,
There was only a 700-dollar Desert Eagle!
A dead end?
Meng Lang instantly held his breath.
However, within Niko’s body, what he felt was not despair.
It was an almost icy focus, and beneath that focus, a murderous desire like a volcano on the verge of eruption!
He was not defending.
He merely wanted to use this 700-dollar Desert Eagle in his hand to tell the other side who the true ruler of this battlefield was!
An economic disadvantage?
A utility disadvantage?
A weapon disadvantage?
So what?
Since when was killing such an inconvenient affair!
The next second,
The T side’s attack erupted instantly!
A Molotov traced an arc through the air and landed toward the defensive position, falling behind him. The T players, certain of victory, were about to charge straight into A site with heavy footsteps!
The last CT teammate in this eco round had just stepped up when the T from A main swung out with him and sprayed him backward with an AK. He died in a split right before Niko’s eyes.
There was no helping it. The weapon disadvantage was too great.
A defending CT facing fully armed commandos had almost no room to fight back!
At the very instant chaos began,
Niko moved!
He did not retreat. From beside the wooden crate by the red box on A site, he shoulder-peeked out!
Bang!
The first T swinging out from A short dropped on the spot!
Headshot!
But Niko’s Desert Eagle did not pause in the slightest. Like a cold semi-automatic sniper rifle, the muzzle flashed again!
Bang! Bang!
Two thunderous blasts, almost overlapping!
The second T had only shown half his body before he was instantly killed!
As for the third T swinging out from the flank, his finger had even already pressed down on the rifle’s trigger, yet the bullets only futilely grazed past the corner of Niko’s clothes. He himself was pierced through the skull by that soul-hunting Desert Eagle round!
Three shots!
Three kills!
NiKo pulled the trigger three times in succession!
Three fully armed terrorists did not even have the chance to fire, let alone trade. They were all one-tapped by NiKo’s Desert Eagle!
The T side’s offensive instantly slowed. Clearly, they had been stunned by this terrifying defense, and had never expected someone in this position to dare hold the angle so arrogantly!
Their attacking rhythm was disrupted. The remaining two T players were visibly flustered, but still relied on their numbers and weapon advantage, attempting to form a crossfire and encircle the red box!
But Niko had already tucked back into cover!
Using the red box as cover, he flashed out again in the span of milliseconds!
Bang—!
Another deafening roar from the Desert Eagle. The two T players swinging together from mid did not even have time to fire their first shots before one of their helmets had already shattered!
Four kills!
“Holy shit!”
Meng Lang cried out inwardly. How was this a Desert Eagle? This was clearly a 700-dollar AWP!
Now it was time for the 1v1 duel!
Niko even, as the second-to-last player fell, pre-aimed and crouch-swung again, directly forcing the opponent back from A short to mid!
Was this a Desert Eagle or an AWP?
This pressure!!!
Meng Lang, immersed in the scene, instantly began breathing rapidly!
The next moment, the last T threw a Molotov over!
Niko seemed to have foreseen everything. He did not stubbornly hold his ground. With an agile sidestep, he adjusted his position and avoided the main coverage of the utility!
He swung out from the other side of the red box, first silent-stepping left. He looked completely unpanicked, because the T he had just killed had already dropped the bomb.
The bomb was right beside the A main ladder.
The next second,
The T holding an SMG crept up.
But the instant he picked up the bomb, just as he raised his muzzle, Niko shoulder-peeked and fired the final Desert Eagle bullet!
Bang—!
The T who had pushed through the fire to pick up the bomb was precisely one-tapped!
So fast it was suffocating!
And the instant his body collapsed, the C4 he had just picked up also flew forward from inertia!
1v5!
Four headshots!
Round secured!
He instantly killed them all?!
“Holy shit!!!!”
Meng Lang watched until his blood surged, goosebumps rising all over his body!
It was as if he could still hear the legendary line from the caster back then: “This deagle is on fire!!!”
This was simply art!
A work of headshot art performed with a Desert Eagle!
In the professional scene, Desert Eagle masters like s1mple and ZywOo naturally had countless iconic moments, but no one had ever combined the Desert Eagle’s tyranny, precision, and rhythm of consecutive slaughter as perfectly as Niko had at this moment!
Why?
Because this was not a pick from the shadows.
Nor was it a flank!
Instead, when the enemy knew exactly where you were, when they all had rifles, and when they launched a fast-paced attack, he faced them head-on with pure brute force and used five headshots that left them almost no time to react, forcibly extinguishing all of their offensive momentum!
No luck!
No dragging it out!
So fast the other side had no time to form any effective coordination!
The ultimate precision!
The ultimate speed!
It was truly absurd!
This was absolutely one of the most terrifying frontal 1v5s in the history of the Desert Eagle. Meng Lang now understood why the man before his eyes was called the “Prince of the Desert Eagle”!
Just then, the system’s mechanical voice rang out once more in his mind:
【This is a Blaze Desert Eagle. As long as you hit the head, it will kill in one shot. Now, enter Niko’s body and use what you have just learned to complete this frontal 1v5 clutch!】
【System Prompt: After the host is killed, time reversal will be triggered. Only when you break through all five enemies head-on will time resume its flow, and the host will leave the meditation space!】
Huh?
Use what I just learned?
I only watched the recording once, and I was too busy getting hyped. What exactly did I learn?!
Even though Meng Lang had already experienced Donk once before, he still nearly lost composure at this moment!
Also, dying meant infinite time reversal…
Fine!
He frantically complained inwardly, but having one prior experience, he adapted rather quickly.
Thinking back to Niko’s smooth and flowing five-kill sequence just now, he seemed to have grasped a faint feeling—a vague premonition regarding the Desert Eagle’s firing rhythm and body-position control.
Maybe…
This time would be quicker?
Holding on to that bit of hope, Meng Lang began his first attempt.
Standing beside the red box, listening to the other side’s chaotic footsteps and the sounds of utility pins being pulled, he watched as the last teammate before him flew backward and died in a split.
Now he was the only one left!
He took a deep breath and, imitating Niko, swung out sideways!
Bang!
He successfully instantly killed the first one!
A good start!
Not bad luck!
But just as he tucked back in, preparing to fire the second shot, countless bullets and pieces of utility instantly blanketed his position…
Bites the Dust!
His vision went black!
Time reversed!
The next second, Meng Lang returned behind the red box.
The familiar scene appeared!
The last teammate flew backward again and once more died in a split right before his eyes.
The corner of Meng Lang’s eye twitched.
Couldn’t he change poses?
This death was way too abstract.
But that was not important.
He quickly discovered a problem even more disgusting than in Donk’s cyber prison—if Donk had been facing a dynamic defense, then Niko was facing a dynamic offense.
A 1v5 against a dynamic defense and a 1v5 against a dynamic offense.
Which 1v5 was easier?
Fine!
They were both basically dead ends!
But against a dynamic defense, Meng Lang could at least drag out the time a little and think about what to do next.
After all, he had been the active side.
This time, however, Meng Lang was facing a dynamic attack from five rifles!
Once he missed a shot, or if his kill speed was even half a beat slow, the enemy formation would immediately spread out and form perfect crossfire trade positions.
They gave him no time whatsoever to breathe or think!
What the hell…
This time, the first player came up, and because he failed to land the headshot, he died again.
The corner of Meng Lang’s eye twitched once more.
But knowing there was no time here, no fatigue, and having already experienced prison once before, he quickly reignited his fighting spirit!
Come on, come on!
Let’s have a proper fight!!!
Next, after rewinding who knew how many times, Meng Lang could at most struggle to trade out three before being mercilessly finished off…
The Desert Eagle’s margin for error was too low!
If one shot missed, or one shot failed to kill instantly, it was almost equivalent to death!
And the other side consisted of professional players, not bots. They could pre-aim, pre-fire, and coordinate!
How was he supposed to fight this?!
Meng Lang chose not to think about it!
He knew that if he did not complete this clutch, he could not get out.
He might even be trapped forever in this cyber prison, looping endlessly!
But unlike last time.
Last time,
He had more or less “stumbled in by accident.”
But this time,
He had come in of his own accord, prepared.
Meng Lang felt that,
He could do it!
Deep breaths!
Steady aura!
He began to recall the Desert Eagle tutorials he had watched, recalling the details of how those top players used the Desert Eagle—mainly Niko’s five-kill moment just now!
Counter-strafing!
The Desert Eagle’s accuracy while moving was extremely poor. Before every shot, he had to counter-strafe perfectly to ensure his crosshair was stable.
Pre-aim!
This was his current weak point, but the Desert Eagle needed pre-aim even more, because its fire rate was slow. He had to place his crosshair in advance on the position where the enemy was most likely to appear.
Rhythm!
After the Desert Eagle fired, its crosshair deviation ranked first among all firearms. This meant he could neither be too fast nor too slow. He had to find his own firing interval, ensuring every shot was stable and precise instead of blindly pursuing rapid taps.
Body-position control!
The extent of every Desert Eagle peek had to be calculated precisely. He had to see the enemy while minimizing the time his own body was exposed and staying safe…
Death after death!
Rewind after rewind!
In this meditation space with no end to time, Meng Lang’s understanding of the Desert Eagle began deepening at a terrifying speed.
From his initial flustered fumbling, he reached the point where he could steadily take one, even two… but he was still unable to break through the shackles of the third opponent.
Not only because the second and third players could fire at the same time, but also because what the enemy held was an AK!
It could one-tap him just the same!
And the third enemy in the dynamic attack would always, after he killed the second, swing out from another unexpected angle and take him away.
Fuck!
This wouldn’t work!
He had to think of a way!