Gao Yang fired a shot and counted each kill aloud. Finally, Cui Bo couldn't bear it anymore and said helplessly, "Brother Yang, are you counting one for each shot?"
"Yeah, what's wrong?"
"Can you stop counting? A magazine has twenty bullets, and we don't need to announce the number of kills out loud. It makes you sound like you're showing off, and it's really annoying, okay?"
"Nine, ten, eleven, twelve, ah, I missed, sorry, my mistake, thirteen, thirteen, thirteen, damn, even if you hide in the car I'll get you, fourteen, fifteen, run, let you run, sixteen, changing magazine, Rabbit, you see, one magazine and only sixteen people dead, this is why we can't just count bullets for kills."
Cui Bo's night vision scope couldn't see as far as Gao Yang's, and hearing Gao Yang repeatedly firing and counting kills was really annoying him. After hearing what Gao Yang said, Cui Bo replied with unlimited grievance, "Brother Yang, don't be too cheeky!"
"Hmm, what do you mean?"
