"Uncle, not bad, you got a kill as soon as you landed."
Bertha knew she wasn't good at the game, so she stuck close to Herman after landing, focused on picking up loot, and hadn't even noticed Amos got a kill. Hearing Basil say that, a look of surprise flashed in her eyes.
He can play?
Shouldn't be.
He's busier than me every day. How does he have time for gaming?
"There are footsteps, be careful."
Herman's cold voice came through the headset, and Bertha immediately tensed up.
Bang bang bang!
Boom!
Herman knocked down an enemy with an SMG, and at the same time, Amos took down another with a shotgun.
"Uncle, do you play often? Herman said you're a rookie, but this is a pro lobby, the opponents aren't weak."
In fact, not only Basil was puzzled, Bertha was also a bit doubtful. She glanced sideways at the man beside her, then heard him reply lightly.
"Not weak? I thought the opponents were bots."
Basil was taken aback, then turned to look at Herman.
