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擊墜王出擊 !

傭兵日記 1

"Chem 呢味野...無得吹水架"

信邪啦今鑊,仲要出得他叉的ex.難....ai~,~

Mission codenamed 最前線之休息

堅信充足既睡眠係動力既來源!!

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傭兵日記 2

amaths.... and maths..... have passed by,tmr is bio,.....un ar

雙雄...林嘉欣...

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[-] January 17, 2005 (current release)

Changes/Additions
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Added Counter-Strike bots. For a more detailed description, click here.
Added new bomb defusal map de_tides.
Updated version of de_cbble to allow bots to navigate ladders.
Updated version of de_dust2 to allow 40 players.
Optimization to the way that dynamic props are checked. On higher end CPUs, this can result in more than a 5% total frame rate increase.
Weapon models are now checked at startup to make sure they are within limits for size.
Added “motdfile” cvar, which sets the filename for the message of the day on the server.
Bug fixes
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Fixed a bug that would allow a player to throw two flashbangs at once.
Fixed bug where players would get twice the normal money at the start of a round.
Updated version of cs_office. Fixes minor issue with projector.

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-"O my God,I trust in thee," the sharpshooter said quietly,solemnky.His eye at the scope,Waiting.Waiting for his shot."Let me be not afraid..."

In the chateau bell tower,on his stomach in the shadows,perfectly but precariously positioned beside a gaping hole in the floor near his window on the village,the opposing sniper was attempting to fix another target in his crosshairs.His first hit was still alive,but not worth another bullet,thrashing in his own blood as he was.Panning his sniperscope toward the rubble pile,behind which the other Americans had scurried,he focused in on a helmeted head that had poke up above the detritus.Something glinted in the late afternoon sunlight.

Something metallic.

Hair prickled on the back of his neck.The barrel of a rifle,in fact the long barrel of a sniper's rifle...

 -Aiming that rifle, the sharp shooter said " O my God,I trust in thee ; let me not be ashamed...."

And he,suddenly realized another sniper was aimmy right back at him.He quickly fixed the man in his crosshairs,knowing he was already locked in his opposite's sights.His finger moved frantically to the trigger,but it never squeezed.The bullet had entered through his rifle scope,then through his right eye,popping it like a grape,traveling through his cerebrum and blowing out the back the back of is helmeted head in a eruption of shatted glass and blossoming blood and brain matter.

-"Amen,Lord have mercy on a soldier's soul." It was unclear whether he was referring to himself or the foe.