Witch Jane held the gun and was happy to follow her behind the guard.
Resource lines downstream of the river are abnormally abundant, and in the ninth hour after the opening, contestants are much more active than expected - most players opt to swim actively.
Wei Shi led people all the way in, three to five was a gunshot.
Shoot a little friend.
Unexpectedly, there are many players left alone at this time.
“Team Limits.” Defender Explains: "The athlete's alliance cannot last longer than 4 hours. ”
As soon as Jane listened, she got nervous again and ran forward: “Brother! Can't I follow you all the time..."
The guard sounded, obviously not at all concerned.
The witch Jane is in a state of crisis, and she has a bleak picture in her head.
Cold and cool on the ground. Far away in the mountains, the big man is laughing with the new harvest of saltfish.
Feng Shui rotates, brother is ready to change...
Guardian watched him stand still, twisting his eyebrows: “Do you understand the rules? ”
Witch Jane nodded quickly and tried to summarize: "The maximum truce time frame and team time limit are like attractiveness and exclusion, limiting player behavior. The watch monitors the manual orientation of the players on the field. Is the resource-resource line used to secure the entire front? ”
Weiji glanced at him, but it was unexpected. He whispered: “Aren't you stupid? ”
Witch Jane: “…” Originally, her sparkling little eyes were staring at each other, and she didn't dare to make a sound.
Guardian: “Ask if you have anything. ”
Witch Jane raised her hand: "Why aren't players banned from forming teams? ”
The guard kept moving, retracted the gun/mouth with white smoke, rubbed from the side of the witch, the little soft hair almost turned a roll.
Witch Jane dashed two steps back and heard the boss impatient to say: “The reality show, the audience is not looking to kill, but to engage with players of entertainment value. Find your own video after the sea selection. ”
In the ensuing sweep, Witch Jane performed quite positively.
Shoot if you want, surround if you want, call it a plunge —— pounce on the ground and flatten, when the guard is finished, quietly consciously climb up, then clap the soft mud on your hand.
Unknowingly and unintentionally, he came all the way here and his head was cut off by Witch Jane on the orders of the boss.
Even if there is a brief battle along the way and the guard openly goes up to the rifle, the last sword will be left to the witches hiding in the grass.
- Replenishing the knife, but every second of it is ruthlessly reprimanded by the boss.
Guardian: “Don't shoot? ”
Witch Jane quickly pulled up her chest and said faithfully: "This gun is automatically aimed at me, I fear I will hurt you! ”
Weiss clicked to load the shotgun/shotgun bomb, sweeping the witch's eye down, and his eyelids were indifferent and dignified by the shadow: “Where do you feel confident that you can hit me? ”
Witch Jane immediately piled up a dozen admirers for the big man again.
About an hour later, the area around the riverbank was cleared.
Thanks to the Eagle Eye and tracking ability of the Guardian, Little Blind Witch has accumulated an entire 21 points on her watch. And when he defended himself, it turned out to be one.
When the number on the watch jumps to 21, it immediately changes from pure white to bright red. There's a line of small words flashing--
[Promoted]
There are already less than ten people left in the race field.
Far away, the sky is just turning the fish white.
“That's enough.” The guardian looked down at the witch Jane.
The little trainer's eyes rolled open and he was blinded by the promotion.
Witch Jane's hair was shattered into clumps, and her hair glue, which had been eliminated hundreds of years earlier, was rubbed off, poking out a handful of soft little curly hair. The white and tender face bears two mud marks, showing particular effort just as it crawled forward.
The way the guard looked at him was clearly the little animal on the caseboard.
"" Big brother, big brother... ”
Guardian's orders: "Wipe your face clean. ”
Witch Jane nodded, quickly clamped down a piece of protective cloth and rubbed it inside out.
The mud stain still faded on his face, but the five officials glowed beautifully in the dawn of dawn. Witch Jane's pupils are amber, and even with a gun at the moment, she doesn't look fierce.
The whole person and the playing field are out of character, you could barely write a white coincidence on your face.
Some people, by nature, are lens pets.
The guard finally showed satisfaction: "Okay, the time limit for forming a team is almost up. ”
Witch Jane just reacted. If she refused, she had to leave a contact information, but was ruthlessly interrupted when she was defended: “Take out the gun. ”
Witch Jane raised the gun that was supposed to be dead, like pulling out her beloved carrot and giving it back to the boss without a complaint.
“You keep it.” Weishu spoke very slowly this time. There's no temperature in your eyes, and at first glance it makes your back slightly cooler: “Remember, you picked this gun up yourself. ”
Witch Jane was stunned.
“You have temporary teammates, but it doesn't matter.” Guardian's left hand rubs gently on the handle, which seems to be a habitual thought move: “You don't even know his name. ”
Witch Jane suddenly remembered that the first time she saw the boss, on the riverbank at the foot of the mountain, the guard shot out two people and never showed up.
Brother, you don't seem to want to expose yourself!
"Don't worry, Brother! I would never tell anything-- where else does Big Brother live? Brother, why don't you leave a phone? Brother, what cat are you feeding home? Rural cat or..."
The sound of the dagger popping out of the inner slot gave the witch a whisper and shut up.
At the end of the team time limit, the players have yet to split up, and the law enforcement system will force a war - Witch Jane reacts quickly: “Don't poke your face!! I have to go out on this... can you look at my calf tummy? ”
Weshman glanced at him by surprise.
The dagger in his hand is thicker than any hand witch Jane has ever seen. The sharp edge folds, half the ratchet is bare, and the place where nobody's finger is held down is the unique trigger link of the gun.
“Come here, don't touch you.” Horseman speaking: “Seven minutes to go. ”
Once again, Witch Jane relieved herself and glanced again at the light, the thin cocoon of the boss's palm spread across several fingers. Looks like it's not just guns. The boss is familiar with the weapons category and should go far beyond what he thinks.
This man, like, was born for battle.
The two men crossed the grasslands with a high waist, in the morning light, flying from the ear with the moist wind of the river.
At one end of the dagger, the silver black needle suddenly popped up.
Witch Jane opened her mouth.
This is really a anesthesia/drunk/gun.
The guard's aim was very low, under a tree 60 meters away. Shaoha, a rabbit was thrown in the arms of the witch Jane.
Alive, not much anesthesia, ears tugged, four legs slipped.
"" … "
"" Keep it. ”
Witch Jane: “Ah?!! ”
In the light of daylight, the guardian turns back. The man's expression was lazy and his eyes didn't look horrible when he first met him, but his pupils looked at him carefully and he was furious.
Witch Jane is convinced that as soon as the rabbit dies, the big man can find the door and shoot himself.
Thinking about it, Witch Jane immediately changed her movements from holding a rabbit's ear to -- holding it.
The guardian nodded. “All right, I'll see you later. ”
By the time Jane reacts, there is only one shadow left.
The morning light grew brighter and brighter. Witch Jane walked a few steps with a rabbit and a gun and still didn't go after her. I couldn't help shouting, "Hey, big brother...”
The mountain wind came and blew a clear and bright teenager's voice into the back. I don't know if I heard it in the guard. Only the witch rubbed an eye of kung fu, and no one was found in the field.
Witch Jane had to hold the rabbit and keep wandering.
Half an hour went by.
Morning breeze on the meadows, everything-- a missile hit the ground, splashing dirt and rubble.
Witch Jane was suddenly shocked and fell down tactically.
After spending four hours with Wei Shi, although still a little blind, some basic combat common sense, Witch Jane learned extremely quickly.
Though it doesn't work any faster.
Witch Jane knows neither where she is nor where she is.
The next second, something even scarier happens —— the rabbit that the boss threw at him fails and runs out of the witch's back foolishly.
“Rabbit, let's not...”
Witch Jane caught him in a panic, and while he was flying, a bullet burst was fired from the side.
Witch Jane looked at herself and her hearing almost miraculously captured the direction of the gunshot, prompted by adrenaline —— her body intuitively lifted the handle, striking back in the middle of the sky --
Boom.
Just moments before the bullet hit Witch Jane's chest, a silver white sphere popped up suddenly, protecting Witch Jane. At the same time, the opposite side fell stunned.
Before losing consciousness, the message sounds again.
“300012, Kill: 22, Rank: 8. Promoted. ”
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Two hours later.
The 51st round of the Clawson reality show is over.
Offsite, champagne and number tags are on the long table.
Program PD is introducing Golden Master's dads to the game with passion:
“There's no direct shooting, no riddles, just guns up there. Athletes score small points by head count. Once you are in the finals, we will formally group the trainees according to the assessment. ”
“Starting next week, the program will be evaluated once every two periods, eliminated once every four periods, leaving the group every day - advertising in seconds, plus a discount of 80% on running four periods, basically equal to three to one! If we throw the whole thing, we can print your home LOGO on our protective clothes now! ”
“Price - Hi! Survival shows are art, we'll talk about prices later. Ah, Logo? Yes, the gold medal sponsor prints the chest, the silver shoulder. You can also print creases below 5 million credit points! Running away, any tactical action, maybe the player lifts a gun, the audience will see your trademark! ”
“It's said that investing in real estate is better than investing in complex arts. The entertainment industry has thrived in recent years. Clawson reality shows have never been top traffic...”
Side by side, the photographer adjusted the lens and was recording the helicopter moving the lifeboat back.
There was a coach shouting with a trumpet at his side: "Stand by 21, the eighth player has arrived, ready to open the cabin. ”
The camera made a ready gesture.
When the coach presses the password with the utmost skill, he reaches out to wake the person up, but his expression is stunned and tranced.
“What happened, an accident?” The paramedics came immediately and looked at him, but he was similarly stunned--
Sleeping teenagers in the lifebay have the face of God. It's hard to imagine how sophisticated a person's five officials can be - curly eyebrows are soft enough to palpitate.
The teenager curled quietly. In his arms, also sleeping was a snow-white rabbit, gently encircled by the teenager's arms. Thin plush and teenage white porcelain cheeks lean together like the most serene and elegant pieces of art.
Position 21 faithfully projected the scene onto surveillance.
On the front of the venue, several bosses hesitated to bid on the advertisement and suddenly glanced over the screen.
Someone asked the show PD quickly: "Did I say that players would sign endorsement contracts? ”
PD nodded continuously: "Yes, we can shoot more than 4 issues this week...”
The golden master waved: "Okay, now for four, 60 seconds. Let the player on the screen shoot!!! ”