Surprise! The Supposed Talent Show Was Actually–?!

The other three were stunned.

Zoe said, "Really, don't help? ”

Witch Jane's round eyes are crystal bright: “Don't worry. ”

Zoe nodded. It was not until less than 1: 00 p.m., when the Clawson Base was empty and the firing booths, which were full before the first round of elimination, appeared on the terminal as "unscheduled”.

Zoe thought slightly: "Witch, should we go to the range now? ”

On the second basement of the North Tower, the range was empty.

Zoe gave a slight look of surprise from the moment the witch Jane pointed at the shock/sharp/gun sight, turning back and Wenlin exchanged an eye.

Unlike the Weight/Machine/Gun commonly used by Witch Jane, the gun has a lightweight rear seat and insufficient medium and long-range compression - mainly due to the size of the bullet.

Warheads are light, have an effective range of less than 200 metres, and ballistic parabolic lines vary significantly.

Jane grabbed the gun first, fine-tuned the design position, and struck the first 2 rings on the static target.

Zoe noticed that Witch Jane's gaze was not at the same altitude as her quasi-center - it was at the top of the bullet parabola.

Instead of firing immediately, Witch Jane slowly adjusted her shoulder.

In a slightly squinted gaze, the training room faded away in a cool, matte color, as if still in the air/gun range, the flowing air was rubbed out of the hot arc by ballistics --

The gunshot went off again.

Six rings.

Caesar, squatting, jumped up and applauded Jane: “A little witch can do this wave...”

Zoe quickly drove him back: “Shut up and shut up. ”

Witch Jane instantly woke up from her earlier immersion state, and the center of the center shifted between the five and six rings. When the training bullet was finished, I looked back and saw Zoe gazing comfortably.

“Nice.” The sniper with the white moonlight finally nodded.

After Witch Jane and Caesar left, Zoe handed a cigarette to her auxiliary, and the two were comfortable swallowing cloud mist in the training room before the trainees had assembled.

“The little witch is nice, not sure enough, and the sense of gunfire keeps up.” Zoe says: “For another two weeks, after the official marksmanship exam, I came to see how those blacks got hit in the face. ”

Wenlin smiled.

For a long time, Zoe spoke softly again: “Captain… Lin may not be in good shape. There were frequent errors in the group, and the white moonlight was not out of line. And the lieutenant--”

Wen Lin shouted, knowing that what he was saying was that when he looked back at the replica, the Bai Moon Star League team eliminated the last game, Deputy Chen Xi Nguyen missed his foresight, and Captain Lin was targeted at the snatch point.

“Not the lieutenant.” Wenlin suddenly said: “It was the Lin team that made the mistake, and the backfield commander made a prejudgment error. The lieutenant pre-dumped the target in the wrong position in order to grab the pan. ”

Zoe was stunned and the cigarette butt stuck between her fingers fell off.

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Twin Towers North Tower. After a brief vacation, the practitioner's bedroom finally regained its noise.

It is summer, and the blazing sun is shining.

Witch Jane opened the gate of South Tower 701 with the case and Caesar, and the cool breeze came out of the door.

Caesar looked up and said, "Is it air-conditioned? Blackheart finally got paid again?! ”

Silver blue thermostat hangs in the middle of the living room with a huge 72-word sponsor trademark underneath -

“The Indoor Thermostatic Control System of XX Biotechnology, the first sponsor of the Knockout Round”.

Caesar and Jane's expression were stiff.

The scenes of the competition were also visible and left a deep psychological shadow, as if the next moment had seen a geothermal evaporation and a flash of fire.

However, it is clear that the Clawson show does not care about the mental health of the athlete.

The biotech company earned a fortune on the Knockout live broadcast and quickly renewed its three-month advertising contract with the Clawson Show.

- As long as the lens pushes the bedroom, you are 100% guaranteed to capture its indoor air conditioning, logo, and No. 72 font promotional slogan.

“Luckily, they didn't sponsor the second knockout.” Caesar dumped the box and kicked it to the bottom of the bed: “Which new sponsor was it? ”

Witch Jane held a newly issued training manual and covered it with a fire paint on the cover of parchment paper. Exactly two weeks later, the second round of Eliminator's Golden Master: “Alive Technology...”

Caesar's face was blind: "Never heard of it. ”

Witch Jane quickly queried the terminal and held it up to read out: "Alive Technologies, which operates interstellar long-distance transportation, bulk cargo connections... civil elevators, pet consignments...”

Caesaton was like, "What is all this stuff - how is it going to be next?! ”

After centuries of formal evolution, every escape show is a carefully designed work of art.

Sponsors decide on the collection of artwork, the design of the program group, athlete performance, landscaping and commentary together constitute an artistic interpretation.

The second knockout of the Clawson show is clearly related to the direction Alive Tech is headed.

Witch Jane thought for a moment and shook her head.

There is currently too little known information given.

Based on previous experience, the group will continue to give clues over the next two weeks of the course and publish maps before the competition.

In that compartment, Caesar turned his back and looked at a pink pie-shaped object hanging from a door.

XX Beauty Camera Specific Mirrors.

Caesar: "…”

The door next to the room suddenly opened, a thin fire raised a selfie pole and walked out, lowered his voice, Qi Dantian, the manly voice of the orthodontic work was broadcasting live to the fans.

“Take two days off. Babies want to see me on vacation? Yes, but..."

“Ah, thank you Miss XX for the sword! Thank you for the lady's 10 swords - 20 now!! Babies, I'm calling 321. Let's buckle this XX lady a wave of 666. Get in line and show the new visitors the power of our thin family!! ”

The thin fire transmission was broadcast live, and the mirror hung on the wall was pulled off at random, and the familiar door was mounted on a selfie pole.

When he left, he pushed open the bedroom door and suddenly turned back slightly to his side.

Caesar Jane was already stunned.

The thin fire transmission looked straight at the witch Jane, and the peach blossom eyes suddenly moved, whispering: “I'm leaving first. Witch, wait for me at night. ”

Witch Jane's back was stiff and creepy.

The door closed for a moment before Caesar closed his mouth and his face twisted.

A straight man in iron and steel, the thin fire-breathing in front of him is almost comparable to an alien worm egg that was crushed by his foot in a match:

“Damn this slut... thief fucking pollutes the environment and gay you before you go. Don't be afraid, Brother is in your next room tonight. If he dares to do anything to you, Brother will smash him in the chair!! ”

Caesar turns around and wonders, "Witch, are you with him in the Knockout? ”

Witch Jane nodded her head: “Yes, thin... thin seniors are fine and gave me a gun...”

Caesar cried out in agony: "A gun is nothing, little witch. Don't let him fool you. Give him two more at the next game. We won't mess with him!” Paused and asked: “Witch, do you know him well? ”

Witch Jane thought about it and shook her head with hesitation.

He also met a thin senior once before his vacation.

When going up to thank you, the other party reacted well, barely counting as a nod.

That sentence —— obviously very weird.

The Clawson Show leaves practitioners with a full break until 5 p.m.

The second knockout is a team match, and the trainee must perform an initial spot assessment that night before training begins.

After dinner, Witch Jane takes the number and waits outside the training room.

The hallway was filled with trainees waiting to be evaluated, some practicing tactical evasion, some reciting Morse passwords, some crawling on the ground, some pointing at the void and clashing.

Witch Jane was very emotional.

Before that, memories of performing artistic placement assessments at economic companies flourished. He was a powerful main dancer at the time, and now...

Two plays walked out of the training room, lining up the messy trainees at the station and announcing the evaluation criteria.

“You have before you an assessment room numbered 0 ~ 6, each representing a different selection. Ask the players to look at their numbers, divided by 7 and the rest will be your first quiz category...”

The practitioner was in a mess and swarmed towards the door with different numbers. In the hustle, the witch seemed to hear Caesar dragging a man in the distance: “Hey big brother, help me divide, how many times do I have left on this number pair of 7...”

The play stared at Caesar for half a day and spoke to his colleagues in a low voice: "What's the player's number? Why don't we deduct 5 points for him first...”

Witch Jane squeezed in a group of muscular men to squeeze them out and finally found her own evaluation waiting area.

There is a label on the training room door: "Reconnaissance position. Appraisal items, map memo, form prejudgment. Left and right eye vision...”

Witch Jane hastily prepared quietly while the door was still open - Eye Care Shit.

With a smile next to Cold Buddha, Clawson's tutor, Blood Pigeon, walked over.

Blood Pigeon, an old fugitive general who was in service 20 years ago, the earliest scout in the Blue Circuit, position C, led the team into the top 16 of the Star League for the first time.

“Witch, it was a good fight last week.” The blood dove said, pulling out the folder from the program group: "When Bai Moonlight signed you up, he said your choice was - C bit? ”

Witch Jane hurriedly stopped rubbing her eyes in the open hole and reddened behind her ear: “Thank you teacher, no... do not select position C...”

“Young man, being willing is a good thing.” Blood pigeons give encouragement and bring people into the training room: “Okay, one project at a time. Come on. ”

Ten minutes later, Witch Jane gasped out of the training room and the door closed.

The blood dove looked behind the door at the evaluation report and asked for a pen from the drama.

“Full hearing score, medium to higher vision. Tactical literacy...” Blood pigeon thinking: “Fear to shrink behind the bunker, come out for a half day, when the wind runs faster than the rabbit, when scouting the target area, um...”

In the evaluation video, behind the military green bunker, a little curly hair was detected later, and later it swung back twice.

Watching the video, he picked out a description for the Blood Pigeon Instructor: “Observe in secret. ”

The blood dove closed the assessment and opened the door and called in the witch Jane: “Nice hearing, the foundation is almost gone. What position does the witch want to play? ”

Witch Jane didn't hesitate: "Raid position! ”

The blood pigeon nodded and the amber pupil on his side was crystal bright, causing him to pause slightly before he opened his mouth: “Witch, the actual tactical requirements of the raid position are as high as the reconnaissance position, if you insist on going, the position will not be high. ”

On the virtual screen, the Knockout Team Rules are projected.

All trainees are selected by scouting, assault, secondary assault, auxiliary, sniping, commanding, reloading, and sorted by location for the category's assessment.

At the end of the selection, from S to F, each level of trainee selects his or her teammates in turn, and the order of selection within the same level is determined by the location.

Since the first elimination, there have been a total of 21 A-level trainees. Once Witch Jane has set a strike position, she is likely to be in a passive position during the selection process.

Witch Jane nodded, but not as worried as Blood Pigeon said.

As suggested by the White Moonlight Tactical Mentor, Caesar and Zoe, the highest ranking will pick out Witchcraft and White Moonlight will appear as a group in the next round of elimination.

Blood pigeons have decided to see Witch Jane, not to say much, just to make their point: "Auxiliary position, Witch, you can try. ”

Witch Jane thanked the supervisor and took the assessment form and left the practice room.

“Next -” The Blood Pigeon looked at the list with interest: "Bring that redhead in and explore his path. ”

The position assessment was not fully completed until almost eight o'clock.

Witch Jane assembled seven assessment forms, sniping, assault, reconnaissance and parallel score mats, and the auxiliary and command are relatively high.

Witch Jane took a look at the time and decided to go to the North Tower range before the curfew.

Tactical design is one of the necessary study items for any position.

STATIC TARGET QUALIFICATION - Once below QUALIFICATION QUALIFICATION, the initial advantage in the second elimination is deducted.

On the negative second floor of the North Tower, there are several trainees standing sporadically on the dynamic range.

Witch Jane envied Baba for a glance and eventually stood in front of the static practice target.

Much of the strength left in the Clawson show to this day was too hard. As soon as the Witch Jane walked into the static target area, the surrounding area was empty and there was no one there.

He just fired a gun - the door to the training room opened with a sound.

Witch Jane raised her head and was surprised to see someone who could never have appeared in a static target area.

Thin heat transfer.

“Senior Thin!” Witch Jane greets you immediately with courtesy.

The light flame nodded, this time without his selfie stick, but the tone came out of the mercy when he spoke, so that the witch subconsciously spine numbness: “Little witch, if you're busy, I'll see. ”

Witch Jane nodded and poked a few shots at the center. Light fires roam around with their hands behind their backs, and from time to time they look back at Witch Jane with a smile.

The line of sight is narrow like a big fox.

When Jane collapsed into a row of bullets, he chatted like, "Little Witch, we're roommates too. It's been a long time since we've had a hotline. Why don't we go to the cafeteria for dinner? ”

Witch Jane tried to curb the weirdness: “… Dinner with thin predecessors, of course...”

Light fire nod: “Training is also with us. ”

“…” Witch Jane glanced at the unquestioned newbie static target and the flaming arrogant silver roll entertainment of the top practitioner, a temporal plug.

“You can talk to me if you can't sleep at night.” Light fire transmission supplement.

Witch Jane opened her eyes blindly: "Senior, this...”

Light fire patted him on the shoulder, a slight cough, and a serious face: “Witch, talk to you about something. Do you remember our two teams after the last knockout? ”

Witch Jane nodded immediately: "Remember! Thank you for the gun..."

Light fire waves, indicating a small thing, then opens: “Fans reflect well. The topic index rose in a straight line, and several waves of gifts - whether white moonlight or silver rolls - went up in the short run. ”

“At the suggestion of the Silver Scroll Marketing Team," Light Fire highlighted, "of course, the Silver Scroll Team has the most experienced marketing advisors in the Azure region, as well as countless success stories. So on their suggestion--”

“Witch, do you want us to fire a CP? ”

Witch Jane grew up with her mouth.

Just at this moment —— a squeak, the shooting range door on the thin-fired backhand belt is opened again.

The guard opened the door, the lazy ocean came in, his gaze swept over the thin fire, and his eyes flashed.

Thank you for the grenade.

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