The moment the training room opens, the light lights a fire and follows the intuition to turn around.
He squeezed his eyes and was a little surprised when he saw the person.
Class C trainee.
Light fire transmission memories are excellent, and competitors above C have been remembered from the beginning of the show, especially those with potential threats.
He doesn't remember the man in front of him.
Tall and robust, the five officers are deeply indifferent, he picked a sniper/sniper/rifle/gun in a pile of instruments, and as he reached out, the muscle profile of his arms under his cuffs was clearly visible.
The rifle/gun was clasped twice in the palm of the cocoon, and the man stood in front of the target with the handle, his back facing the light, cold and hard from the elbow to the back of the spine.
Thin fire. That reminds me, there seems to be such a person.
During the last knockout, temperatures rose sharply on the field, burning several player chips, the program team was unable to determine the rank, and only a uniform score could be promoted.
In addition to the redhead, an unknown D-level trainee was promoted to C.
Light fire-breathing futility drifted away from my eyes. Turning his head, he suddenly saw Witch Jane's eyes crystal bright and her little round face raised high.
Thin fire-breathing eyes move, then sell Amway: “Witch, you have to believe in the marketing power of silver rolls. ”
“It won't delay your training, start a picture, the news is all bullshit. Don't worry, let's fry CP. Just give me the diagram and I'll fix it. Just give me the skin and I'll grind it. - White moonlight and silver rolls, though we're nervous, we can fry Mio and Wizard Leaf. Thin CP is called Platinum Love.”
The original background was quiet in the field, suddenly “bang”.
Sniper/sniper/rifle/gun blast.
Clearly more than a dozen meters behind the thin fire, but it seemed to blow up in his ear, and his ears kept ringing after the shooting.
“I wipe you--" the thin flame covers one ear, quickly turns his head and looks at the C-level trainer: “I said," Brother, can you put a silencer/tone/device in the gun? ”
Then he turned back: "Let's continue talking about this love of platinum...”
The ceiling had a tremendous shock and the gunshots had only slightly paused behind it, then blatantly sounded like five thunder blasts.
Thin fire transmission: “…”
The guard suddenly removed the earplugs, reaching out and flipping a silencer/tone/device in the parts stack.
There was a slight flame outburst that was waiting for an attack, and Harsey held his words in.
60 bullets in a row - The muzzle temperature is at least 120 degrees Celsius, but the man in front of the target is unafraid and puts the silence/sound/instrument directly against the muzzle.
Crazy people dare to do that.
- The thin fire looked at the guard with no damage on his left hand, and it took a while to turn back.
Witch Jane's eyes floated when she couldn't help herself to the guard. She couldn't stand the thin fire spreading. She immediately clarified: “Thin seniors! I didn't want to talk to you...”
The light-hearted eye squinted, revealing a frightening and heartbreaking look: "Witch, are you disgusting your brother? ”
And he thought about it, and he put up his sleeves, and he said, “Witch, with your strength, it's very difficult to stay out of the way. It would be different if I formed a team. ”
Immediately thereafter, the thin fire transmission also picked a sniper/shooter/rifle/gun and stood in front of the target.
“The next knockout - an indoor venue, opposite the North Tower, has just been completed, covering six hectares and is underground.” Thin Fire Sprinkler Open: “Know what the scarce resources are? ”
He probed with a scope, dropped the muzzle and closed his eyes: “It's light. ”
The thin fire suddenly lifted the barrel, his eyes still open, and his right hand was pulling the trigger - right in the middle of the 10-ring target.
Witch Jane stared.
Even the thin fire spreads a lot of crooked doors - he has to be admitted to being one of the most powerful trainees in the entire Clawson show.
Preliminary sight, blind aim.
For an average practitioner, proficiency takes a lot of effort. Thin fire transmission combines the two perfectly thanks to excellent arithmetic and muscular memory.
I opened my eyes with a thin fire, and my gaze darkened...
With a bang, the lights in the training room were turned off.
The North Tower's negative two-tier static range is missing five fingers.
We haven't waited for the thin fire transmission to react, and the same gunshot sound--
Seven shots fired, almost automatic!
In the darkness, a pair of amber pupils sparkled, and Witch Jane suddenly realized what. He's been to a static range the most, backwards to a range facility ——
8 static training targets.
In addition to the spot where the thin fire transmission stood, there were seven left, corresponding to seven shots fired.
As the gunfire drops, the scoreboard on all targets lights up sequentially, each marked with a bright red "ten rings”.
The thin fire grew incredibly big, looking in the direction of the guard.
The lights are on again.
The Westman stopped shooting as if he had completed some low-level beginner training--
If he's not blind for 7 consecutive rounds in 2 seconds, 10 rounds.
A breath of saliva was swallowed shockingly when the subconscious estimate of the defense was made and the distance from his furthest target.
“Big brother.” He finally spoke.
Blind shooting and thin fires have preceded us, and this is already a provocation.
It's still the kind where the flames are so thin that the tail won't turn upside down.
A light fire spread a slight cough and inadvertently swept the look on Witch Jane's face. She almost didn't rush back.
Under the light, the little round face was raised with admiration, the amber pupil light was playing, this little eye - it was like going to flip the C-level trainer to fry CP!!
The light rumor whispered, and the first reaction was to go to the camera in the training room - so that the player had just returned to the base, and the crew seat had not been fully arranged.
Thin fires made him feel relieved. When he looked seriously at the guard, he said for a long time: “Want a round? ”
The guard finally turned around.
The thin fire squeezed his eyes and collided directly with his momentum. There was a terrible wave in his heart. Strange C-level practitioners stood opposite each other, silent, with dark pupils that did not absorb light, like lions defending the grounds.
“Come here." The guard said suddenly.
The man's voice was low with a slight burr.
We haven't waited for the light fire to react - the witch Jane behind us has slipped past.
Thin fire transmission almost didn't get choked up, past, this is still fucking bouncing?!
The guard raised his eyebrows, indicating a thin rummage of fire.
Light fire dropped the gun and lit a little outside the door with his chin: "A minute of holographic simulation of a swamp dynamic target. ”
If a static target has a Grade 1 difficulty, a dynamic chest target has a Grade 2, and a holographic target has a Grade 5.
Target targets may appear in a 360-degree direction, and sniper opponents are not only targets, but also competitors entering simulated environments together.
Similar to Clawson's reenactment assessment - enemies, points depend on robbery.
After a few minutes, the door to the holographic shooting chamber opened.
Smart firearms were fitted with training guns, and the witch Jane turned around and found herself talking about fishing guns.
“…” The thin fire is implicitly wrong: isn't the beauty used to suppress the array?
The guard handsomely stuffed the rabbit with a radish.
Witch Jane didn't even want to take it. She measured the carrot's chamber, aim and ballistics.
The three entered the holographic scene and the soft foot material collapsed into muddy swamps, causing a sudden change in the surroundings.
The first target was a zebra, and the thin fire was predicted immediately, and he quickly fired a half-body shot in front of it - but at the moment he pulled the trigger, the target quickly turned white light.
It's not science!
The inner eyeliner of the thin fire alarm is about to fall out, but only a glimpse of kung fu, the guard has taken points again.
He flashed his side and looked sharply at the man.
The guard fought extremely plausibly, even the bullets carried boiling blood when firing, and the pressure of the thin fire could not breathe through.
It is extremely provocative for a thin fire transmission to deviate when it stands up and points at the gunpoint of the target, deliberately and unintentionally. The man cared nothing about his side with his rifle - like a sharp knife in the middle of his field of view, giving off a strong aggressiveness that made his instincts tremble.
45 seconds.
There is no expression on the guard.
The thin fire-breathing ridge is cold, the eyes are empty, and the expression is incredible.
Witch Jane carried his carrot gun, shot the mouse one at a time, dynamically foresighted a mess, and there was only one poor "1” on the scoreboard.
67 hrs.
Light flame transfer is still zero.
Fifty-five seconds.
The thin pyrotechnic brain has shut down, the eyes are red, the target has been completely abandoned, and a bullet has to be stabbed in the guard. At this point, whether intentional or coincidental, a swamp crocodile broke through the fire line and rushed towards several people -
Witch Jane opened her eyes and her shoulders sank.
“Keep your head down.” The old man's cold voice sounded in his ear.
Witch Jane did not hesitate to bow her head.
The man's firm and powerful arm protected him inwardly, his burning body temperature burned like a flame on his spine, his aggressive breath burst into the hegemony, touching the nerve end from the surface of his skin, sliding up with a current -
Two spot shots.
“Target is clear. ”
“Fighter 300029 fired thinly, teammate injured, out. ”
The virtual scene should disappear.
Witch Jane pulled herself out with admiration and raised her head with a radish gun.
Just as thin as a flame swallowed a hamster's unspeakable eyes--
Thin flames are filled with words.
In a moment of elimination, he clearly saw a man salvaging his witches and his eyes freezing with warnings.
He... what did he come to find the witch for?
Oh, just trying to fire a CP.
So he just wants to fire a CP!! And?!! God's fucking life is gonna be fired!!
The light fire threw the gun, barely maintaining a decent exit, and at the moment of closing the door promptly sent a message:
“There's a big man, he's got an idea, he can't do it, wait for the next wave...”
“What, you asked me what I had to do with firing CP? It can't be fired now, the old man... it seems to be Witch Jane's own mother powder. It doesn't seem to give him a sneer. The thief is thin and wide... next time we bypass him for a chance...”
“Mother powder! It's not a woman. I can't explain it to you when I hang up...”
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