Dahu has this self-confidence, he is already an intermediate guide, and he is just one clearance fragment away from being promoted to a B-level tasker. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info is barely in the disparity in strength, and it is indeed not underestimated.

"Still, you can keep an eye on her. Da Hu added, "There is a good chance, and it is okay to throw her in space." ”

The chubby woman smiled, "You're really careful as always...... Eye. ”

Before Dahu could find an opportunity, He Yu disappeared.

What happens to be teleported to the mission world, there is only one MMP that should be talked about.

Because the last mission took a lot of time, when He Yu teleported back, it had already spanned a month. I didn't expect the system to be so ruthless, and at this time I gave her a random task.

The goal He Yu set for himself in this mission was to be neat and fast, and then go back to continue the vacation.

Soon He Yu found out that something was wrong, she was in a white space, and there was nothing.

If it weren't for the system's prompt that the teleportation was successful, she would have thought she had been caught in some strange space.

He Yu took out the guide needle and followed the direction of the pointer, and when he walked for more than ten minutes, a huge circus tent appeared, colorful and dazzling.

He Yu walked over and saw two clowns standing at the door, saw He Yu grinning, and invited He Yu in.

Entering the tent, it was already full of people, surrounding a stage in the middle.

When He Yu entered the arena, the people inside began to cheer and howl.

He Yu, who didn't know the situation, was brought to the stage by the clown, and there were already several people on the stage, and looking at their appearance, they were also in the clouds.

The audience under the stage was emotional, as if waiting for something.

The task given by the system is to wait for the start of the performance on the stage, and He Yu feels that the performers this time are probably themselves.

The host, a masked man in a tuxedo, held the microphone and said loudly: "Everyone welcomes our fifth contestant, Ms. He Yu!"

"Roar, roar, roar!" the audience under the stage let out a chorus of roars.

"Ms. He Yu is twenty-seven years old, with a net height of 1.69 meters, a weight of 50 kilograms, long hair, a yellow race, and low physical fitness. He has the ability to never forget, he is a guide, and he has a mysterious pet wild tiger, three guns, and ...... bullets."

The more He Yu listened, the darker his face became, and this host overturned her old bottom.

Among the four people beside him, someone took out a notebook and recorded it carefully. Each of them has a number sign attached to their arm, which comes in two colors, red and blue.

“…… Okay, let's put a number plate on Ms. He Yu now, No. 5! Ms. He Yu is the No. 5 contestant, please don't be stingy with the tickets in your hands. ”

He Yu was labeled with a red number 5 number plate.

At this time, someone was lured in by the clown.

Just as the audience was cheering, No. 1, who agreed to stick a red number plate, walked next to He Yu and said, "Hey, hello, my name is Zhuge Xiong." ”

No. 1 is a man with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, named Zhuge Xiong.

He Yu looked at the situation on the stage, the people with red number plates and the people with blue numbers were divided into two piles, although there was no obvious team, but there was a faint atmosphere of detachment.

This time, the one who was brought to the center of the stage was a petite girl who looked eccentric and looked like a underage.

"This little sister who looks like she is only twelve or thirteen years old, her name is Shui Yao, and she is forty-eight years old......"

Hearing the age, the audience who was too young let out an incredible exclamation.

“…… He is 1.48 meters tall, weighs 37 kilograms, has long hair, is of yellow race, and has medium physical fitness. Possess the ability to transform the gunner, 'one step across three meters', no profession, no pet, one machine gun......"

Shui Yao heard that his old bottom was revealed, and his immature face was covered with a layer of gloom. She could feel the eyes of the taskers around her, especially her hands.

Her hands look no different from ordinary people, but in fact, they have long been transformed into mechanical hands, five fingers are five muzzles, and it takes less than a second to change from a hand to a gun.

Now, this secret has been revealed long before the mission begins.

Soon she was labeled with a blue number six plate.

At the same time, the seventh person also came to the stage, and similarly, his old bottom was also exposed by the host from beginning to end.

This feeling is very bad, as if you have been stripped of your clothes layer by layer in public.

The eighth, ninth, tenth, eleventh......

The eleventh person was an acquaintance of He Yu, Magiel.

Maggill wore a black and gray women's suit with elaborate makeup and seemed to enjoy the cheers of the audience. When she saw He Yu, Magiel's gaze quickly slid over, and there was no strangeness in seeing her acquaintance.

Just as the host opened his mouth to talk about Magim's physical fitness, Magim's eyes condensed and stared at him.

“…… Our handsome young lady, proficient in ......"

Before the host finished speaking, he was shot in the head and fell to the ground.

Now, the cheers of the audience are even more violent, they are not dying for the host, but shouting Magiel's name.

"Magiel, I'll give you all my tickets!"

"It's long overdue to kill that verbose guy, Magy, you're awesome!"

The other taskers didn't think of this kind of operation, and the faces of several taskers who were leaked were all green, and they knew that they should have killed this host as soon as they came up.

He Yu glanced at Magiel strangely, didn't this person use a gun?

Maggile grinned at He Yu without showing a trace.

When the twelfth person was sent to the stage, the clown pulled the hanged host down by the way, and pulled a long trail of blood from the ground.

The twelfth person looked confused, and had no idea what was going on.

Soon, a new host arrived, this time short and stocky, dressed in an exaggerated dress, and he sat cross-legged on a flying carpet and flew around the stage.

When he appeared, the audience boiled again, frantically shouting "Mr. Y!"

"What should I do? Our No. 11 player scared my little heart, and I didn't even dare to go down. Mr. Y said, looking downward, "You have to promise not to hurt innocent me, and I will have to raise this fat body for a few more years." ”

This time, even if someone knew that they could make a move, they didn't dare to do it.

The host in front of him killed, it's fine. But as soon as this short and chubby person appeared, the audience's reaction was so enthusiastic, which is enough to prove that this person is different from the soy sauce host in front.

The flying carpet that Mr. Y was riding on slowly landed, patted the non-existent ash on his body, and conjured up a basket of two number plates in his hand.

"If you want to compete, you still have to wear a number plate. Mr. Y said.

Magiel got the red eleven, and the last man got the blue twelve.