"Even if my face isn't as beautiful as that woman, you won't bear to ruin it!" Barbie pointed to Pandora, who was standing alone not far away with her shoulders crossed, like a blood-stained lotus.

"Hmph, you'd better not compare yourself to her." I snorted, pulled out my pistol and began to check.

Barbie glanced at Pandora curiously, then turned to look at me, then turned and ran towards the target, not knowing what to think in her little head, but at least one thing was certain, this woman was really not afraid of death, or really believed me.

The surrounding mercenaries formed a semicircle, watching the excitement with great interest, many people sweated for Isariya, thinking that it would be a pity for such a beautiful girl to die under my gun, and even more ironically, no one was worried about that guy with a small head like a fist, as if he was destined to die, the beauty effect, whether in the world of ordinary people or such a beast camp, it is equally applicable.

Barbie's head is already very small, but in front of the target, I can only hit the four rings at most, and the guy next to me can actually see the location of the seven rings, if it is the Grim Reaper and me, then I will lose, but there is only one Grim Reaper in the world, and there is only one assassin, who can play the gun to the point of us, there is, but it is by no means the guy standing next to me.

"Ready? I let you come first, so that you may not be called a bully to you. The tall, lanky man stuck his finger in the trigger guard, and kept running around his fingertips.

"Okay, I wish you could be so confident all the time." I smiled coldly, snapped the magazine, gently closed my eyes, eliminated all distractions, let the brain in a state of emptiness, breathing and heartbeat tended to be flat, for the pistol, the distance of thirty meters is not close, the wind and gravity will cause a slight deviation in the trajectory, but there is a person standing opposite, even a small deviation is not allowed, let alone kill her, as long as I make a cut on her face, I will have to carry this debt forever, I don't want to cause trouble for myself.

Five seconds later, I suddenly opened my eyes, the gun sounded, without pause, I pulled the trigger continuously, ten bullets were fired one after another, at the same angle, on the same trajectory, Isariya, who was leaning on the target, closed her eyes tightly, and with each gunshot, I could clearly feel the whistling sound of the bullet hitting my ears, and even felt the burning heat from the bullet, she was dancing with death, rubbing shoulders with death, there was no more exciting experience than this.

Carl on the side closed his eyes from the moment the gun rang out, and kept praying in his heart that when he opened his eyes, he would not see a broken head, and only hoped that I was worthy of the name of the king of guns, not a waste of fame, and his confidence in me was obviously not as strong as Isaria's.

I'm not a good person, but I rarely disappoint, I wouldn't shoot Isalia if I wasn't sure, she wasn't a friend to me, she was just a stranger, and although I had done countless bad things, I would never have shot a girl without hostility.

Ten bullets were fired in a row, and after the gunfire stopped, Isaria opened her eyes tremblingly, and glanced at the bullet hole only a few centimeters from the side of her face, it was hard to imagine what force drove her to do such a dangerous thing, but she had to admit that it was really exciting.

"Forty rings!" The soldier shouted out my results, which was already the limit, and if it was high, it would hit Isaria in the head.

"Ohmygod, this is crazy, oh my God, I'm still alive, Assassin I love you." Isarya looked at the bullet holes next to her, almost lined up in a semicircle, she was incoherent with excitement, screamed like crazy, rushed over, jumped up and threw herself directly into my arms, her legs around my waist, her hands around my neck, and kissed me the face like an octopus.

"Don't be like this, Isarya, I'm not familiar with you." I grabbed her by the back collar and pulled her off of me, taking two steps back to get a little more distance.

"I don't think we're ripe!" Isalia's face flushed with excitement, and she was about to pounce up, but she was stopped by Carl who came over, and she let me go.

"Hey, it's your turn to be a megalomaniacal boy, I hope you don't beat your comrades into a snack for the night." Isaria ran up to the tall and thin man and grimaced.

I looked at him lightly, I was not completely sure in my heart, if this guy was a sniper of similar level to me, it was very likely to beat me, after all, I could only hit four rings at most, and he could at least hit six rings, this competition is very suspenseful.

"Failure is a wonderful taste, it robs you of all the glory, and you can taste that right away." The tall and thin man ignored Isalia and turned to me and sneered.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, glory never belongs to me." I said lightly and inserted the pistol back into the holster.

"Can you start, boy, everyone is waiting for your performance." Karl glanced at the guy without being salty.

"Of course, keep your dogs open, what a sniper is." After speaking, the guy slowly raised his pistol and aimed it at the target behind his comrade.

I almost laughed when I saw this action, my wrist was still shaking, and he dared to call himself a sniper at this level, are his comrades crazy, do they really dare to stand in front of the target and let him fight, a small head does not mean that he will not be shot in the head, is the brain capacity also small or an idiot?

Carl, who is also a veteran, shook his head helplessly, feeling deeply sorry for that comrade-in-arms.

"Shoot, hurry up, are you acting, SB!" The crowd below waited for a long time and didn't shoot, and suddenly became impatiently noisy, and hundreds of people followed and yelled, which felt like being parade through the streets, if there were rotten leaves and rotten eggs.

"Bang!" In the midst of the noise, the guy finally pulled the trigger, and I squinted and saw that Nima, off target, the first shot actually missed the target.

"Boy, are you here to be funny? The prostitutes in the West Bank are better than you. Someone on the side shouted.

"Get out of here, don't be embarrassed here, the pirates will laugh at us when they see your marksmanship."

"Lao Tzu shoots better than you, do you want to try, hahaha......!"

All kinds of foul language are all around, and that guy's psychological quality is not bad, and he is still seriously aiming in the face of so much abuse.

"Bang!" In the midst of the noise, the second bullet shot out of the chamber, followed by a scream, everyone was stunned, and there was silence for a moment, I chuckled in my heart, and said secretly: "It's over, that sad comrade-in-arms is probably hanging." ”

When I looked closely, the small-headed soldier was hit in the head by a bullet, and he actually covered his face and struggled to stand up a few times, Nima, invulnerable?

I strode over to the tall and thin man, snatched his gun, and unloaded the magazine to see that it was filled with rubber bullets.

"I'll go to your uncle, are you a monkey invited to tease?" I angrily nestled in his chest, in a hurry, scolding in Chinese, and scolding back and forth in English, I couldn't express this feeling of being played.

That guy was kicked by me more than five meters away, clutching his chest with a painful face, and struggled for a long time without getting up, but I still didn't plan to let go of this vexatious kid.