"Shot!" Xiang Nanxing, Liang Jingmo and Chris spoke in unison. The former has seen Nangong Qian's shooting posture several times in the past few days, and at this time, he was just surprised by her decisiveness in hitting her. And the latter two were the first time to see this soft-looking woman move, and the shock was even more indescribable. Although neither of them can be regarded as first-class gunners in actual combat, and Liang Jingmo is even in doubt that he has reached the average level of this industry, but the two of them have seen many masters along the way, and their eyes are vicious, and they can see at a glance that this woman is stronger than anyone they have ever seen.

In the room, only the masked man and the "judge" Danqing standing on one side shook their heads slightly.

"Too hasty." Danqing whispered. It's a pity that everyone's attention was attracted by the picture in front of them at this time, and no one except the masked man noticed his almost self-talking comment.

The muzzle velocity of the bullet fired from a standard sniper rifle is generally 810 to 850 meters per second, and although the combination gun fired from Nangong Qian's hand at this time is not the most suitable type of special bullet, the muzzle velocity is also close to the 800-meter mark. For reference, sound travels through the air at a speed of only 340 meters per second.

In other words, the speed of the bullet that Nangong Qian just fired is more than twice the speed of sound, even if it will be affected by air resistance, wind, and gravity during the flight, reducing the speed and deflecting the direction, but it is only a distance of about a thousand meters, and this loss is not even enough to reduce this speed below the speed of sound.

That's the horror of sniping. The target of the sniper could only be kept in the dark from beginning to end, because when he was shot, the sound of the shot was even on the road, and at a distance of about a thousand meters at this time, he could not hear the crisp sound of the sniper rifle from a distance until more than a second after the bullet hit him. But by that time, let alone dodging, it was already too late.

So the success of a sniper can only depend on the person who shoots it. The deflection caused by the wind and the sinking of the bullet caused by gravity all need to be figured out one by one before the shot, and then incorporated into the ballistic calculation in the prediction, which is difficult to imagine. It is also said that a sniper is a profession that foresees the future, because unlike ordinary close-range shooting, he does not aim at the target he sees at this moment, but at the position of the target in a second or two. Therefore, it is not enough to aim accurately, he also needs calculation, prediction, and most importantly, intuition.

In the last item, Nangong Qian has outstanding talent. She lost count of how many times, the moment she was about to pull the trigger, her eyes would always flash the appearance of the other person when they were shot, but at the same time, if there was a slight error in the previous prediction, her body would naturally make a slight adjustment to the muzzle of the gun. In a state of high mental concentration, this feeling occurs almost every time, and this is the secret of her "first shot".

However, at this moment, Nangong Qian experienced the opposite feeling for the first time.

No, it won't.

Her body instinctively realized this. The wind measurement is perfect, the distance and gravity are calculated without problems, the air resistance is calculated, and even the branches and foliage that may disturb along the road are perfectly avoided. The target's direction and speed hadn't changed for a while, and the bullet would have hit the man's position a second later.

Everything seemed seamless, and Nangong Qian knew that she hadn't fired such a perfect sniper shot for a long time.

But it still won't hit.

Time seemed to slow down, and the air that the bullets had broken through cleared the fog, drawing a clear trail in the milky white. She narrowed her eyes and traced the bullet through the eyepiece, just like the men who were staring at the picture from a few kilometers away. Approaching, the last half of the flight bullet remained. She saw that the vague figure that had been hidden behind the fog was taking its final step, and the bullet was about to pierce his head the moment his feet landed.

But at this moment, the man suddenly turned his head to the left without warning, lowered slightly, and allowed the bullet to screech past him a few centimeters away. The only contribution of this shot was to break through the air and raise a few strands of hair from the man's ear, and that's it. The man's side face flashed from Nangong Qian's sight, and in the blink of an eye, it was drowned out by the mist that had been filled back again.

Adjusted to the best condition, infused with the whole body of this blow, the harvest is nothing more. Nangong Qian's mind went blank. For a moment, her whole body froze there, not knowing how to react.

And the three people in the room who were watching the picture were obviously more shocked

All this happened extremely fast, and in Nangong Qian's eyes, it was like dodging in slow motion, and in reality, it was only a matter of a few tenths of a second. Although this dodge is extremely fast, it is not flustered. The other party seemed to have noticed the bullets flying behind him from the beginning, and even knew exactly where and when to aim, and reacted in time before the bullets even got close.

"It can't be!" Xiang Nanxing exclaimed.

He remembered that there was often a method called "listening to the sound and identifying the position" in martial arts, and those heroes could listen to the sound of the hidden weapon when it came out, or listen to the scream when the hidden weapon broke through the air to dodge, which was of course a fictional way of writing, no matter how powerful the person was, he couldn't react so quickly in an instant, not to mention that in this kind of story, the human body moves faster than the hidden weapon.

But at this time, he seemed to have witnessed such a scene with his own eyes. What this person has to face is not even an ordinary hidden weapon, but a bullet that surpasses the speed of sound. Even though it would scream in the air enough to warn, in fact, even that sound would be left behind by itself. And Xiang Nanxing knew that he had to wait until he said what he had just said, and the sound of the sniper rifle shooting would reach that person's ears.

What is "listening to the voice and distinguishing the position", the scene that happened in front of him at this time is obviously an "unpredictable prophet"!

"Host Danqing." The masked man suddenly spoke, "I want to ask you something. According to the rules, the five hosts who accept the challenge can only decide the order of play, and cannot predict the games and opponents they may encounter. But in fact, they know at least the basics of the five players here, and the general content of the four games that may be drawn, right? ”

"That's half right...... Well, a small half. Danqing replied with a smile, "The alternative games this time were temporarily extracted from the massive game database and modified to a certain extent. As hosts, they've probably all seen prototypes of these games, but they don't know much about what they're going to look like. What's more, even if they know all the games in the library, but they don't know which four will be drawn, it will be useless. ”

"The player info is ...... here."

"On the player information side, we naturally didn't provide it to those hosts, just like we won't provide you with a list of opponents. According to the rules, the hosts who participate in the war must be closed off before you start the selection. But even if the secrecy measures have achieved this step, the host has a general assessment of the situation of the players on the island, and there are a lot of previous observations, and there is still some information. You're all the best of them, and it's not surprising if you guessed it. As for Huang Lao......"

Danqing hesitated for a moment, but still said one more sentence directly: "That's an unexpected state of affairs, what you want me to say must be a violation of the rules, but I also believe that he will definitely not tell anyone else the information." ”

"yes, he's always been a 'reputable' person." There was a sneer in the masked man's voice, obviously referring to something else, but none of the people present at this time could understand the meaning of this.

Only Liang Jingmo frowned—he had heard something else from this conversation.

What Dan Qing said just now was actually the same thing he did when he was in the "cabin in the woods". The name "judge" represents fairness, which even overrides his position as a moderator. The moment when Huang Lao just broke into the venue was the moment when the results of the selection were about to be obtained, even if he didn't know which ones had left before, he at least confirmed with his own eyes that Xiang Nanxing and the masked man had successfully qualified and participated in the main competition of the White Night Festival. So Danqing also secretly revealed a message to them in his words just now, that is, Huang Lao will participate in the battle in the White Night Festival. Because of the rule that was broken by Huang Lao, it can only be "the host participating in the war must be closed in advance".

He silently memorized this piece of information in his mind, secretly thinking about how to deal with it. This is somewhat valuable, but the focus of the dialogue between the mask man and Danqing is obviously not here, he nodded, and suddenly changed his words: "So, the fact that he met someone from the Nangong family here was not a deliberately arranged battle result, but purely accidental?" ”

"By chance. Providence, perhaps. Even if you don't know who your opponent is before, you should be sure after seeing this shot. ”

"Well, using the Nangong family's 'listening to the wind' and 'butterfly steps' to dodge their own snipers can be regarded as eye-opening."

The mask man and Danqing said a word to me, like an acquaintance's greeting, and Xiang Nanxing and Chris next to him were a little stunned. From this conversation, it seems that the mask man not only knows Danqing, but also knows the opponent who has just shown half of his face, and even looks very familiar with the host Huang Laodu. Thinking about the amazing skills he showed before, Xiang Nanxing couldn't understand it even more.

What is the origin of Nangong Qian's opponent? And where did he come from? Knowing that he couldn't think of a result, he was still curious.

But this doubt only lasted for a second, and then it was immediately overshadowed by his worry about Nangong Qian. In the time he saw and said these few words, Nangong Qian in the picture had recovered from a brief moment of shock and distraction. After putting the combo gun away at a dizzying speed, she got up and fled, and on the other side of the GPS screen, three points of light that were together were rapidly approaching where she was. The other party judged the trajectory from this failed sniper and was searching along the road.

"If you can't do it, the top priority is always to flee and survive first. A good killer must be a living killer, and to kill a person with the determination to die is not a killer, it is a dead man. ”

At this moment, the eldest brother's former admonition seemed to sound in Nangong Qian's ears again, and she did act according to this teaching. It's just that at the same time, the first thing that sprung up in Nangong Qian's chest was not the idea of survival, but complete despair.

She has the assassination essence accumulated by the Nangong family for hundreds of years, and the top technology that her eldest brother has cultivated with all his efforts for more than ten years, after deciding to go all out, even if it is a god standing on the opposite side, she has the confidence to kill him. However, this time, she knew that she couldn't kill the opponent in front of her. Because at the moment when the bullet grazed the other party's side just now, while the fog dispersed, she saw this person's face for the first time and recognized it.

The host who stood on the other side of the area and was her enemy, her real identity was the eldest son of the thirty-seventh generation head of the Nangong family, and the best candidate for the next generation of the head of the family was recognized as Nangong Wang.

She used to be her most beloved big brother.

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