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When he saw Xiang Nanxing's right hand stretched out from the side of the door, this sentence flashed in Nangong Huangqi's heart.

He could more or less guess Xiang Nanxing's intentions. After being hit in succession, the latter's body could no longer withstand a single blow, and even a special bullet was a deadly weapon for him. In this case, choose to hide behind the door and only stretch out your hand and raise your gun to shoot, although it will become a meaningless random shot because you can't aim, and the probability of hitting the target is extremely low. But this can ensure that your vital point will not be shot, and second, it can also delay a little time.

Putting aside factors such as "no seeding", this is actually a method. Especially in the game to the present, Nangong Huangqi, who is not very good at shooting, has suffered from wrist fatigue due to continuous rapid fire, and in this case, his ability to aim at small targets will also become weaker. Xiang Nanxing only had a few fingers exposed except for the pistol, and it was not easy to aim at them in the face of his firepower.

"It's a pity that you underestimated the training level of the Nangong family."

Nangong Huangqi sneered and moved the pistol to his left hand. For the killers of the Nangong family, the left hand and the right hand are all content that needs to be focused on training, because the opportunity to assassinate is often fleeting, and it will not give you the space to adjust your posture. For him, holding a gun in his right hand is just a habit, but in terms of accuracy and mastery of shooting skills, his left and right hands are the same.

And this, Xiang Nanxing, who lives in a peaceful world, obviously does not understand.

At the same time as changing hands, he also took a step in the opposite direction that Xiang Nanxing's gun was pointing at. So at the moment when Xiang Nanxing pulled the trigger, he also raised his gun and aimed at the opponent's right hand, which was too late to retract due to the recoil during shooting......

Wait, right-handed?

Nangong Huangqi's pupils contracted suddenly!

In today's game, he had already fought Xiang Nanxing several times, and although the latter had never hit him, he raised his gun every time to try to aim. He remembers very well that in the first encounter, he once noticed a detail of the opponent's gun, and identified this detail as one of the information worth noting.

This guy is left-handed.

Yes, every time he fights, Xiang Nanxing's hand in charge of holding the gun is always his left hand. Sometimes his right hand is pressed against a wall or door frame to help balance his body when he rushes forward and stops, and sometimes it rests flat under his left hand to act as a stabilizer. For a left-hander, this is perfectly normal with a gun.

At this time, however, he was holding the gun in his right hand.

"So the right hand is okay?"

Nangong Huangqi hesitated, but this was just a momentary hesitation. The sudden situation in front of him was obviously not a big problem, and it couldn't stop him from continuing to pull the trigger. However, at this moment, a cold chill once again swept through the back of his neck, and the sensing ability of the "Beast Level" once again alerted to danger!!

This time, the warning was a hundred times stronger than what he sensed by the door. In his experience, this level of induction would have to be a "fatal" crisis.

"But that's impossible!"

A stunned exclamation sounded in his heart, and at the same time, Nangong Huangqi's body almost instinctively made dodge movements. Because his feet had just taken that step, he was in a situation where the old strength had been exhausted and the new strength had not been born, and the right foot that had just stepped on was unable to lift. In a hurry, he simply steadied his horse, lay his entire upper body back, and folded the whole person in reverse sixty degrees. At that moment, a hot sensation pressed against his chest and crossed horizontally, leaving a burning pain. Nangong Huangqi secretly rejoiced that if he hadn't dodged in time, this shot would have hit the flank directly, and what would be left behind at that time would not only be this small skin injury.

It's just that why did the bullets suddenly fly from the side?

"The answer is 'richet.'"

He sneered at the enemy behind the door, "I can't see it, you still have this kind of skill." ”

"I didn't know you were one of those hounds that was good at tracking. I thought it was a bulldog. ”

Xiang Nanxing behind the door slowly retracted his hand and replied lightly.

The two were talking through the door like this, and no one had the intention of stepping forward, so naturally there was no chance to meet. At the beginning of the dialogue, the countdown on the right side of Nangong Huangqi's vision had already reached zero, and then it became empty. At the same time, Xiang Nanxing's countdown lit up, thirty seconds countdown, which meant that what was left for them was not the ten-second "attack time".

Without an attack, there would be no time limit to decide the winner, and the host who would be in charge of taking away the loser would not appear. They can keep this posture until the end of the world without worrying about who will disturb them.

For them, what lies ahead of them is a rare opportunity for "psychological warfare" in this game. Whoever can overwhelm their opponents in this part will surely have an extra advantage in the rest of the game.

"That's a good trick."

Nangong Huangqi spoke first. He gently wiped the blood from his chest and slowly ran his fingers across it, checking the state of the wound with the touch of his fingertips. It was a small abrasion less than ten centimeters long, and the passing bullet cut through the epidermis, bringing out only a small trace of blood, which began to congaze in less than two seconds. Anyway, it's out of the way, he thought.

And through this gap, he quickly retrieved information about this shooting technique in his mind.

Richet, also commonly known as ricochet, refers to the fact that when a bullet or other explosive hits a smooth hard object at a certain angle of inclination, the bullet can easily bounce and hit other objects. When the bullet hits an object, the smaller the impact angle, the greater the speed of motion, and the smoother and harder the surface of the object, the easier it is to ricochete, and the ricochet still has lethality.

The kind of space they are in at this time, which is surrounded by walls, is close to "street fighting" in terms of classification, which is where ricochets are most likely to occur. When the bullet hits a hard object to form a ricochet, the physical shape, flight trajectory, stability and angle of injection of the bullet have changed, so the ricochet is easy to deflect after being fired into the human body, and the cavity effect caused is far greater than that caused by the regular bullet, and can even be comparable to the dum bullet that has been banned by international conventions because of its strong lethality. Nangong Aragai remembers the case of a senior who was seriously injured when he was hit by an opponent with a ricochet in the process of completing a commission. At that time, the bullet entered the body in a deflected state, and as soon as it pierced through the skin, it broke, and the bullet spread out in the body like a shotgun, creating multiple cavities several times the caliber of the bullet, stirring in the body of the senior, causing him to bleed profusely.

Later, the person was rescued, but one arm was useless and had to be amputated. Nangong Huangqi visited his predecessors before the operation, and he still can't forget the shocking wound at that time.

It's already more lethal than a normal bullet in terms of lethality, but the real scary thing about ricochets is that they're so hard to predict, let alone dodge. The trajectory of a bullet coming from the front can also be inferred from the muzzle, but the ricochet has undergone a reflection, and there are flips and even breaks along the way, adding an element of luck to the already difficult trajectory. Nangong Huangqi's dodge just now can only be regarded as lucky, if he is better than him, but does not have this kind of crisis intuition, there is still a chance that he will be directly hit by a bullet in that state of surprise.

But on the other hand, Xiang Nanxing himself may not have accurately predicted the direction of the bullet. The shot he fired was more about feel and intuition, and a bit of luck that was essential. For both parties, this shot was a gamble, and Xiang Nanxing paid the secret that he had endured for a long time as a bargaining chip in exchange for this bullet that went straight to the point. It's a pity that at the last moment, it was always Nangong Huangqi's intuition and luck that were superior.

"It's over." He said, "I'd admit that your marksmanship is much better than I expected, and you can shoot so accurately with almost no aiming, using high-end technology like 'richet', which is not something that ordinary people can do." I want to retract my previous words, in this regard, you have the right to challenge the Nangong family. ”

Xiang Nanxing behind the door was expressionless, "Thank you." ”

"But you still lost."

Nangong Huangqi put his finger to the tip of his nose and sniffed it, and then gently flicked off a little blood stain on his fingertip. "This shot was your best chance to hit me, after all, I didn't expect you to attack with your right hand, and I didn't expect you to shoot like this." He shook his head, "However, you've already ruined this opportunity with your own hands. In this critical opportunity, you are still using that meaningless special bullet? In other words, you haven't found live ammunition yet, and you've rushed to consume this opportunity. If it were me, I'd save this only chance for live ammunition. ”

He flicked his fingers, looking very disdainful. When he touched the wound just now, he vaguely smelled it, and unlike the smell of gunpowder smoke from ordinary bullets, the special bullets left a special smell on the wound, which was easy to distinguish by careful sniffing.

There is no doubt that Xiang Nanxing did choose the wrong bullet.

No matter how exquisite the shooting method is, if it is used a second time in front of Lian Jiazi, the power will be greatly reduced, not to mention that the secret of Xiang Nanxing's right hand is gone after this shot, and it can no longer be used as a surprise soldier. Just like Nangong Huangqi said, if Xiang Nanxing has live ammunition, now is the best time to use it, if not, then he can only endure it.

However, for this matter, Xiang Nanxing could only smile bitterly. He opened his palm, and in the palm of his hand lay four bullets silently, and that was what he had gotten from that little box.

These four are special bullets. He had no choice.

The dead end that Xiang Nanxing was in at this time seemed to be mysterious, but the bullet magazine it came with was nothing special, that is, there were a little more bullets than elsewhere. That should have dashed his hopes of turning the tide in this round. As Nangong Huangqi said, in this round, he should be patient, rely on the terrain to reluctantly confront the opponent, and try to save himself. Even if he loses again, he shouldn't expose his hole cards at this time.

However, Xiang Nanxing still did it. There are reasons for this.

"Brother Nangong, it seems that you haven't seen through the essence of this game." He said.

Nangong Huangqi raised his eyebrows, but he didn't make a sound.

"In this game, 'live ammunition' is only one of the elements, and it is not even the key to victory." Xiang Nanxing leaned his back against the door panel and took a deep breath, "From the moment my bullet touched you, I had already touched the victory. ”

"Nonsense!" Nangong Huangqi sneered. But beneath the calm exterior, for the first time, a slight wavering emotion flashed in his heart. Does Xiang Nanxing have any other hole cards? What is the key to his victory? He vaguely felt that the other party was not talking about it, but really discovered something.

"What step did he think?" He was shocked.

At the same time, the middle-aged woman who was watching the game from a distance sat in a wheelchair and shook her head gently.

"The scales of victory did shake slightly." Mrs. Nangong smiled, "Interesting." ”

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