"Waiting" is not free.

At the same time that the masked man said this, Nangong Qian, who was in the mountains, suddenly felt a little strange.

"Why do you seem to have a little chest tightness and dizziness?"

She thought to herself, frowning a little puzzledly. This should not be a psychological effect, and there is no reason for it to be a physical discomfort caused by mood swings. Although the tension of being the first to fight hasn't been completely suppressed, as a seasoned killer, she has long known how to deal with the anxiety of waiting.

That's right, it seemed like a good opportunity. The field of view is wide, there is almost no barrier between the ballistics, just a bush near the destination that gets in the way, but if you want to find it, there is always a gap. In the few seconds when the other party was looking for the gem just now, that small blue point of light was exposed to Nangong Qian's field of vision several times.

Although you can't see people clearly in the fog, you can only see a rough outline, but the place where the light shines is the collar, and knowing this is enough to aim at the target. For a gunner of Nangong Qian's level, there is no need to see what the target looks like at all, as long as there is a small marker to shoot.

This is the characteristic of Nangong family's sniping: what you see is what you kill.

But she didn't pull the trigger.

As a killer, her instincts rang out at that moment, as if to warn her that the blow would never succeed. This is the quality that the eldest brother has cultivated for her since she was a child, and it is also the real secret of Nangong Qian's example. As Big Brother said, a good sniper does not mean that he can hit the target in all situations, but it certainly means that he can rule out those situations that absolutely do not hit.

In front of her, there was a situation where she would definitely not be able to hit - Nangong Qian's intuition told her so, and she obeyed this feeling and continued to wait. She often does this kind of thing, and she will never feel annoyed by giving up an opportunity, or even feel chest tightness and dizziness because of it.

"What's going on?"

Nangong Qian muttered to herself, and then tried to take a deep breath to adjust her somewhat disordered heart rate. However, at this moment, she suddenly reacted. In addition to the shock, there is a sense of chagrin at having made such a stupid mistake.

Waiting comes at a price, why didn't you notice it at all before!

She stood up and shook the oxygen tank behind her violently. As she imagined, the can filled with compressed oxygen was much lighter than it had been at the beginning, the pressure had decreased, the concentration of the respirator had also decreased, and the air she was breathing was more like being on a mountain or plateau at a certain altitude.

Although the oxygen in the can has been consumed before, but because the pressure is enough, there is not much difference in what she breathes, and when climbing the hill, people will weaken their perception of the weight of their body due to fatigue, Nangong Qian recalled that there was indeed a feeling of ease when she climbed to the back, but she didn't think about it this way. Later, when the person lies down and aims at the target, the person remains in a fixed position, which makes it even more difficult to detect the slowly lightening weight on his back.

At this time, according to Nangong Qian's judgment, even if she stays still from now on, adjusts her breathing rate, relaxes her emotions and slows down her heart rate, and reduces her oxygen consumption to an unbelievable level, the remaining oxygen in the can will allow her to last less than an hour at most, and in the last ten minutes, she will experience a feeling of almost lack of oxygen.

What if the respirator is removed? According to the host, these fogs that permeate the mountains at this time are deadly toxic, although the concentration is not too high, and you can barely breathe in a short time, but after a long time, the toxins accumulate in the body, and in the end there is no help. Therefore, the removal of the respirator should never be considered unless absolutely necessary.

Looking at the moving points of light on the GPS device, Nangong Qian knew that she actually had two choices in front of her, one was to continue to wait, shoot through the gems on the target collar in a limited time, and leave after winning directly; The second is to immediately change the strategy and start looking for the oxygen canisters hidden in this area from now on, but the host did not mention this, and he does not know if this kind of thing really exists......

"No, of course there is." Nangong Qian muttered to herself, and at the same time knocked her head hard. She secretly scolded herself for being so slow to react, and the facts were clearly in front of her, but she never found out.

Compared with her who waited quietly after climbing to a high place, the other party who kept walking would definitely far surpass her in oxygen consumption, no matter how advanced and economical the breathing method was used. And when she observed the other party just now, she also noticed that the blue point of light representing the collar was about 1.7 meters above the ground, which meant that the opponent she was going to face was a big man with a height of at least 1.9 meters. Even if everyone didn't move, just supporting such a huge body, the oxygen consumption would be much greater than hers.

If the oxygen tank on her side was in an emergency, the other party would obviously encounter a similar crisis earlier. However, at this time, the speed of the three points of light moving together on the GPS screen is not slower than just now. Obviously, the oxygen of the other side has been adequately replenished.

During the game, Nangong Qian has been keeping an eye on the other party's movements, and since he got the first gem, the point of light has been moving along the most economical and direct route, and there is no circumstance of going around to other places in between. So the question of the location of those supplies is not difficult to speculate.

"Fresh oxygen cans are placed next to the gems...... Nangong Qian muttered, and then smiled bitterly, "What a tragic Matthew effect." The more conservative people are, the more likely they are to be driven to a dead end by the lack of oxygen, and if they are determined to forge ahead from the beginning, they will be able to obtain the capital to deal with these things calmly. That's how winning or losing is decided. ”

"Only, if I lose......"

She muttered to herself, her eyes confused for a moment. She knew that the outcome of the first game was very important for the rest of the game, but losing it didn't mean the end of the world, as long as the others could win three games, they could still leave the island.

But in this case, do you have to rely on him as before?

Rely on his activity and injuries to give himself a chance to escape, rely on his self-sacrifice to avoid entering the hut of twisted humanity, rely on his courage to survive the threat of bombs, and finally rely on him to go beyond his limits again and again to bring himself here.

And then at this time, do you want to continue to rely on him?

No.

If you've decided to do something for him at the end, you've got to do it—even if it's a monster because of it.

Nangong Qian closed her eyes slightly and took a deep breath of the gradually thinning oxygen. When I opened my eyes again, there was only determination in my eyes.

"You have to be who you really are." - She remembered what her eldest brother had told her. Nangong Qian couldn't help laughing, her real self was just like what she just said, she was a murderer who didn't blink, calmly analyzed, and then killed, this is her.

"I found the can, I got enough oxygen, and I could tell from the equipment that I wasn't trying to collect gems, so I could tell that I was suffering from an oxygen shortage." She began to analyze, "but the other party did not slow down and observe the situation, but continued to do his own thing according to the original rhythm." Either it was extreme arrogance, or it was simply testing my reaction. ”

"From the observation of the opening game, it was not difficult for him to conclude that I intended to win by sniping, so he deliberately chose a spot with bushes around to increase the difficulty. The fact that I didn't shoot meant being conservative to him, so he would pick the next few points in turn...... Yes, there happened to be a forest near the place he was heading to, and it would be difficult to hit him directly through the woods from where I was at this point. The logic is right. ”

"But it's still not a problem. I didn't have to wait for him to get into that place before I fired. The fog underneath isn't too thick, and if I'm going to kill someone, I can shoot as long as I can see a rough humanoid shadow, and I don't have to wait for the gem to light up. ”

"Yes, it was the same just now. If you never think about popping the gems on the collar from the beginning, and only think about how to kill people directly, this game is over now. ”

"So why bother with the rules of the game? There is no need to break gems or anything, and it is superfluous to do tricks. ”

"Kill what you see."

She spoke in a low voice, like singing an aria without melody. There is no audience around, and it is difficult for the drone to get the sound too far, and only she can hear what she says, but she must say everything in her heart. Let the thoughts flow back into one's ears through words, as if self-hypnosis.

It's like a ritual. As she spoke, the smile on her face faded and was replaced by a completely grim face. At this moment, Nangong Qian, who realized that she was in danger, forcibly recalled her past self through such an action, which was the self that had killed people without blinking before she met Xiang Nanxing.

At this time, she didn't know, and she didn't want to think about it, in that room a kilometer away, Xiang Nanxing noticed the subtle changes in her standing posture. At this moment, a strong sense of uneasiness suddenly surged in his chest.

This feels like Nangong Qian has suddenly changed into a different person. He couldn't help but think. This is an indescribable feeling, in fact, even if Nangong Qian is placed in front of him at this time, he can't point out where the other party has changed. However, in his memory, he vaguely remembered that he had seen Nangong Qian like this once.

That's when the fight between him and the murderer "Spider" in fire ended. At that time, he fainted from exhaustion, and could only let the murderer who called himself Qiao'er slowly approach, about to take his life, and all he could do was let his instinct drive his hands and feet, and crawl towards the exit of the villa.

In a trance, he saw a man appear in the doorway. The man's body was unclear from the light, as if it were a harsh shadow against the bright background. He dimly saw the figure draw its bow, shoot the arrow, and then stand there and watch the "spider" struggle before dying. During the whole process, Xiang Nanxing didn't feel the slightest murderous aura from that person, only a calm indifference, as if he had completed an insignificant job.

That was Nangong Qian at that time, and it was also this Nangong Qian who appeared in the picture at this moment.

At this time, there was a sudden sound of chair rubbing behind him, Xiang Nanxing subconsciously turned his head, but saw that the masked man was pressing his hands on the armrests on both sides at this time, leaning forward, as if he wanted to stretch his neck to see what was happening in the picture. Even if you can't see his expression at this time through the thick mask, it is not difficult to see from his movements that this masked man, who has always been pampered and not shocked, is showing a strong interest in the scene happening in front of him at this time.

"She's putting down her baggage and she's going to kill someone." He asserted.

Strange emotions inexplicably arose in Xiang Nanxing's heart. On what basis do you draw conclusions? Do you know her with me? He wanted to refute it so fiercely, but the reality didn't even give him a chance to speak. At this moment, he heard Chris let out an exclamation, and when he turned around, Nangong Qian in the picture had already fallen down again, put her eyes on the eyepiece, held the gun with one hand, held the handle with the other, and hooked the trigger with the tip of her index finger.

In the next second, her body shook violently.

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