An Ningning has begun to become angry in recent days.

There is no other reason, just because she has been on the set for several days, more than a dozen days a day, and all the guns are possessed.

There's no way, since it's a gun, you have to shoot bullets, otherwise it's rebellion!

The words of Big Brother Eightfold Mirror are still ringing in my ears.

She resigned herself to overcoming the strange feeling, and tried her best to attach her consciousness to the gun she was in, whether it was the big brother of the magnifier, or the grip that improves stability and reduced recoil, or the "grasshopper" colleagues on the "same gun" such as silencers and flame suppressors, etc., they were all carefully pointing her out, telling her how to dodge and snipe, or how to adjust the original trajectory of her current gun to press the gun, or how many seconds in advance to fire can accurately predict the hit of the enemy.

In the dry experience that everyone has selflessly dedicated themselves to the set countless times, according to the operations of different masters and their own consciousness, An Ningning, who can't wait to take a small notebook and write it all down, actually memorizes it all by rote, has to say that his consciousness has also improved greatly, and of course he also knows a lot of complaints from their respective positions.

For example, the M416 assault rifle, which is common to countless accessories, is actually a good thing, and it is the most troublesome. After being crowned with the title of the strongest rifle, it is almost heavenly, and all guns have the most accessories for it, whether it is the scope or the butt, whether it is the front silencer or the middle grip, there is nothing it doesn't want.

One by one, the accessories are cattle and horses under its control, and they dare not speak when they are angry, because the other party has spoken, "I want to take you to eat chickens, what are the dissatisfactions?" ”

In order to eat chickens, they endure.

After all, every season they also count on the set they participate in to be able to eat chicken, and then the higher the number of chicken games, the more they can receive the little red tweed under the fairness of the chicken league.

That's honor.

And then there's the AWM sniper rifle, which has been criticized by countless motorcycles, bouncing cars, cars, and off-road vehicles – airdrops that only fall from the sky.

They really don't want to talk about it anymore.

Every airdrop is a war.

Seeing the plane flying over the sky, at least several cars from the entire continent followed suit, and then as the airdropped supplies landed on the ground, the blazing and fierce competition began to kick off.

All kinds of gunshots rang out from afar, from near, hiding on the second floor of the house, lying on the side of the grass and trees, one after another.

What a thrill.

Because there are still many people in ambush, the owner who robbed the material should leave quickly, and those who didn't grab it had to leave quickly, and of course, there were those who wanted to eat black.

Whether the masters can live or not, they must not live.

Why?

Because they're natural explosives!

As long as it is blown up, maybe several people around it or in the car will die, and such a large object, you can't expect other humans to be blind.

Although less than a minute after being blown up, they are another good guy who refreshed on the set.

But it hurts.

It's no wonder that AWM and M249 are the goblins who die and come alive every day.

In fact, there are many more...... Like this kind of ...... who don't like each other's eyes

An Ning Ning also knew for the first time that the love-hate entanglement on this continent turned out to be so hot and profound.

It's just that these are not the places where she is distressed for the time being, and they are not even the places where the accessories complain about her.

As I said before, although her combat consciousness has improved, everything is still just on paper, after all, she has no way to erase all her subjective consciousness to completely relax and let her master call the shots.

She can only control her influence to active regulation - that is, those dry goods - which will only make the humans who get her more powerful.

Of course, all this is only on the premise of assuming that she does it and controls it.

"I'm out of bullets again, what kind teammate can save it."

In the game, the voice after opening the microphone seems cautious and pitiful. After all, now that we have reached the finals, there are wild fields all around, and there are no supplies to sweep, so we can only rely on my teammates to help.

“…… Number 4? You're out of bullets again? From the disbelieving voice of the other No. 3 teammates, "Didn't everyone give you some more just now?" A total of 240 rounds of ammunition, one gun, how many people have you killed? ”

“…… Well. Number Four wanted to pretend to be light-hearted, but still, he paused and said honestly, "...... Alone. ”

“……”

"You better stop fighting, you just follow us secretly, which of us falls, you help your teammates, be a medical soldier quietly, don't harm the bullets."

“……”

"I swear, I'm not the kind of person who is crazy and spoiled!" Number Four wept bitterly, "Give me some bullets." ”

"It's not madness to kill a person with eight boxes of bullets, then there is no one......

Hearing the human conversation, all the accessories turned to look at An Ningning in unison.

Yes, which gun used 240 rounds of ammunition and didn't kill anyone, or relied on the output of other teammates' guns to kill people, it's really shameless......

The little angel couldn't bear to look at this.

Instead, he looked at his master with a sympathetic look at the suffering of his teammates, and cried and swore that he was really not at this level.

In the face of all the unanimous condemnation of the eyes, this kind of thing has happened too much, and An Ningning, who has no face and no skin, said without emotion, "This is really a beautiful misunderstanding. ”

"......" The accessories shook their heads in unison, they didn't feel beautiful at all.

"At least I'm still able to shoot bullets neatly, which is a lot of progress, isn't it?" She didn't care in the slightest, and continued to nod her head encouragingly.

The little angel thought about it and nodded approvingly.

"Ning Ning is always optimistic, so it's good."

“……”

"Thank you, little angel. Actually, you don't have to say this. ”

……

The morning air is still cool.

The little fat man chopped his feet and sighed, while queuing up at the breakfast shop in the community to buy steaming soy milk and buns, he looked up at a certain household on the sixteenth floor opposite, where the curtains were still tightly drawn.

"Hey, yours."

The old man collected the money and handed him the food, he thanked him, and hurriedly walked to the building.

I opened the door with the spare key I was given, and I thought that the people in the room should still be sleeping, but I could hear the sound of the keyboard very clearly.

He tilted his head.

The teenager has already started his daily training in front of the computer desk in the corner of the living room.

"You're here." Suning glanced back, "Is there something wrong?" ”

"Well, Brother Ning, I brought you some breakfast."

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