Ying Yuanba pulled the trigger without hesitation, and started a burst of fire in the sad expression of the staff, and the dazzling bright yellow light bullets poured freely, and the rain of bullets completely covered the face of the staff man, making him scream in pain and writhe his limbs non-stop.

"Oh oh Ying director!"

Ying Yuanba was unmoved, not even looking at the screamer on his side, moving the gun up and down with one hand to shoot, and began to shoot angrily at the vulnerable parts of the staff except for the face: temples, ear holes, Adam's apple, left chest, lower abdomen, and indescribables.

While shooting, the old man Scarface explained to the contestants: "A special competition gun, unlimited severe pain bullets, and it won't hurt anywhere if it's hit, it's just very painful." ”

"Pain, pain, pain! It hurts, Director Ying! ”

"As you can see, the pain is real, and there is no cutting corners.

A bullet can only destroy one balloon, and will disappear at the same time as the balloon when it hits. ”

"Oh oh oh Ying director!"

"Shut up! Lao Tzu didn't you, do you want to die so loudly! Ying Yuanba was furious, and aimed at the staff's mouth in another wave of shots.

"You don't need goggles and other protective gear, it definitely doesn't hurt, but it definitely hurts, and you definitely don't want your girlfriend to feel the sharp pain. Alright, girls, stand in the boxes on the ground according to the player number and get ready to face your boyfriend's gun! ”

Ying Yuanba fired a gun into the sky, and a long row of squares surrounded by bright white light immediately appeared on the ground, less than a square meter in size, and a layer of pale green light film separated between the squares.

As soon as the participating "girls", including Qin Xin, stood in the box, floating colorful balloons appeared around them, ranging in size from sugar oranges to pomelo, red orange, blue and green, floating slowly around the girls.

Qin Xin stretched out his finger and passed through the yellow balloon the size of a willow orange, it was not an entity, but a virtual light and shadow, which was the same as the essence of the severe pain light bullet.

He moved his head, and the small balloons floating around his head were in a state of confusion, as if washed by a rapids.

"If you don't want to hit someone, it's quite difficult." Qin Xin pondered.

Zuo Ling, who was thirty meters away and was picking up a firearm, saw his thoughtful look and made a reassuring gesture to him from afar.

When most of the male players picked out the guns they wanted to use and stood in the shooting area, Ying Yuanba clapped his hands heavily, and the huge thunderous sound attracted everyone's attention.

"There are five types of balloons around each girl, ten of each, from small to large, each of which is 50 points, 40 points, 30 points, 20 points and 10 points.

As with all men's games, there can only be one winner in this shoot, so I'm announcing a supplementary rule!

See the light curtain separating the boxes where the girls are standing?

Once you shoot all the balloons on your girlfriend, the pain bullets fired by your guns will turn into red aggressive bullets that can penetrate the light curtain, that is, you can shoot someone else's girlfriend when you finish shooting your own girlfriend!

What are you waiting for! Boys, fire!

Listen straight, girls, let's wait and see if they break up because he just wants to win and doesn't care about you, shoots too many times, or because he makes too many other girls scream! Hahaha! The old man's bold and happy smile resounded in the night sky.

"Director Ying, the selection of the best couple of the Kumabari Festival is a romantic and warm traditional event aimed at enhancing the relationship between couples......"

"Shut up!" biu！ biu！ biu！ biu！ biu！

"Oh oh Ying director!"

"Win." The girl with two ponytails standing next to Qin Xin confidently raised her fist to cheer herself up, and her boyfriend, who was thirty meters away from her, had already picked out her gun.

The man in the wide-brimmed cowboy hat winked at his girlfriend and shook his shoulders exaggeratedly towards the shooting zone.

The man's sharp eyes, tough silhouette, confident and casual smile, and the relaxed footsteps of the first to walk to the shooting area made him the focus of the audience.

Nervousness ensuing? No, he's used to being in the limelight.

The cowboy hat man tilted his head and inhaled deeply, as if to vacuum his surroundings, and something was boiling under his closed eyelids. If it is at the scene of the national-level college student shooting competition, this iconic eye-closing and inhaling action has set off bursts of wild cheers.

Storm Wind Eye He is near, one of the few first-class shooters in the competitive shooting world of Imperial Universities.

Is the most important thing for a shooter is talent or passion?

He Jiajin never knew, because his enthusiasm for shooting was comparable to his talent for shooting.

Shoot until the afterglow of the sunset dissipates, shoot until the practice field is empty late at night, until your hands twitch and your eyeballs are about to split...... Even a male high school student at a closed boarding school could not have been more enthusiastic about shooting than he was.

He Jiajin opened his eyes, and the chaotic purple-white electric light burst out from the pupils, and the strong wind pressure surrounded his head, as his back and neck slowly straightened, the terrifying purple-white electric light in his eyes unfolded like a chaotic snake, crackling.

The wind pressure caused by the power of the butterfly blows out on both sides, creating a calm shooting channel.

The severe pain bullet was not affected by the wind, but He Jiajin couldn't bear the slightest breeze interfering with his perfect posture of holding the gun.

Two retro cavalry-style revolvers swirl in the palm of his hand — an informal game, some fancy spices are also necessary, especially in front of his girlfriend — and no one saw when he pulled the trigger and stopped spinning, and the bullet was out of the muzzle.

The bright yellow bullet silently passed through a distance of thirty meters, like a fierce hound burrowing into the floating and swimming colored balloons, almost grazing his girlfriend's neck and shooting behind her ear, hitting a blue balloon the size of sugar orange without missing anything!

Fifty!

He Jiajin's two guns continued to shoot for a moment, and in the blink of an eye, several balloons were shot and disappeared, and the flying bullets caused "ripples" in the balloon group, and the colorful balloons continued to disappear like foam.

"Ahh He Jiajin shouted feverishly in his heart, "Shot!" Shot! Shot again! Victory, victory, victory is imminent! ”

Why do I love to shoot so much, because the thrill of shooting at the target and winning is more than 100 million times stronger than self-desecration and girlfriend!

He Jiajin gasped excitedly, let me set off a rainstorm frenzy of bullets!

Then he heard a cold voice.

"Get out of the way, this is a shooting area, not a garbage dumping area."

The named onlookers staggered away as if they had been shot, revealing a huge cannon that was pitch black and wild, and the proud figure behind the war beast.

Zuo Ling lifted the hand-held rapid-fire cannon, his slender hands showed amazing strength, and the six-barreled muzzle was endless and murderous.

"Stand firm, monkey."

The drive motor was activated at full strength, and the six barrels rotated rapidly, and the rate of fire of 7,000 rounds per minute was sent to Qin Xin, and a torrent of bright yellow light bullets instantly struck Qin Xin's body.

Qin Xin's gaze was somehow a little dull, and he gasped when he stayed on the figure of Zuo Ling's hand firing the machine gun at speed.

"You look so beautiful." He couldn't help but admire, and then he was swallowed up by the frenzy of bright yellow light bullets.

The roaring torrent of light bombs swept up and down, violently sweeping away all the balloons around Qin Xin's body, and a buzz came from the machine gun in Zuo Ling's hand, and the bullets fired turned into a dazzling and aggressive bright red, and the dazzling light of the blood-colored torrent illuminated the frightened face of He Jiajin, who had stopped shooting on the side.

"How...... How can it be, it's your boyfriend on the other side! ”

"Worry about your own girlfriend, trash."

The afterglow in the corner of Zuo Ling's eyes did not disdain to stay on He Jiajin, who was on the verge of collapse, she looked straight ahead, the six-barreled rapid-fire machine gun swept violently, and the torrent of blood-red invasion bullets poured mercilessly towards those stunned girls, and the female voices that were distorted in pain for a moment screamed one after another, and the girls who participated in the competition staggered and staggered, and their skirts fluttered around, like residual loads in a rainstorm.

The roaring bullets ignored the coquettish cries of the warbler and Yanyan, and it was not until all the balloons were eliminated that the ruthless slaughterer lowered the huge black and hideous firearm:

"What's next?"

Ying Yuanba, who was slightly stunned, slowed down for half a beat before replying: "Fishing for goldfish in the angry sea." ”

Zuo Ling casually threw the rapid-fire cannon aside, and the heavy object fell to the ground, stirring up a cloud of smoke and dust.

"I'm looking forward to it."