On the first day of waiting for guests, he drew three lines on his pistol with a drawing knife. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoOne is to increase the power of the pistol, one is to speed up the fire, and one is for aiming.

Matching a pattern was drawn on the resin glasses of the zombie, and he put the glasses on his own eyes.

Looking at the world through glasses, the only change is that there is a red dot that others can't see.

Zhao Jiayan shook the muzzle of the gun, and the red dot shook with it.

The red dot finally stopped at the middle of the back of the head of the strong man zombie lying on the edge of the crater.

Zhao Jiayan didn't need to try to know that if he shot himself at this time, the bullet would definitely hit the position of this red dot.

The next day, he sat on the ground and slowly swung the pattern drawing knife, simulating the eight patterns out of thin air. Each pattern has its own characteristics, and his movements have a certain characteristic accordingly. or as fast as fire, or as moist as water, or as heavy as a mountain, or as ......

In the early morning of the third day, Zhao Jiayan sorted out all the knowledge about tattoos in his mind and re-named tattoos his familiar name.

The general name is called Bagua Pattern. As the name suggests, the tattoo has too many functions, like a woman's gossip attributes.

At 1:14 p.m., he heard the tooth-aching creak of the deadbolt of the iron door.

The sound was very small, and it only rang twice and then there was no sound.

"It's really here, it's interesting."

Zhao Jiayan smiled faintly, stretched his legs forward to find a comfortable position and put them away, raised the pistol in his hand, and gestured in front of him.

Looking at the red dots painted with a certain pattern in the glasses, Zhao Jiayan smiled even more.

"Bagua Wen, this is the first battle since you have a new name, come on!"

Outside the door, there was a sound like a cold wind blowing through the stones on the ground, and the smile on Zhao Jiayan's face disappeared, and his eyes lit up slightly.

The red dots are drawing the lines of the Xun pattern, Xun is the wind, and the red dots are tacitly integrated with the cold wind blowing through the crack of the door.

"Bang bang" twice, two people kicked open two glass doors at the same time with two feet.

The glass door slammed open, and two black figures rushed into the hall like ghosts in the howling cold wind.

As soon as they crossed the glass door, one thin and one tall, the two figures were divided to the left and right, and the muzzle of the rifle turned to their side as they moved quickly. Fingers are lightly resting on the trigger, ready to shoot.

From the sudden opening of the door to the separation of the two sides of the search hall, it took the two of them less than a second.

Two gunshots rang out one after another from outside the glass door, knocking down the figure sitting in the crater, whose head moved slightly from time to time as if he was looking for something.

"Connoisseur!"

Zhao Jiayan praised in his heart, his mind was attracted by the two people who rushed in, and he didn't expect that there were people outside the door at all. And the people outside the door did not hesitate to shoot directly and hit the zombies that they had arranged in the crater.

He could see clearly that the glasses zombie, which was similar to his own size, had two black blood marks on his shoulders almost at the same time before he fell.

"If you violently destroy the target's ability to act, then you don't want to give the target a way out!"

The only little doubt in Zhao Jiayan's heart disappeared in these two shots.

In the three days he waited, Zhao Jiayan sometimes felt funny about his idea that "there are always Diao people who want to harm me", and occasionally felt that he was too sensitive.

These two shots told him that the idea that "there are always Diao people who want to harm me" is not that he is too sensitive.

"Accurate marksmanship without directly hitting the target in the head, this is to torture the target?"

Zhao Jiayan's eyes lit up, the muzzle of the gun in his hand moved slightly to the left, and the red dot in his glasses stopped on a blank space.

When he heard the crunch of the firing pin of the pistol hitting the primer of the bullet, the red dot in his glasses popped out of the right shoulder of the intruder on his side.

"Phew".

After a gunshot, a hole the size of a bowl appeared in the red spot on the thin man's body, and a puddle of blood spurted backwards with red or white scraps of minced meat.

in one shot.

It's just that the pistol with painted lines is too powerful, and the recoil is beyond Zhao Jiayan's expectations, and at the same time as hitting the target, the muzzle of the gun jumps upward, and the red dot jumps out of the range of the glasses, and he doesn't know where he flies.

This should knock off the second shot of the rifle in the thin man's hand, and there is no way to fire.

The thin man's fingers in the glasses turned white, and Zhao Jiayan shrank his head.

The tremendous force of the pistol bullet lifted the thin man, and part of the force extended along the stiff arm to the fingers on the trigger.

The rifle in the thin man's hand swept an upward hole on the wall behind Zhao Jiayan in a series of "click" sounds.

Zhao Jiayan's scalp was cold, and Tai Chi's heart shrank suddenly. One of the thin man's first bullets slammed into the wall behind him against his scalp.

"Almost finished."

Before his heart could regain his heartbeat, out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the muzzle of another intruder had turned to his side, and there was no red dot in his glasses, and he didn't know that he had jumped to that place with the muzzle of the gun.

"I can't play anymore, I'm going to fight hard."

He knew that with the individual quality of these two people, as long as the intruder on the other side fired, he would never be able to dodge.

If you count the one who appeared later outside the door, according to Chinese tradition, the last one to appear is the big boss, and the chance of survival will not exceed thirty percent.

Desperate has its own desperate style of play.

As soon as the heart was released, Zhao Jiayan no longer cared about the red dots, and drew a pattern on the muzzle of the gun in his hand, using the softness of the pattern to eliminate the recoil, and then the Xun pattern.

With Xunwen, he felt some kind of connection with the cold wind around the tall man, and a green wind in his brain outlined the outline of a human form. With a movement in his heart, he chose the position of the center of the humanoid eyebrows, controlled his hand with his mind, and shot the pistol directly at the tall one.

After the first shot, he drew a canon pattern on the muzzle of the gun again, followed by a Xun pattern, and fired a round at the thin man who had reached the highest point.

After the two shots, Zhao Jiayan's body rolled out on his side.

As he rolled, he saw only two red and white blood flowers bloom, and then heard a loud roar, "Bastard! ”

After rolling around, a series of gunshots rang out, and the gravel around him sprayed out.

"Gotta get out."

There is also a rolling method, and his body is in a ball, and he rolls out one after another along the lines of the wind pattern.

After a few rolls, he really rolled into the crater. He rolled down the crater again, ejecting the bespectacled zombie out of the crater and placing it on top of his head.

Rolling in a dashing manner, he stopped.

The gunfire stopped, and the hall fell silent.

"Bastard, asshole. How dare you, a monkey, kill my best brother. I, Tiehu, must torture you for the rest of your life, and you will never live or die! ”

In the shouting and scolding like the roar of an angry tiger, Zhao Jiayan heard the sound of changing magazines and the soft sound of bullets being loaded.

"Seems like a long time to change magazines in between?"