The successive astonishing actions of the heir of Pelos made the fat man a little confused. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 He watched as Papitt instantly filled six rounds and closed the chamber again.

After loading the bullets, Papitt started shooting again without stopping.

Bang bang bang!

In the blink of an eye, six red-clad frisbees fell from the sky. None of the six rounds missed. And Padett, who had done all this, began to change the bullets again as if he had nothing to do.

This time, the fat man deliberately did not obstruct Papit, but stared intently at the other party's two hands holding guns. But even so, he still didn't see all the movements. If it weren't for the fact that Papitt had changed the direction of the muzzle in order to aim. I'm afraid the fat man thought he only fired one shot.

Yes, Padet did shoot in bursts. It's just that the action was extremely fast, and all the bullets were poured out in an instant.

Six shots. In a very short period of time, Papitt did six consecutive sets of wrenching hammer and trigger pulls, while also changing the direction of aiming six times.

And the fat man judged that he only had time to shoot once during that time. At most, he dyed the first frisbee that Papitt was targeting. But in this way, the other five bullets in the chamber of Papitt must have been captured.

He couldn't get in the way.

The fat man wiped the sweat from his forehead. There was nothing he could do about it. Anyway, let's reduce as much as we can.

As a result, the fat man is no longer a threat. Papitt's efficiency of five frisbees with six bullets steadily improved.

After a few rounds of shooting, the exam came to an end. There are only a hundred frisbees left that have not yet appeared.

At this time, someone had already completed the required number of fifty.

It is the heir to a small man who has been playing well before. He jumped up excitedly the moment he reached the qualifying number, dropped his gun and announced that he would not shoot again.

What a friendly guy. Unlike Michelle, who stands in the center of the column. Judging by the Langton boy's hit rate, he had reached fifty long before the little man. But he didn't stop shooting.

There is no doubt that Michelle is reducing the probability of survival for others.

The denim girl on the far right has clearly hit her target as well. But she was still standing there, holding the gun in her hand to the frisbee in the air, not knowing what she was gesturing, and she could shoot again at any moment.

And more and more people are choosing to give up. In the face of a difficult mobile frisbee, there is nothing they can do. There were only six or seven people left in the field who were still standing and continuing to shoot.

Padit has been silently counting the number of frisbees in her mind. Now he's hit forty-eight frisbees, just two short of his goal of fifty. And he had forty bullets left.

It's not easy to hit two frisbees with these forty bullets?

Padpitt thought of this and was relieved. Continued to reload six bullets, firing six shots in rapid succession as before.

It's all hits again. Except that the first frisbee was dyed green by the fat man. The significant number is five. With the addition of these five frisbees, Papitt's effective frisbees have reached fifty-three, reaching the passing number. It seems that it is time to stop.

Papitt placed the gun in his hand upright on his chest and blew the still smoking muzzle with his mouth. It's the end of the exam.

Wait a minute. What is that!

In the field of vision, the five frisbees that Padit shot down just now were falling. But there's not a hint of red on it.

But Papitt did hit them.

Bullets have ghosts!

Papitt quickly crouched down and checked the supply of bullets.

Sure enough, of the remaining thirty-four bullets, most of them were empty bullets without red paint.

Of these, there were only two real paintbombs.

Papitt only had forty-eight frisbees. That is, both bullets must hit in full. He's going to be qualified.

A sly smile appeared at the corner of the fat man's mouth.

They deliberately concentrated the empty ammunition at the bottom of the box, hoping for a surprise. If there are too many ineffective bullets in the front, by the time you find the empty bullets in the back, you will be far from catching up with the passing number.

There will be empty bombs...... Papitt thinks that even if he finds Char Knight, he will only be prevaricated by various reasons as he did just now. By the time the matter is settled, the exam will be over long ago.

This time, it seems that it will have to solve it on its own.

When Papitt thought about it, the task was actually very simple. It is necessary to hit two frisbees with the only two bullets under the interference of the fat man.

It doesn't seem to be a difficult task.

Papitt opened the chamber and loaded the empty bullets one by one, mixed with a paintball in it.

In that case, it makes you wonder where the paintball is.

A new burst of fire began.

The fat man watched as a red-stained frisbee appeared in the air. What's going on? Obviously, the rest of his ammunition is empty...... Looking at it this way, it should be a few paintballs mixed in the last forty bullets.

The fat man was also counting the number of Padett's frisbees, knowing that he had one last one to qualify. This made it difficult for the fat man. Who is so careless! It is these paintballs that can give the heir of Pelos a qualified hope.

But now, he couldn't tell which bullet was paintball from the six directions that Papitt was aiming at.

Padit reloaded six more bullets. If nothing else, it was his last shot.

He fired.

Another frisbee was dyed red, and that was the last bullet Papitt hit.

The fat man didn't give up, and shot the frisbee the moment it turned red.

Papitt had been prepared for this. As soon as his bullets were fired, he fired several more empty bullets.

Boom. The empty bullet hit the top half of the frisbee, causing it to accelerate downward.

This caused the fat man's bullet to miss.

Watch the red frisbee fall steadily. Papitt breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that no one can stop him from qualifying.

But at this moment, the two colors of blue and black suddenly burst in front of the frisbee.

Papitt was taken aback, and then saw the frisbee fall to the ground.

It's still red.

What happened in the moment just now.

Papitt looked to the right, confused.

Michelle and the only lady were staring at each other hostilely.

Blue and black are the colors of their bullets.

It seems that Michelle just caught the red frisbee and fired a blue bullet at it. But his bullet was intercepted and hit by Miss's black bullet halfway through, which exploded in front of the frisbee in two colors.

Hit someone else's bullet in mid-air...... Papitt asked himself if he couldn't reach this level, maybe the spear god could.

In any case, Papitt would have to thank the young lady for reaching out, if it weren't for her, she would have become the sinner of Pelos through the ages.

He cast a grateful look at her. The two looked at each other.

Miss Denim gave him a thumbs up. That means "well done" in the gunman, and it seems that she has been keeping an eye on the guy who has been subjected to the same injustice as her. And saw Padett's superb burst shooting skills.

Beauty cherishes heroes. She helped him, and that's it.

With the landing of the last frisbee, the first round of exams came to an end.

Soon, the parchment with the results of the heirs was hung up.

Michelle Langton of the Langton Family: Eighty

Nolan Clemme: Sixty-five

Richard Roddy, Richard Family: Fifty

Papitt Pelos of the Pelos Family: Fifty

......

Bathed in the cheers of the audience, Michelle was pleased with his results. There is no doubt that he has the best results in the competition.

Nolan, who came in second, was obviously the name of the denim lady. Sixty-five is not as good as Michelle, but it is definitely an admirable achievement.

It turns out that she is the heir of the Claim family, no wonder she will be targeted. Papitt was relieved. You know, Claymes are a family that enjoys the same regional autonomy as Pelos. It's just that it is far inferior to Pelos in terms of economic strength and security, and it is not valued by the royal family.

And such a Clemmy was able to cultivate such an outstanding heir, which also impressed the Oude nobles present.

Nolan lowered his cowboy hat, seemingly reluctant to be exposed to everyone's gaze. Taking advantage of everyone's inattention, she hurriedly closed the box with thirty-four bullets in front of her with one hand......

The third little man, Richard, is a country nobleman not far from Oude. The crowd didn't seem to be interested in him.

Papit, who finished fourth, had no one cheering him on. The people of Oude know what it means for him to be qualified.

In the end, out of the twenty-one heirs, only these four qualified. This is a record low for all succession exams. But don't forget, this is only the first round of exams.

But no matter what, Papitt passed the first round of exams after all.

Fatty, Michelle, Char, and even the queen and prime minister in the stands, Cavihill, were all pale.

I didn't expect that after setting up so many obstacles, the heir of the Pelos family was still qualified.

It's the equivalent of slapping them in the face.

The saddest of them all is the fat gunman who interferes next to Papitt. I don't know what kind of inhuman punishment he will receive after this exam.

He even wanted to run away now.

If someone is worried, someone must rejoice. For example, anthralis in the stands.

She was trying to control herself from shouting excitedly. But then, she saw a frowning Jussy.

"What's wrong with you? Padpitt qualified, you should be happy. ”

"I'm happy for Papitt, too, but—" Jusis stretched out a large hand in front of Anthrite.

There was a gem on it, and it was dull in color.

"Marella is in danger. ”