Wall has always been a rebellious character, which has something to do with the environment in which he grew up, in the slums of the big city, people with a docile personality can't live at all, if you want to live, you want to live better, and even have the strength to protect your family, then you must be unruly, you must behave crazy, only by making others afraid, you can not be harassed. 8.1 Zhong ≤≥≥.≈8≈1≤Z=≈.≈C≥OM

Wall was not born with such a character, it was the environment that forced him to change, but I don't know when he began to lose his true character, and the original disguised coat has replaced the real and become the real.

With a grin, he walked out of his hideout, AK47 in hand, and shot at the improvised shed.

Da-da-da!

The gunfire was crisp and accurate, and the pillars supporting the shed at the four corners were quickly broken, and then the bullets hit the stones and flew sparks.

It's just that the power of the bullet is limited, and it can't hit Li Wanru and the others who are hiding behind the boulder. As for Song Zheng, who was originally pretending to be sitting outside, when Wall appeared, he immediately hid behind the boulder.

"Pretending to be a failure!President!" Zhou Pan smiled and winked at Song Zheng.

Song Zheng angrily sprayed Wal: "There is a brain-dead who does not play cards according to the routine, and sure enough, the non-mainstream way of thinking is not something that normal people can guess." ”

The little fat man wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Bai Xin's mouth.

"Six people came. ”

Bai Xin pointed out the hiding places of those people one by one.

Song Zheng nodded: "It should have been manipulated by the game organizer." Maybe we'll get something good by promising to kill us. ”

"These people are all weak, kill them all?" Zhou Pan interjected.

Song Zheng thought for a while: "Don't expose your strength first, I always feel that it's not that simple." Bai Xin, you kill that non-mainstream and see their reactions. ”

The non-mainstream youth laughed and shot wildly, looking crazy, but none of the other five people came to help, obviously wanting to wait and see what kind of character Song Zheng and the others were.

Song Zheng asked Bai Xin to make a move, and he didn't intend to expose his strength, not only to confuse the five people in front of him, but more importantly, the planners behind this game.

He always felt that the real key was not in the people involved in the game.

At the command of the president. Bai Xin quietly lifted the muzzle of the gun from behind the boulder at an angle that could be shot, and he would not even show his head at all, and he could see the non-mainstream arrogantly standing on the beach with the refractive scope on the gun.

Real dish!

Bai Xin, who rarely despises outsiders, can't help but feel that his opponent is too weak, he is full of flaws, and he dares to stand on the beach without even sheltering around, even if the firepower is strong and can maintain continuous suppression, it is too imprudent.

It's not just his level, even if there is an experienced soldier in general, he can think of a way to kill the hip-hop youth without showing his head.

This kind of simple work is even more like looking at the lines for Bai Xin.

still thought about some miscellaneous things, and gave the hip-hop youth two seconds of warning time, but the other party had no awareness of the danger at all.

Bai Xin was a little interested. But the shooting was still merciless.

It's just an ordinary bullet, and he doesn't know how long it's been since he's fired like this.

The crisp snap sound, but magically muffled the clicking sound of AK47, so that all the participants of the game couldn't help but have a heartbeat.

Then the incessant gunfire of AK47 came to an abrupt end.

There was an extra bloody hole in the hip-hop youth's head, and he fell straight down on his back, and there was a hint of disbelief in his last eyes.

The death of the hip-hop youth shocked the hearts of the remaining five people, and their vigilance against outsiders became deeper, and they also had a higher evaluation of the strength of outsiders.

"Is aiming with a mirror that refracts light? This is not a skill that the average person can master. Could it be that the other party is the elite of the military? Navy 6 Squadron?" Owen, a black policeman, thought secretly, he had a colleague who had also served in Navy 6, and according to him, only the elite of the elite had such high skills.

The black cop had his own guesses and ideas, and the other four had their own guesses and ideas. Their speculations may be different, but they all have the same reaction, that is, to stand still.

The other party's marksmanship is beyond expectations, not only to find better opportunities, but also to dare to move casually, who knows if there will be bullets flying when they move.

The spectators, who were watching the game on the big screen, were already heckling.

Originally, they were very excited when they saw the hip-hop youth take the initiative to shoot, screaming and not caring about their identity in reality, especially when the hip-hop youth was suddenly killed, it reached the ** average.

But then, the situation instantly became silent, which made them very angry.

As people who serve powerful audiences, black narrators know exactly what to do and when.

So he immediately contacted the backstage control room through the headset on his ear, asking them to continue the battle no matter what they do, rather than stalemate there.

"Owen, your daughter's condition is deteriorating and she is on her way to the hospital, you know without our help......"

A mechanical female voice sounded in the headphones of a black policeman.

"I know how!"

The black policeman pulled out his headphones, slammed them to the ground, and scolded Farke. Look through the hideout and look at the movements of several other players.

He immediately saw that the other four people had also reacted, and they were no longer standing still. It immediately became clear that those people were also threatened by the game side just like themselves.

It had to be done, and he had no doubt that if he was late, the reward might be gone. Although it was said before that as long as you kill outsiders, you will get rewards. But does it count as a killing? He really doesn't believe in the game's discipline.

A cross was drawn on the chest.

Owen, the black policeman, jumped to the side, and the grenade ring he was holding in his hand had been dragged away, and he threw it hard, and the grenade flew behind the boulder where Song Zheng and the others were hiding.

"I'm sorry!" Owen threw out the grenade and immediately hid again, silently counting the time in his mind.

Boom!

The grenade exploded, but Owen's brow furrowed.

"No! The explosion was a second earlier!"

Taking out a mirror and using the light refraction to observe the situation of those outsiders, he was surprised that the explosion marks of the grenade were not behind the boulder, but exploded more than twenty meters away.