The exploding head gradually felt his limbs become heavy, but he cared more about the wounded pride than the physical pain.

A dignified seven-foot man can't outrun a chick who looks so thin.

The length of the ship was much longer than most people think, so they ran through the passage for several minutes.

And in these few minutes, the running endurance of the explosive head was emptied, and he gradually lost his physical strength and slowed down.

Mirmis took the opportunity to widen the distance between the two, and the blast head could only watch as Mirmis's figure disappeared around the corner.

The exploding head was panting against the wall, the sweat on his face was pouring out wildly, although he was unwilling, but it was still beyond his strength.

After a dozen seconds of rest, the blast head continued to chase forward, but when he ran through the corner, he was stunned.

Mirmis, who should have been stuck in a dead end with no way out, had vanished, and now there was nothing but a white wall in front of the blast head.

The blast head's eyes widened in disbelief, and when he looked left and right, there seemed to be no one else in this place but him.

The exploding head tried to think about all kinds of possibilities, and even touched the wall with his hands, groping little by little.

Maybe that chick is a ninja or something, and now it's disguised as a wall with cloth.

I'm afraid that the blasting head would not have guessed when he thought of the explosion of his mind, Mirmis himself, hanging on the outer wall of the ship at this time.

Mirmis clasped the frame of the window with her hand, strong enough to make sure she wouldn't let go and fall.

The slightest swaying of the waves against the hull of the boat did not shake Mirmis, but she admits that this method is very dangerous, after all, if she accidentally falls into the water, she will be disqualified.

And as Mirmis looked up, she found a brush by the window that had been secured overboard by wire.

Why is there a brush in such a place?

No one knows the answer, but Mirmis thinks the most plausible speculation at the moment is that this is also a prop specially prepared by the organizers.

However, it is only a brush, lacking paint, and cannot be used as a weapon, at best, it only adds a bit of elegance to the person holding it.

It's better to have no use than nothing, and Mirmis took the brush and put it in his pocket.

The exploding head touched the wall for a long time, feeling like a psychopath, and in a depressed mood, he came to the window to enjoy the scenery.

It's also strange why only this one window is open in such a long corridor?

The blast head didn't think much of it, just approached the window.

Just as he was about to stick his head out of the window and breathe in the fresh sea air, he happened to see Mirmis quietly poking his head out of the window.

"Wow, aa

The blast head was startled by this sudden scene, and several consecutive steps back caused him to crash directly into the wall.

It was as if the window was the screen of the television, and Mirmis was the hateful Sadako.

At this moment, the exploding head suddenly remembered that he was not the powerless hero of a horror movie, he had a "gun" in his hand.

Thinking of this, the explosive head has a lot of confidence.

He's not a prey, he's a hunter.

He quickly raised the special water gun with both hands, aiming it at the eye of Mirmis, who was about to jump out of the window.

As long as the other party's eyes are blurred, his odds of winning will be greatly improved.

The blasting head pulled the trigger, and paint bullets shot out of the muzzle of the gun, flying straight towards Mirmis.

I saw that Mirmis slashed his right hand with a range, and the paint bullet that was still in the air just now suddenly disappeared, as if it had fallen into a spatial crack.

The blast head watched the scene in amazement, unable to make a sound.

In the next second, Mirmis quickly approached the exploding head with the help of the force of his foot on the window frame.

The exploding head subconsciously raised his hand to protect his head, and it was this action that allowed Mirmis to succeed.

The blast head froze for a few seconds, and he felt that his right arm seemed to be getting heavier.

He checked his right hand, and sure enough, the green area had been painted with red dye, and according to the rules, he was now out.

The blast head was depressed, his head was covered in fog, and he couldn't even think of how Mirmis had left the graffiti on his hand.

Exploding Head asked irritably, "Hey, how did you knock me out?" You don't even have a weapon, and you've been running away until now. ”

Mirmis turned, revealing a brush stained with red dye.

The blast head suddenly raised the special water gun in his hand, which contained a red paint bullet.

The blast head looked at Mirmis with some admiration and said, "I see."

"There's a hand."

The exploding head shook his head in disappointment, he didn't expect his exit to come so quickly.

"White-haired chick, I'm optimistic about you!"

The blast head gave a big thumbs up and was heroically taken away by the rushing staff, and Mirmis was given a special water gun he had left behind.

"Remnants, 5 rounds."

Mirmis confirmed the number of paint bullets in the water gun, which is currently lacking, so the best solution is to kill with one hit and shoot directly into the green area of the other players to maximize the efficiency of the bullets.

After deciding on his next course of action, Mirmis jumped down the stairs on the second floor and made his way to the first floor.

Mirmis prioritized the small space below the stairs, which was best suited to ambush other players going up and down the stairs, but luckily he didn't encounter such a chicken thief.

Mirmis guessed that her starting point should be at the edge of the cruise ship, so she won't meet the contestants in the first place.

As she progressed deeper into the center, she encountered more and more fighters, but Mirmis, who already had a weapon, was naturally invincible, defeating many of them with ease, and gaining more weapons and ammo along the way.

Behind the box in the corner, Mirmis checked his current armament.

"The number of remnants is 27 rounds, and the maximum storage limit is 10 rounds. Two water balloons, a brush, and a roll of scotch tape. ”

About an hour and a half had passed since the match, and Mirmis had taken down a dozen fighters on the way, and had scavenged the fallen enemies and all the rooms along the way, but there was only so much to gain.

Resources are too scarce.

I don't know if it was the organizer's problem or just bad luck, but most of the rooms Mirmis passed by were as empty as wallets at the end of the month.

It's as if someone has scavenged all the resources before they do.

This anomaly made Mirmis feel a lot of doubts, but it didn't hurt, as long as she defeated all the players who came up one after the other, Mirmis was sure that she would eventually win the championship.

Mirmis continued on to the hall where the two rooms met, and from the other room came the cheese.

Cheese holds a special water gun the same size as Mirmis, but that's not the point, and Mirmis notices her clothes that aren't stained by any dye.

Either the cheese was too lucky, and there was not a single contestant along the way.

Either that, Cheese is far superior to the other fighters and ends the fight before the opponent has time to fight back.

Mirmis's expression became a little more serious, and the next battle would probably be much more difficult than the previous small fight.

Because of the paper bag, Mirmis couldn't see Cheese's expression, but she could clearly feel that Cheese's enthusiasm had risen a lot after seeing her.

The two had a very tacit understanding, and at the same time they clenched their guns, and without saying a word, they officially entered the battle.

Perhaps both of them know that dialogue is very powerless at such a moment, and only by relying on strength can the other party agree.

Mirmis prefers to play conservatively, hiding behind the post and watching the cheese move sideways.

Cheese was more aggressive, and she quickly burst into the hall, quickly closing the distance between her and Mirmis.

The green area of the cheese is located at the waist, and Mirmis sees the moment and shoots at her.

As if she had anticipated Mirmis's movements, Cheese dodged Mirmis's attack with incredible speed.

For a moment, Mirmis suspected that he had seen two cheeses.

Cheese is able to dodge every shot of Mirmis with precision, while counterattacking.

Although the speed of the water gun is less than one-tenth of that of a real firearm, ordinary people will hardly have such a fast reaction speed and the ability to keep up with such a reaction.

Mirmis's hunch was very accurate, and Cheese was indeed a tough opponent. Such a strong strength is also the source of cheese's self-confidence. If it weren't for Mirmis's involvement, the championship would have been almost a cheese bag.

Cheese is about to arrive at Mirmis's side, and it's almost impossible to shoot at close range to dodge.

As soon as Cheese got closer, Mirmis pulled out his brush and arced diagonally upwards, successfully leaving a visible graffiti on Cheese's chest.

After being hit, Cheese froze in place for a few seconds, seemingly unable to believe that she had been hit.

Cheese looked down at the conspicuous red mark, which was like a real scar engraved on Cheese's heart.

The cheese bag shook, and her body trembled, not scared, but surprised.

"Finally met!"

Cheese muttered words that Mirmis couldn't understand, but she visibly grew excited, and the water gun seemed to be in danger of falling apart under her unreasonable power.

Mirmis took a few steps back, slightly away from the enthusiastic cheese, and quietly raised the water gun in his hand, aiming it at the cheese's waist.

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from above.

"Attack that square head!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a rain of paint bullets poured in the direction of the cheese.

Cheese quickly rolled over and hid behind the pillar, but the incident happened so suddenly that it was inevitably hit by several paint bullets.

Cheese looked at these graffiti marks that exploded like flowers, and was very unhappy in his heart, and he stomped his feet in anger.

It's a shame to be successfully attacked by that group of villains!

At the handrail of the staircase on the second floor, several people came at some point, and they were very well armed, not only most of them were holding two water guns, but one of them was also holding a large water gun shaped like a Gatling, and they were shooting at the position of the pillar.

Mirmis would have been bombarded by their artillery fire if he showed his head slightly, and the other party didn't seem to intend to let them two go at all.

But at the moment of probe, Mirmis saw an "old acquaintance" standing behind them.