"To become a strong man, this is the pursuit engraved at the bottom of the DNA, every man has had the ambition to become the strongest in the world, but he was forced by various pressures and had to give up, but even if he gave up, it will not change the pursuit of 'strong' in their hearts!"

……

Looking at George Augustus, who performed the unfolding of the light wings in the talk show, Feng Xue was embarrassed and wanted to snap her toes on the ground, although having said that, the effect of this interview was really good, not only increased the network support rate to a height of 7%, but also made the identity of Augustus receive dozens of endorsement advertisements.

And Constantine's "George's Shield" propaganda has also been revised in a very short time, and now in any high-end arms store, you can see Augustus's very strong aura, as well as the sentence that has begun to be widely spread in major gyms and boxing gyms-

"Purity, too low."

"Sure enough, the same line will be different when different people say it, which makes an ordinary person, or even an athlete, seem a little second-in-class, but when a person who has completed the flesh mecha says it, it becomes extremely impactful, well, it will be used next time."

Feng Xue added a few more strokes to her "Strange Tales Shaping Manual" and began to turn her attention back to her current identity.

One person playing multiple roles will inevitably encounter the situation of being too deep in the play, but fortunately, the practice of internal strength has made him have made certain achievements in the cultivation of his state of mind, and with a short period of meditation, his spirit has become pure again.

After completing the spiritual construction again, Feng Xue carefully fine-tuned her facial features in the mirror, and changed her clothes from the inside to the outside to ensure that there was no overlap from temperament to markers, and then she broke away from the apartment and followed the navigation to the No. 42 lawless zone.

"Ladies and gentlemen, good evening, after nearly two weeks of ghost games, I believe it is enough to prove that there are no ghosts in this world at all, so today we return to our original intention......"

[God's proof of meow, it is because of your live broadcast that I believe that there are ghosts in this world! ] 】

[Yes, two weeks ago, I was a materialist.] 】

[What kind of live broadcast are you, do you know that you are harmful? ] 】

……

Looking at the barrage as spirited as ever, the Burlit anchor, who had the hardest mouth on the whole network, showed a smile, and then passed through the passage symbolizing the "door" and entered the lawless zone.

As an old viewer in the live broadcast room, I have long been accustomed to the anchor's style, during this time, in addition to "learning" the ghost-hitting tricks taught by the anchor every day, it is to see how the anchor avoids death in unexpected ways.

Speaking of which, sometimes they all think that the white ghost hand is quite pitiful, and they will actually meet such a brother who thinks his life is so hard.

It's just that just when everyone was still waiting for the "prelude" to pass, they suddenly saw a barrage suddenly flash-

[Anchor, run! ] Crown! 】

Crown? What happened to the top of the head?

Just when most of the audience was inexplicable and switched to holographic mode to check, there was a crisp snap, and a flower pot happened to fall behind the anchor.

The anchor looked at the torn flower pots on the ground, raised his head to look up at the sky, and after a short silence, he suddenly scolded:

"Where's the [beep-!] [Esgra Vulgar Mouth]! [Esgra Vulgar Mouth]! ”

A series of extremely high rebukes echoed at the entrance of the inability to bring it, and many passers-by couldn't help but turn their heads, but it was impossible to bring this kind of place, and the emphasis was on a can't, with the unbearable scolding of the Burlit anchor, a group of big-shouldered and round-waisted, vicious-looking guys poured out of the building of the falling object from the sky, and surrounded Burlett-

"Just you little [beep--] cub scolding the street here? Don't ask whose territory this is? ”

"If you want to fight, you can fight, what nonsense?" Burlitt flew up and kicked the thugs into the air, kicking off the 1v10 battle, which was supposed to be a very ornamental group fight, but the audience's attention was completely off.

Because with the explanation of the audience who saw the overall situation before, they knew very well that the flower pot before was pushed down by the white ghost!

Other words......

[That ghost hand has realized that it is impossible to kill the anchor directly, so has it started to do it indirectly? ] 】

There were disturbing discussions in the barrage, but Feng Xue had already started an unlimited fight with the gangsters.

Unlike Augustus, who is a tough guy in an action movie, Burlitt's fighting style is extremely "street", almost picking up and using anything he sees, what cleaning robots pass by, what cement piles are inserted on the side of the road, what canopy above the signboard.

If Augustus' way of fighting is Schwarzenegger, then Bethle is Jackie Chan.

However, if you think about it carefully, you will find that there is a trace of scary thought hidden in the battle of Burlit.

Because this product can actually break off the cement pile used to block the car on the road and use it as a stick!

It's not just cement, it's made of steel! But this thing is like breaking a corn cob, and then you can break two of them, knock them over and throw them away, and then pick up a flying car as a brick.

The entire No. 42 lawless zone became a chicken and dog jumping in a blink of an eye, with cement piles flying around, dilapidated vehicles, and scattered facades, in just ten minutes, Feng Xue's back changed from a dozen people to hundreds of people, from eating to sticks, to holding guns.

[There's something about this anchor! I think he's almost in time for that mayoral candidacy! 】

[What do you say, look carefully, there is a ghost behind this anchor! ] 】

[, there are really ghosts! That hand! 】

At the same time that Feng Xue smashed three gunmen with a locomotive, the pale ghost hand once again appeared in the audience's field of vision, it was holding a cement pile that Burlit had broken down before, and while Burlit was dodging the bullet, it slammed it down on the back of his head!

The audience didn't even have time to knock on a barrage of "anchor danger", but at the moment when the cement pile was about to make intimate contact with the anchor's brain, blood splashed together with the brain, and even had an electronic eye connected to the line.

It's just that this brain and blood don't belong to the anchor.

It's the gangster who originally confronted the anchor head-on.

What about the anchors?

Almost at the same time as this idea came to mind, the viewers, who had already been trained by Burlitt's live broadcast, subconsciously pressed the split-screen replay button, and on the split-screen, everything that happened a few seconds ago was broadcast again.

As the ghost picked up the cement stake, Burlit was knocked back half a step by a thug with a prosthetic body of the "Gorilla Arm", and then stepped on a broken bat.

Like a coincidence in a funny movie, the anchor's body suddenly fell backwards, and the gangster who stepped forward to try to chase was accidentally shot in the head by the ghost hand.

[What kind of dog luck is this?! 】

Originally, I wrote a chapter of blade-style interviews, but then I felt that it was too second-class, so I deleted it...... So this chapter is late.

Why don't snipers use fully automatic ......

I really can't figure out how anyone could ask such a question.

First of all, you need to know what a sniper does, people kill high-value targets hundreds of kilometers away.

At distances of more than a kilometer, the muzzle of the gun can be slightly shaken, and the bullet can deflect dozens of meters, which means that sniping is not fully automatic unless you can completely eliminate the recoil.

Even if you have a steady hand, and the muzzle of the gun jumps slightly by 0.5 mm, your bullet may be deflected by tens of meters, otherwise why do you think snipers should be equipped with observers? Because the scope deviated from the target by tens of meters, he couldn't even find the target with the scope without the help of the observer to report the point.

So if you set the gun to be fully automatic, except for the first shot you aimed, the rest can hit within 10 meters of the target, which means that you are the chosen one.

Again, this does not take into account the wind direction, wind speed and target movement.

The protagonist takes a light machine gun to shoot thousands of meters is he trying to cheat with a magic lock, how can a sniper be fully automatic? If you give him a fully automatic one, he still has to adjust to a single shot to aim and hit, at least he may hit if he aims, but he won't hit at all if he doesn't aim, you know?

Not to mention the protagonist, if you put a fixed target there, no sniper dares to say that he can hit it fully automatically.

After all, that thing is just a gun, and what it shoots out is only bullets, not a miniature missile loaded with some kind of black technology fuel.

(End of chapter)