"This thing is really fat, but unfortunately there is still no sniper rifle silencer!" Zi Feile sorted out the materials and was amazed in his mouth.

Four medical kits, a medical kit, eight bottles of drinks, two bottles of painkillers, and three sets of bandages. The most eye-catching is the third-class armor on the ground.

I have to say, fortunately, Zi Feile didn't think about holding a gun and his anus, otherwise the other party's third-level armor would be too variable.

It's a pity that the gun still only has one 98k. This gave Zi Feile the illusion that he was fighting a custom sniper battle.

Sgar made it clear that this was a regular qualifying match. If you win the game, you win your life, and if you lose the game, you quit your life.

Hearing the wind of the people, he didn't say a word, and went to his bag to get supplies. He doesn't bb anymore at this time, he just thinks that the word 'licking bag' is simply tailor-made for this behavior.

After a while, the licking bag was completed, Zi Feile glanced down, good guy, not even a bandage fell.

"You.—" he couldn't help but laugh.

"You don't understand." Wen Renfeng looked calm, and checked the third-level bag behind him.

"You have luck to regulate pranayama, so naturally you are not afraid of anything, but I am different."

"Maybe a spell that flies over at any time, a fireball, will make me immortal and crippled." After all, there is no blood bar, and it is a crispy skin itself.

Once seriously injured, it is basically equivalent to half of the body going to hell and the other half in heaven. Zi Feile has luck pranayama, and can even turn on luck pranayama when danger comes.

But Wen Renfeng asked himself that he didn't have this kind of magic skill.

"It doesn't cost anything to try, even if it's just a possibility, I have to fight for it." Hearing this, Zi Feile's heart was inexplicably heavy.

If that's the case, what about other 'average' players? You must know that Wen Renfeng is 'strong' enough, a special profession, a little black bear at the beginning, and the natal war pet is still a little gold with great potential.

Later, it was the man who got on Aquaman, which is basically the protagonist template for summoning players. But despite this, half of his feet still stepped into hell.

"Maybe the game is like this, maybe because I'm a traverser, and at the same time, I have a sense of crisis and inexplicable self-confidence." Zi Feile said silently in his heart.

He also has a sense of crisis, but more of a sense of crisis comes from 'finding trouble on his own'. Dare to plot the Apostles in Arad and serve as the base camp of the Dead Foundation in the Overworld.

Compared with players who are struggling on the line of life and death, Zi Feile is 'enjoying the game and enjoying the extraordinary.'

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"Let's go, Mr. Feng, I'm going to let you fill the package today!" Zi Feile assured.

"You've seen the attributes of the third-level armor, it's time for you to see the third-level helmet!"

"Level 3 helmet?" Wen Renfeng looked at the attributes of the third-level A, and was careful that the liver was fluttering wildly. If there is a third-level A and third-level head body, he has the ability to 'reduce percentage' like Xiang Zifeile, and he is still resident.

While the two were talking, there was a rush of footsteps outside the watchtower.

"Someone!" Smelling the wind reflexively, he wanted to lean against the wall, and the quilt was pulled by Feile. Under the guidance of Zi Feile, he leaned down, lay on the ground, and leaned against the window in a prostrate forward posture.

"In such a posture, it doesn't make too much noise." Wen Renfeng nodded as if he didn't understand, and he didn't know if he saw it clearly.

"Do you want to fight?" He even lip-wrenched and gestured. Zi Feile shook his head, leaned on the edge of the window, and clearly saw a figure swaying slightly behind the tree not far away.

To be precise, it's not the people you see, but the shadows on the ground. Found us? Zi Feile frowned, feeling that the situation was not quite right.

Soon, his brow furrowed. If you have luck and pranayama, don't you have any perceptual skills for others?

Besides, he has a real mask, and he doesn't have this god costume when he smells the wind, and it's not unusual to be perceived.

Zi Feile thought about it, looked at the figure with one eye, and stretched out his hand to Wen Renfeng, but said with a big grin in his mouth.

"Let me tell you, this kind of watchtower is simply a natural fort, that stupid dick just now still wanted to rush to the post, and he was blown up by my grenade and didn't even have a chance to return to blood!" Wen Renfeng was stunned for a moment, and immediately reacted.

He handed Sigar to Zifeile and said with a smooth mouth.

"Yes, yes, what the eldest brother said is, when this killing copy is released, I will definitely follow the eldest brother to mix well!" Sensible, young man!

Zi Feile smiled, put the gun in hand, and continued in his mouth.

"Let's just keep it, and see if we can kill another one later, although there are no grenades, but your brother and I are good marksmanship!" Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, the shaking shadow did not move.

Obviously, the other party was also thinking about Zi Feile's words. Hehe, sample, not lost in the lake? Zi Feile laughed secretly.

It's obviously two people talking, but there is only one person's breath in the perception, so I ask you if you're panicking! At the same time, the safe zone was quietly refreshed, and it just so happened that the place where the man was not the next safe zone.

Now he couldn't sit still. Do you want to retreat? Coincidentally, this person happens to be the one on the plane who said that he remembered Zifeile's breath.

He relied on his ability to sense breath, but after he spoke, he suddenly found that he couldn't determine which breath was Zifeile.

At that time, I didn't find the clues, but now I heard this familiar tone, coupled with the fact that there were obviously two people talking, but there was only one person's breath, so I naturally reacted.

It's the kid on the plane! There is no edge to the madness. Just as he was thinking about whether to take a detour, Zi Feile had quietly touched the door of the watchtower.

The watchtower has long been out of doors, and just now a grenade went down, and the window glass and door were all shattered.

"Throw a thunder!" Hearing the wind nodding in response, he immediately took out the grenade from his bag and pulled the pull ring. Katsa!

There was an extremely small sound, and the man behind the tree suddenly turned his head and ran away as if he had exploded. Apparently, he could hear it, and he had seen the power of the grenade.

Bang bang! Seeing this, Zifei picked up Sigar and pulled the trigger frantically. At such a close distance, Rao is a master of personal body strokes, and he can also be shot.

Burst! With a muffled sound, the man stumbled and turned around.

"I remember you!" He said this while opting out of the game in his mind. There's no need to use the evidence of the cowardly, he's already had enough points.

However, it is under this inconsistencies.... Syllable!!! An extremely crisp shot, with a hint of astonishment on his face.

Once used, the Coward's Pass immediately enters an invincible state, but exits the game with a teleportation time of a few tenths of a second.

"Dare to turn back?" On the second floor of the watchtower, he had a cold face when he heard the wind, holding a 98k, and the muzzle of the gun was slightly emitting white smoke.

"Handsome, Mr. Feng!" Zi Feile shouted excitedly. The joy of a headshot can be felt even by onlookers.

Rumble!!! The grenade that was thrown earlier exploded, as if it was responding to Zi Feile's words. 98k one-shot headshot, there is a second level head, and there should be a trace of blood.

It's a pity that just now, Zi Feile happened to hit him in the back with Sigar.