Chapter 3692 (1/2)

Although Gwen is immature as a mercenary in all aspects, for example, she is too thin skinned to ask for compensation, and she has no extreme self cooked social cow beer syndrome.

But at least she won't leave her weapon in the taxi.

So soon, everyone was armed with an assault rifle, and the death knell drew a line on the flesh and blood ground of Seth with its toes, indicating that this is the standard distance of 100 meters.

”Dada dada...”

Gwenshi opened fire first, and the rifle equipped with a silencer sent out not very beautiful music. Since she is a thorough student sister, naturally, she can't expect to have any shooting skills of professional shooter level, and she also relies on strafing to ”spray water” in battle.

But the fun of playing balloons is here. Pulling the trigger and seeing the balloon burst in the distance will give people a strange sense of satisfaction.

It doesn't matter if you don't shoot correctly. Anyway, happiness is over.

Gwen Shi rolled four magazines in a row before he finished shooting 100 balloons. The 100 meter hit rate is only about 70%, half as good as Wade's African shooting method..

”If the death shooter were here, I doubt he could blow up all the balloons with two shots.” Haley waited for the hanging to re hang the target and loaded the weapon a little rustily: ”when I was in the suicide team before, I saw him use the refraction and collision of two bullets to kill five people hiding behind the bunker.”

”The technique of dead shooting doesn't have to be said. He can understand the gun, but his upper limit of strength is just like that.”

Reach out to help the woman open the weapon insurance and adjust it to the crotch of continuous hair. Su Ming can also do this. Moreover, he only uses one bullet, not even a gun. He just uses the force to control the sharp bullet to fly:

”Sugar bean, please recall that among the powerful villains with names, who was killed by bullets? If you really need to kill God, it depends on the cold weapons.”

”Hee hee, as I said before, what he lacks is a good gun, and maybe some special bullets.”

With a pouting kiss, Haley picked up her assault rifle and began to fire. Unexpectedly, her shooting method was much better than Gwen's, and even her breath was unaffected:

”But he's so obsessed with money that he can't use special bullets. All the money he made in the past is saved for his daughter in the future. If he's hungry when he's on duty, he won't even buy a hot dog, let alone treat his team friends to dinner.”

With that, while firing, Haley turned her head and made a disgusting face at Su Ming, indicating that men are not very popular with the girls because they are stingy.

”He is a hired killer. Maybe one day he will be hired to kill your former teammates, so it's professional for him not to have personal emotional contact with you.” Su Ming nodded, not gossiping about other people's consumption ideas, but affirmed some of that person's ideas.

Haley put down her rifle, stood on tiptoe and craned her neck to see her shooting results. Without looking back, she smiled and said:

”If you can't shoot an acquaintance with a smile on your face, it only shows that he is not suitable for that industry. Psychologically, he is afraid of the existence of some small possibility, which can be said to be a manifestation of dementia caused by anxiety. Because no one with brains will hire such an honest man to kill his own relatives and friends.”

”That's right. Come on, Wanda, try ballooning, too?” The death knell handed the witch a few magazines and signaled her to try it, which was cleaner than pinching bubbles.

The witch who kept her eyes closed opened her eyes, because it was calm on the battlefield of spiritual confrontation, and Sison seemed to retreat.