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Everyone is a good gun player among the recruits. They all know whether they can do what Lin Ling did just now.
On a battlefield filled with card models, it was already a miracle to be hit zero times. It is difficult to maintain a 100% hit rate, let alone maintain an astonishing accuracy of 100% like Lin Ling, which is almost inhuman performance.
Stackhouse's complexion is even uglier than that of ordinary recruits. He is a Caucasian, and his complexion is now a little green.
As one of the top recruits among gunners, on the battlefield just now, whether he was hit zero times or his critical hit rate was 100%, in his opinion, it was not the most important and terrifying thing.
What's really scary is Lin Ling's prediction!
Every excellent shooter must learn to predict, judge the location where the enemy may appear, determine the posture and angle of the enemy's appearance, and prepare in advance, which is an important factor in taking the first shot.
Stackhouse has always been very proud of his predictions. Even the master who taught him the gun, the top gunner in the top 50 federal shooters today, praised his predictions very much, and even praised him for being qualified to shoot. The gun king of the federal military launched a challenge.
Lin Ling's prediction completely destroyed his pride. Especially the moment when the hostage was shot dead and the hostage turned into a gangster, his self-confidence suffered a huge impact.
Many viewers suspected that the shot was a blind shot, but Stackhouse knew that the shot was a real shot. The shot was shot steadily without any hesitation, and it was full of decisiveness and confidence. gun!
It is this kind of powerful prediction. Encourage the ground to take the lead. This is the truly terrifying and deadly place.
Don't get shot. The critical hit rate is 100%. Stackhouse is confident he can do it too. But time. I'm afraid it will take more than six hundred seconds.
When both players are not hit. When the critical hit rate is 100%. Compared with the speed of time.
For the shooters. One second. No! Zero point and one second! It's life and death. The difference between heaven and hell.
Except for prediction. Lin Ling's speed in finding a passage. It also feels too amazing. From start to finish. She has never walked into a dead end by mistake. One hundred percent correct direction. It saves a lot of time.
A shooter. In a messy environment. Find the exact path. This is also an important assessment.
The elevator rose quickly and soon reached the top floor. Stackhouse took several deep breaths in succession, waiting for the door of destiny to open.
On the huge projection screen, the walls of high-rise buildings quickly changed their positions, and the stairs also changed their positions.
In order to be fair, each contestant's route is randomly generated by the program to prevent some people from having too strong backgrounds and leading to cheating.
Although, this possibility is almost zero due to competition among continental military districts.
However, the organizing committee still did not take it lightly.
The door opened slowly, and Stackhouse walked into the dark high-rise building with a back look like "the wind is rustling and the water is cold, and a strong man will never come back once he is gone."
Gunshot, hit the vital point!
Stackhouse, who entered the fighting state, completely forgot about Lin Lingdi's previous performance and devoted himself wholeheartedly to his own battle.
Andy stared at the projection with a hint of admiration in his eyes. This is the psychological quality that an ace shooter should have. No matter how difficult things are, use a gun! Blast everything to pieces! Until victory!
Many spectators in the stands became nervous. Among the odds offered by the federal military, recruits from Europe had the lowest odds. Moreover, they also had several glorious championship titles and were the absolute favorites to win.
Many people are betting on European recruits.
Stackhouse did not disappoint the audience who bet on him. The huge pressure from Lin Ling was transformed into the motivation to surpass himself and surpass everything.
His hand speed is faster than ever, his shooting is more decisive than ever, and his prediction is quicker than ever.
The cardboard model blocking the road was instantly shattered like tofu blocking a tank.
Hurry up! Go, go, go!
Stackhouse was like a fierce dragon, wind and tiger, fighting his way out of the high-rise building.
The hit rate is 100%, the critical hit rate is 100%, the accidental damage is zero, the number of hits is zero, the completion time is 600 seconds, and the perfection is S level!
Exactly the same results! There was an uproar in the audience. Stackhouse sat on the ground, holding his hands on the ground and breathing heavily. Sweat dripped from his cheeks to the ground like rain. The military uniform he was wearing seemed to have been thrown away. When it entered the lake, it looked like it had just been fished out.
Looking at the results on the screen, Stackhouse first smiled, and then fell to the ground weakly, with a look of despair on his face.
draw? No! Lost!
Stackhouse was satisfied with his performance beyond the limit, but also knew that he had lost.
Lin Ling, a female soldier from East Asia, also had 600 seconds, but she looked calm, without any sweat on her face, and completed all of this easily, as if she still had some energy left.
In comparison, Stackhouse concentrated 200% of his energy and consumed all his energy in that battle.
When the battle was over, he was completely collapsed and exhausted!
In military competitions, there is no such thing as a tie for first place.
First, there is only one.
Therefore, if the two are tied for first place in the end, they will need to play one more game.
Stackhouse knew very well that if he was asked to shoot a target with a gun, he might not be able to hit the target 100% from a distance of twenty-five meters.
Another fight like just now? The ending is not that tragic. Maybe the final score will be thousands of shots, with a hit rate of 15%? Friendly injury rate? ? ? And that damn time. They may all create the worst results since the start of the recruit competition.
A draw means a loss! Stackhouse lay at the player's entrance, looking at the American recruit, Andy, walking past him.
"Come on! We must win.
"
Stackhouse spoke weakly, his words full of sincerity.
After practicing hard for so long, he was very unwilling to meet such a perverted woman. He hoped that someone could come out and defeat this woman, even if it was just a second ahead.
"I try my best… "
Andy answered without confidence. He had calculated six hundred seconds many times, which was almost the real speed limit. Stackhouse's ability to achieve this speed, in addition to strength, does also include a certain amount of good luck.
Andy couldn't guarantee that he would have the same luck as Stackhouse.
Entering the platform and going up to the tall building, the door to destiny opened again, and Andy walked boldly into it with a gun in hand.
Just like Stackhouse, Andy entered the battlefield with a desperate look, and some spectators in the stands cheered in unison.
Over the years, America has always been the recruit force with the strongest overall strength.
In the pistol shooting competition, in the past few years, he has only lost with an extremely slight disadvantage.
People were looking forward to Andy's miracles. Although their minds were completely blocked by the soundproof walls, this could not dampen their excitement at all.
At this time, military enthusiasts also vaguely calculated a value through various calculations. Six hundred seconds can be said to be the limit time this time, an unbreakable time lock.
The most professional military enthusiasts have begun to fall silent. Through real-time calculations, they have obtained Andy's approximate score before other viewers.
It couldn't be six hundred seconds, Andy was slower than Stackhouse.
There was already a slight gap between the two. Stackhouse performed beyond his limits and produced extreme data that Andy could not surpass no matter what.
Six hundred and sixty-five seconds.
A very good result. If it were placed in the previous recruit competition, he would probably have a chance to win the championship.
However, today.
This should have been an amazing result, but due to the performance of the two previous recruits, it became unattractive. Many spectators even booed and booed the American recruits with contempt.
Andy's forehead was also covered with sweat. He sat helplessly next to Stackhouse and sighed in frustration: "I... tried my best..."
"I can see it." Stackhouse leaned against the wall and smiled bitterly: "Six hundred seconds, even Peng Lai, I'm afraid it's just this result. In the end, he will probably lose to that woman."
Andy nodded in agreement, with a wry smile between his brows: "East Asia is such a magical place. Either she can't even win the championship. Or she has such a terrible shooter, and her performance can Give any other shooter a mental breakdown.”
"That's right." Stackhouse also nodded repeatedly: "If she trains for a while, she may really be able to challenge the gun king."
"The Gun King?" Andy's eyes were filled with admiration: "Isn't this woman the Gun King's apprentice?"
"No." Stackhouse replied decisively: "The gun king also has his own style, which is a fighting method that ignores everything. This woman is decisive, straightforward, and neat. But she does not really ignore everything. That kind of temperament is You can’t pretend.”
"Really?" Andy tilted his head and looked at Stackhouse and asked, "Do you think the champion this time will be that woman?"
"Of course!" Stackhouse rolled his eyes at Andy: "Look at how relaxed she is, I guess it won't be a problem if she does it three more times for 600 seconds."
"The other Oriental..."
"Impossible." Stackhouse shook his head repeatedly: "His hands are indeed good, but they are far from enough to surpass that woman. Six hundred seconds is the limit, and it is useless if he can reach this limit. The state of that woman It’s clear to everyone that she can fight any challenger for a long time.”
The competition continued, and the new recruits who participated later were far inferior to the first three. Not only did they no longer have a 100% hit rate on key points, they even suffered accidental injuries and were hit.
This situation is not surprising to everyone, after all, the first three people performed so well. The audience also began to understand that Andy's performance was wonderful and not as bad as they thought.
The competition finally came down to the last person. Qin Fen slowly stood up and left to choose the chief.
"Hey, Orientals, come on." Andy cheered half-jokingly.
Qin Fen stopped, looked back at the two people sitting on the ground and said, "I'm here to win for you."
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