Conan: I'm really not a model worker at a winery

Chapter 592 Friendship First Competition Second
Gin had already stepped onto the elevator before Angostura explained.

He doesn't care what the rules of the game are, anyway, it's just an internal game activity of the organization, and the punishment of the game nature can't be too much.

On the contrary, Qin Jiu himself hadn't touched a sniper rifle for a long time, and he thought it would be good to practice it... so as not to be unfamiliar with it.

And Anderberger has hit the 850-yard headshot for three consecutive rounds, and is leaning on the railing to doze off at the moment.

Hearing his teammate's call, Anderberger opened his eyes, with a look of obvious dislike on his expressionless face: "Stella, I've been playing all morning."

Angostella sat on a chair in the stands, looking very reckless, and waved his hand boldly: "It's not a big problem, isn't it just another round?"

"It's a big problem. You don't understand how boring it is to hit a motionless watermelon fifty times." Anderberg continued to face paralyzed, "Also, you can wait for the gin to finish a round before talking to me." performance comparison."

Angostella raised her eyebrows, and said righteously: "What's the difference? You were with Belmode and Alex Sebi before, but now it's a different person, so of course you have to fight again to be fair! "

Anderberg stepped onto the lifting platform and looked at his teammates indifferently: "But I get full marks every time."

Angostella knew his sniper ability, and he never emptied his gun within a thousand yards... That's why Anderberg felt that his teammate was too much, and it was completely deliberate to make him work repeatedly.

"Amber, this is just in case, what if you don't have the gin and you can't beat you to death?"

"Stella, you didn't say that you would be punished if you lost."

"Really? Well, there it is now! Amber, you—"

boom! ! !
The loud gunshots echoed in the empty training ground.

Seeing Alex and the others cover their ears in fright, Gin retracted his pistol and stared at Angostella coldly: "Shut up."

"...Tsk."

Angostella glanced at the white ceiling with a small black spot, curled her lips, and said nothing.

This scene made Belmod, who had been ridiculed repeatedly by Angostura just now, feel a lot better, and even whistled.

The remaining five or six members, including Alexis and Claret, who were watching in the 'audience seat' stopped whispering and began to focus on the two big men on the elevator.

However, Alexer looked at it for a while, and found that no one had opened the virtual scene in the past. The corner of his mouth twitched, and he continued to work part-time as an instrument debugger resignedly.

"Then, as before, starting from 5 yards, every 900 yards is a node, each node has three targets that need to be cleared, the time limit is [-] minutes, the upper limit is [-] yards, and the score is calculated according to the number and location of the hit targets And the accuracy rate, the one with the same score is the one with the higher accuracy rate..."

Alexis dutifully explained the rules of the game.

The internal exchange match, which was originally full of entertainment, is not known to be because Angostella has set a "best", but now the atmosphere is a little more serious...

"...If the target is solved within the specified time, the scene will automatically switch...Um, alright, then let the two adults begin."

After finishing talking about the game...the rules of the game, Alexer wiped off his cold sweat, and was relieved to see Angostella withdrawing his cannibalistic gaze.

……

The competition rules and Gin listened carefully.

He looked at the scene that was gradually getting dark and brightened again and was full of life. He didn't raise his gun to aim at the first time, but weighed the sniper rifle in his hand—he had never used this type of sniper before. It is best to judge the various parameters of the firearm first.

——Of course, the most important thing is to find the feel.

"This gun is okay..."

After adjusting the gun a little bit, Gin looked at Anderberg who was some distance away from him.

The latter did not raise his sniper rifle either, and was also watching him.

After receiving Gin's gaze, Anderberg nodded politely.

However, after such a delay, 3 minutes passed...

and.

"An Bu, what are the three goals?" Qin Jiu asked very confidently.

Angostella, who was drinking water below, was choked up.

"Amb! Don't tell him, let him guess!"

"Twelve o'clock, one o'clock, and three o'clock."

Angostella hadn't succeeded in stopping Underburger from giving gin a tip.

Gin locked on the target immediately after Anderberg finished speaking, "Thank you."

After the words fell, Qin Jiu held the barrel of the gun with one hand, and fired three shots in a row like an ordinary pistol - the first two bullets just hit the target's eyebrows, only the last shot was slightly off, hitting the left side of the target. Eye.

... Tsk, it looks like it was born by hand.

"You're welcome."

Anderberg replied modestly, and then, like Gin, he shot three times with one hand.

This time, the entire training ground was silent, only the projection equipment made a 'humming' sound, indicating that it was still running.

The scene [-] yards away is a bustling city. Gin Jiu observed it and judged that the scene did not belong to Japan, or it might be completely virtual, and their station was probably in a tall building about [-] yards away from the target... However, based on this scene, Gin estimated that such an excellent location should not exist in reality.

The next 350 yards, the scene is basically the same as the previous scene, but the perspective is pulled farther, and there are a few more buildings that obstruct the line of sight...

However, looking at this scene, Gin immediately understood what Anderberg meant - indeed, the densely packed people on the road couldn't walk fast, and the targets were mixed in, walking as fast as a tortoise crawling, slow to death.

Basically a fixed target.

Qin Jiu squinted his eyes, held the gun a little more seriously, and took aim a little before pulling the trigger.

This time, without exception, the three targets were all right between the eyebrows.

On the other hand, Anderberg waited for the gin to hit the target before aiming at his target.

Next, four hundred yards...

450 yards...

five hundred yards...

Gin and Anderberger are shooting faster and faster—mainly because Gin’s speed is gradually increasing, and Anderburger doesn’t wait for Gin every time, almost when Gin is aiming at the last target At the same time, Anderberg also struck at the same time, a little faster than Gin.

The members of the onlookers were all dazed - they didn't even find the targets of Gin and Anderberg, and the screen had already switched...

At the back, Belmode simply stared at the yardage and remaining time displayed on the instrument next to him.

The sniper speed of these two people... is not human at all!

(End of this chapter)