Eye of Sin

Chapter 742 Extra

There is nothing wrong with this method of "passive response".

Apart from the fact that there were a few more mosquitoes in the grass, Fang Zhiyang didn't have any other worries. He was playing paintball and was wearing protective clothing with long pants and a long coat.

Besides, he was so sure that the man just now was in the same group as Ning Shuyi and the others. To put it bluntly, he was helping Ning Shuyi. The paintballs couldn't kill people, but it was quite uncomfortable when they hit the vest, just like someone throwing a stone through the clothes.

So he would rather squat in the grass and pretend to be a quail.

Halfway through the game, Fang Zhiyang's plan was being implemented very smoothly, so smoothly that he felt a little sleepy while squatting in the grass, and almost fell down several times.

Looking around and seeing no one around, he became a little braver. He rummaged around and took out his cell phone from inside his protective suit, turned off the silent mode and played games.

With games to help distract attention and pass the time, hiding time is not so difficult.

Just when Fang Zhiyang's legs were about to go numb from squatting, and he was playing games while thinking that he would soon make it out successfully -

"Bang!" A paintball landed on his helmet, exploded, and colorful paint splashed everywhere.

For a moment, Fang Zhiyang felt as if his head was hit by a small hammer through his helmet.

He screamed subconsciously, but before he could come to his senses, another bullet hit his helmet.

This time, the blow hit the back of his head, causing his already unstable center of gravity to become even more unbalanced. He fell directly into the grass, and his cell phone flew out.

Fang Zhiyang got up in a panic to pick up his phone, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, his wrist was hit by a paintball.

The sleeves of his protective suit were not long to begin with, and he felt hot while squatting there, so he rolled up his sleeves. Now his forearms and wrists were exposed, and the paint from the paintballs instantly stained his skin.

But he didn't bother to think about whether the paint was easy to wash off.

For the first time, Fang Zhiyang realized how painful it was to be hit directly on the arm by a paintball!

He had been shot twice by that inexplicable man, both times in the vest. At the time, he felt as if he was hit by a small stone, which was very uncomfortable.

Now I understand that it really doesn’t mean anything!
This thing hitting the skin directly is no different from being punched by someone!
Fang Zhiyang retracted his hand in pain and looked around, trying to see where the gunshot came from, and whether the man who had attacked him twice just now was following him again.

But he saw no one.

Even when he stood up slightly and looked around for a target, the other party did not shoot again.

Could it be that someone from the opposing team discovered me, so they just shot without thinking, and happened to hit my helmet and wrist?

Fang Zhiyang thought about it and felt that it made sense. He quickly raised his gun with the muzzle pointing upwards, above his head: "I've been shot. I surrender! I surrender!"

After saying that, he waited for a while, and seeing no movement, he thought the other party had accepted his surrender, so he breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, and bent over to pick up his phone.

And just when he stretched out his hand again—"Snap!"

"Fuck!" Fang Zhiyang felt the pain and cursed. He stood up and shouted angrily to the people around him, "You don't understand what I'm saying, do you? I said I surrender! I've already raised my gun! Are you blind?! You can't even see this!"

Just as he finished speaking, a paintball exploded in front of his helmet, and an inch lower it hit the bridge of his nose.

Fang Zhiyang felt as if someone hit him on the head, and his ears were buzzing.

He wanted to curse, but was shot again.

This time it wasn't the helmet, not the wrist, but the thigh.

Fang Zhiyang no longer had the chance to curse. Dense paintballs rained down on him. No matter how he moved or tried to dodge, the paintballs always hit his protective suit outside the protective vest accurately.

The protective vest is at least a little thick and can provide a certain cushioning effect, but the protective suit is just a thin layer of cloth, and its original purpose is just to avoid getting your clothes dirty.

It is summer now. Although the weather is not too hot, everyone wears shorts and short-sleeved shirts. Under the protective clothing is just your own skin and flesh, and it hurts so much when you get hit.

If Fang Zhiyang had the cognitive ability to know that there is a kind of punishment in the world called "stoning", then he would definitely feel that he is suffering from the torture of stoning at this moment.

The key point is that the paintballs kept hitting his body and it hurt a lot, but he couldn't see who was shooting at him or where.

The pain made Fang Zhiyang more rational. He finally stopped thinking about picking up the phone and ran away in panic. As he ran away, paintballs continued to fall on him, making him cry out in pain.

After finally finding a cover to hide in, he was hit twice when he tried to peek outside to see what was happening. He was so scared that he dared not come out again. Even after the game was over, his companions still hadn't seen him come out, so they went in to look for him, only to discover that he was covered in wounds and was cowering behind a cover, not daring to come out.

Everyone was stunned, they had never seen anyone playing with a paintball gun, it was like taking a bath in a bucket of paint!

Nowadays, there are fewer and fewer places that are qualified to play paintball. Those who can find it with great difficulty are all for this experience that is closer to real bullets, but...

This experience is quite fulfilling!

Baiyun was knitting a sweater for Heitu, but she was plucking a sheep in the production team repeatedly, plucking the sheep like Ge You.

It seems that there will be a battle between two parties today, and someone will attack Fang Zhiyang alone, beating him up as if he had just celebrated Holi at the Baixiang family!
The key point is that the vital parts were not hit at once, and other places with weak protection were densely covered with paint. It is easy to imagine that there is no serious injury, but the pain must be real.

After the three games, everyone changed their clothes and left the venue, having a great time. Fang Zhiyang, who had suffered a loss, took his friends to the venue, using the light of dusk to search for his muted phone in the bushes...

Meanwhile, on the way back, Liang Xuanming almost leaned over the backrest of the driver's seat and said, "So you had already discovered where he was hiding, and didn't start attacking him until halfway through the round. Were you looking for a suitable sniper position?"

"Almost." Huo Yan answered casually, "I need to figure out his escape route after being beaten from where he is hiding. I need to find a location with the least blind spots. It can't be too close, nor too far."

"why?"

"If you hit him too close and cause bruises, you'll be responsible for that. If you hit him too far, the force won't be strong enough and it won't hurt enough."

Liang Xuanming's eyes lit up: "Huo Yan, how about I become your disciple? There is a shooting club in our mall, the kind with a license! Can you teach me later? Okay?
Master, please accept me as your disciple! If someone bullies Xiao Yue in the future, I can also help my woman get back on her feet like you do!"

Ning Shuyue didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and slapped him on the face: "You should expect me to be nice!"

"I don't think it's appropriate." Ning Shuyi also shook his head. "If he is your master and you are his disciple, when you and my sister get married, how will the relationship between us be determined?

Are you my brother-in-law, or my boyfriend’s apprentice? Is my sister my sister, or my boyfriend’s apprentice’s wife? "

"This is indeed difficult to handle! If you two get the marriage certificate, you will be my sister-in-law or my master's wife... No way! It's too confusing, and you're suppressing your own generation! I can't do that!" Liang Xuanming quickly changed his words.

Several people couldn't help laughing.

"How about... not becoming a disciple, but just passing on the skills?"

"Eh? I have a good idea! The four of us can get the marriage certificate on the same day and have a group wedding. Do you think it's fun?"

The bustling car drove towards the city center under the setting sun.

At the paintball arena, a man covered in paint finally couldn't hold back and wailed: "Fuck! Even my cell phone was broken!!!"

The sun sank behind the mountains and it was a beautiful day.

【THAN】