Calamity Game: Cleanup Man? No I'm The Villain

The day passed quietly like this, during which there were no accidents except for a few observed eaters.

If there is anything to say, it is that Yan Feichen took the initiative to find Uller and the sniper, hoping that they can start a duel with him.

Although Uller declined to practice duel with Yan Feichen, citing the need to recover his body, the sniper readily agreed.

For her, this is the best way to master Yan Feichen's behavior pattern, so in the process of sparring, she deliberately chose a pistol.

But what she didn't know was that this happened to be the result Yan Feichen wanted to see.

At the beginning of this duel, the opponent took out a pistol and attacked him without even thinking about it. Obviously, this thing will have a great effect in the future.

If the sniper was originally good at using pistols, Yan Feichen would never believe that a person's habits are difficult to change, especially after many years of cultivation.

Although Yan Feichen has not been in contact with too many long-range enemies, he can clearly feel that the sniper's pistol skills are not as good as his teammate from the beginning of this world, Mo Li.

Of course, it's just a comparison of the pistol skills of the two. If it's a comparison of sniping, sorry, Mo Li was thrown out by 800 blocks.

During the sparring, Yan Feichen could clearly feel that the opponent was very awkward when he fired a gun. It is not that he has never used a pistol before, but the opponent's shooting posture is really a bit strange.

This situation is definitely not a coincidence. When the opponent killed the donkey, he must have used a pistol, and the shape was very weird.

After getting the news, Yan Feichen immediately chose to suspend the laning. He had already got what he wanted, and naturally there was no need to continue.

"Her weapon is a pistol, so what would Uller be? Could it be a melee weapon?" Yan Feichen sat alone in the dining room thinking after finishing dueling.

After a long time, he gave an answer to convince himself: what Uriel used was definitely not a melee weapon!

When a sniper uses a pistol during sparring, the accuracy drops greatly. There was a situation where Yan Feichen stood in the same place, but the opponent missed the shot.

If Uller is also using melee weapons at that time, there is a high probability that there will be bridges where he accidentally injures his teammates.

Yan Feichen secretly regretted that he didn't have a second bug, otherwise he would have quietly attached one to the opponent during the sparring process, so that he would know the follow-up results instead of relying on everything like now guess for yourself.

And he doesn't have any evidence that Shi Hammer's own idea is correct. It will be fun if Uriel takes out a melee weapon and attacks him.

While Yan Feichen was thinking hard, Uller was also having their conversation with the sniper.

"Your marksmanship... since when is it only at this level?" Uriel, the sparring partner just now, was standing beside him, expressing his sadness at the sniper's marksmanship.

"The structure of the pistol given by Mr. Owl is unusual. I have to get used to the posture of pulling the trigger again. If I can shoot, there will be ghosts!" The sniper said angrily.

If she hadn't been imitating the shooting method of the pistol just now, she wouldn't have such accuracy.

"I will practice my shooting style in private, you can rest assured of that."

"That's good... well, I'm going to continue to recuperate, and there's not much time left for me to rest." Uriel waved his hand, indicating that he would leave first.

When he returned to the room, he lay comfortably on the bed, feeling the soft mattress fully supporting him, giving him a feeling of relaxation.

Before he could continue to crave this feeling, he quietly took out a small dark green bottle from his arms.

This was what Mr. Owl handed him not long after that meeting.

"After killing him, use this thing to preserve his blood." At that time, Mr. Owl looked serious.

Uriel didn't know how he took the bottle by accident.

"It's a pity..." He put the bottle in front of his eyes, staring at it for a while.

To be honest, he is actually quite optimistic about Yan Feichen.

The words he said at the time that he wanted to invite the other party to join the hunting ground were not empty words, but unfortunately, he was destined to get rid of Yan Feichen himself.

After observing for a long time, he put away the bottle and slowly closed his eyes. There was only one day left of his rest.

...

I don't know how long it has passed, Uriel opened his eyes again, and if he can, he wants to continue to sleep.

He stood up with a sigh, stretched his muscles and bones, and he had indeed fully recovered.

Before he could push the door open, there was already a knock on the door.

"Here we come." At the same time as the words came out, he walked towards the door. The person who knocked on the door was a sniper, and behind her, Yan Feichen and Mr. Owl were also standing there.

"It's just you." The sniper said first.

Uriel nodded, stepped out of the door, and followed several people to the underground forging room.

All the extreme flesh and blood counted yesterday are piled up here, in addition to Uller's weapons.

"Hey, the vacation is over, it's time to start working, will you make a move?" Uriel stepped forward to pick up his weapon, turned to Mr. Owl and asked.

"All I can do is to protect your safety." Mr. Owl replied.

Obviously, in this battle, the opponent will not make a move.

"Then I can only hope that Monton can act more gently, otherwise I will go back to vacation again." Uriel smiled and pushed the cart full of extreme flesh and blood into the forging room.

As he stepped into it, the three of Yan Feichen entered one after another.

Monton was still lying on the spot and sleeping soundly, not paying any attention to the people around him.

"It's still like this..." Uriel muttered, randomly picked up a piece of extreme flesh and blood, and came to his face.

"It's time to get up and eat!" He held the ultimate flesh and blood like this, dangling wantonly at the tip of Monton's nose.

At such a close distance, even if Monton is sleeping, he can smell the smell he desires, which is the fuel he needs for forging.

The big mouth of the abdomen was extremely expanded, and several chains shot out from it. Their purpose was only one, to swallow the piece of meat in Uriel's hand.

Facing the iron chains flying out from Feishe, Uriel had already been prepared, and his actions were intentional.

He threw out the flesh and blood in his hand, and the iron chain immediately changed direction, and Uriel also saw this opportunity and swung the long sword in his hand.

The sound of the collision immediately echoed in the forging room, "Monton, you've slept enough, it's time to get up and work!"