I’m Not a Badass

  Chapter 16 I will kill myself with this sprayer

   "There's no time to spray medicine." Bai Mufan's heart sank.

  When the game character uses the medical bag, it will make a slight sound. As long as the enemy hears this sound, they can understand that he is packing, and they can take the opportunity to rush over and harvest him.

Bai Mufan glanced at his few remaining submachine gun bullets, immediately switched to a shotgun, and confidently said to the audience: "This kind of spray gun for close-range firefights has a miraculous effect, and mine is also very powerful. Everyone, look forward to it. Now, don't blink!"

   After he finished speaking, he stopped talking and stared at the other party's every move.

  The audience in the live broadcast room couldn't help becoming nervous, as waves of barrage flew by.

   "Come on, Mumu!"

   "It's over, I feel like this one is gone."

   "Where are the water friends in the initial square just now? Hurry up and **** them!"

   "Ah, I'm sorry Mu Mu, I jumped to the airport and landed directly into a box, woo woo woo..."

  Bai Mufan has no time to watch the barrage now, he is engrossed in watching the opponent's every move.

   Just when the player was only one step away from the gate, Bai Mufan focused his eyes and took the initiative to attack.

  He first swayed, dodged the first few shots, and then shot back with a spray.

   "Poof!"

   One shot broke the door next to it.

  Bai Mufan was slightly taken aback, and unbelievingly took another shot, again accurately hitting the air next to the enemy, and was taken away by the reacting opponent with a few shots, and the screen suddenly went dark.

   "Damn, I can't even hit this one!" Bai Mufan took a photo on the computer desk with some annoyance, shaking the camera next to him.

   He glanced at the notebook next to him, only to see that the barrage in the live broadcast room had exploded.

   "2333333!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

   "Mumu overturned!"

   "Well, I'm optimistic, then what?"

   "These two shots are really dead."

   "Slapped the table to scare me!"

   "Incompetent Fury!"

   "..."

  At the same time, the gifts in the live broadcast room were also picked up. The effect of this wave of programs was very good. The troll that Bai Mufan first picked up on the roof of the building unexpectedly became a foreshadowing and exploded here.

   Moreover, at the last moment, he was swearing and patted his chest and said to watch my show, but he was shot and taken away in the next second. This kind of contrast also made the audience dumbfounded.

  Bai Mufan wasn't pretending to miss the shot on purpose. He really rarely used the gun when he was playing games. At that time, he just thought that he could instantly kill the opponent with a random shot at such a close range. He didn't expect to shoot too casually and eventually overturned the car.

   But seeing the effect of the live broadcast was good, his unhappiness disappeared a lot.

  Bai Mufan pointed to the screen of his own death on the screen, and said word by word: "In the future, if I pick up this hot chicken sprayer again, I'll hit my head to death!"

  A burst of "hahaha" barrages floated past the audience.

  Bai Mufan clicked to start the next game, this time he still chose to jump to the airport, and said to the audience: "Keep going at the airport, this time I will avenge my shame!"

   This time he didn't jump to the old place, but landed at the door of the abandoned police station. There were two other people who were as fancy about this place as he was.

  Bai Mufan ran in quickly, but only picked up some accessories and supplies along the way, so he could only search for guns while running inside.

  Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and there was finally a big gun on the ground not far in front of him, but when he took a closer look, his face darkened immediately: "It's that hot chicken sprayer that tricked me again!"

At this moment, Bai Mufan noticed that not far away, an enemy wearing only a first-class helmet and no body armor was charging towards him with a small pistol, and he had already shot at him from a long distance away. Swish swishing past his character.

   "There is no other choice!" Bai Mufan gritted his teeth, ran to pick up the shotgun on the ground, and quickly reloaded it while leaning against the wall to avoid the bullets from the small pistol.

  Finally, when Bai Mufan's character had only one-third of his health left, the shotgun clicked and was finally reloaded.

   "Pfft!" Bai Mufan immediately turned the muzzle of the gun 180 degrees, aiming at the enemy who was chasing after him and fired a shot!

   The short-range advantage of the shotgun was brought into full play at this moment, and all the bullets hit the opponent's body!

  The player who was jumping in the air trying to dodge the shot suddenly slashed his fork comically in mid-air, turned into a box and fell down, and the words "one kill" appeared in the center of Bai Mufan's screen.

But before he had time to breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly saw two more enemies approaching from left to right, one of them was another enemy who landed near the prison, and the other probably came from somewhere else .

  Bai Mufan's suspended heart raised again.

  He moved around in a hurry, relying on the ancient footwork "Qin Wang around the pillar", cleverly dodged a series of bullets, and then shot down with two backhands, and two more boxes suddenly appeared on the ground.

  Bai Mufan was stunned for a moment, looking at the blood-red "3 kills" in the center of the screen, he licked his bag happily, and couldn't help but praise: "This troll is really useful!"

   At this time, the audience in the live broadcast room was already full of complaints.

   "Who said just now that you can kill him with a spray gun?"

   "It smells so good!"

   "This is a fragrant spray."

   "Sure enough, no one can escape the law of true fragrance?"

   "..."

  After licking the bag, Bai Mufan rushed out to confront others, and after killing two more enemies, he was killed by several people.

  Bai Mufan wasn't discouraged either. He was only a hot hand, so he deliberately played wildly in order to compete with others to find a hand.

   "The two hot hands are finished, and it's time to get serious about the next one." Bai Mufan said to himself, and clicked to start the game again.

   This made him a lot more cautious. He successfully killed nine of them and made it to the finals. Unfortunately, when the last five were left, he was shot and taken away by a **** who killed twenty-nine.

  Bai Mufan glanced at his notebook, and saw a barrage of bullets such as "It's a pity", "It's almost there", "There are no parents" and so on in the live broadcast room, all feeling sorry for him.

  Bai Mufan's mentality is quite good. While clicking to start the next game, he comforted the audience in the live broadcast room: "It's okay, it's okay, eat a chicken **** first in this round, and then you can eat chicken in the next game."

  However, he seems to have set a flag, and he died in the finals in the next two consecutive solo queuing rounds.

   Either it was a mistake with the gun, or it was bad luck, and at the most critical moment, he swiped the circle of scourge, and he was as desperate as he wanted at that moment.

  The third one also died after the final round, Bai Mufan couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, looked at the live broadcast room, and found that the atmosphere was a little tense due to the fierce battles of these few fights.

  (end of this chapter)