Surprise! The Supposed Talent Show Was Actually–?!

The underground escaped the show.

The Byzantine dome is like a bowl of inverted buckles. In the majestic hall-like building under the mouth of the bowl, except for the main venue of the underground league where the margin is not seen, the rest of the space, such as the hive, is finely divided.

Each hexagon is an independent field, and the dark enamel covers the edges.

In the middle of the venue is a player who is red-hot and violently breathing.

Surrounded by players and performance areas, the luxurious auditorium extends upwards from the second floor and presents a retro light brown color under the dazzling crystal lights. Each floor has its own name: “Elder, Chief, Sacrifice, Noble”, and different regions represent very different fares.

The light and shadow on the walls float, engraving the gladiator, chariot, beast, and the theme of the game -

"Colosseo Ancient Colosseum (b.c.72~)"

On the stands, the fragrant shadows. Miss aristocratic gentleman who came to enjoy the deep blue sky from all over the Federation, whispered in the midfield, talking about the excitement of the eyes.

The waiter shuttled through the crowd, sending tea, cocktails and three-tiered tower snacks, and young people wearing light-colored uniforms crossed the chip.

A group of smiling aristocratic ladies waved to the waiter, and he immediately approached and politely bent down.

"Yes, beautiful lady, now I can bet."

This corner is awkward and enthusiastic.

"When will the next player come out -"

The curtain suddenly opened.

The teenager in a white mask walked into the field, slightly slimming the honey and water in the warm light, holding the arm of the sniper/swing/gun/gun with a thin muscle curve, when tightening The lights are unusually dazzling.

The girl who was still hesitating to bet quickly opened the terminal: "Excuse me, 10,000 credits to take this little brother."

The surrounding area was suddenly noisy, but the girl was smiling.

"...there is really no strong opponent, but very cute, like the little cheetah raised at home..."

"Compared to the outcome, I am better off under the mask... if you can..."

"Can I give him some wine for a while? Of course, the price is not a problem -"

The waiter regrets shaking his head: "Sorry, only this one can't. If you want to order wine, consider other players..."

The girl seemed to have some doubts, but as the lights went out, the center of the stadium lit up and the stands quickly returned to silence.

Performance area.

The sorcerer took a deep breath and stood at his initial point, and his eyes quickly locked the opponent in front of him.

The man is similar to him. The tiger's back is thick and strong, and there are several inconspicuous wounds on his body. He also has a sudden/strike/step/gun. The two are about 100 meters apart, and when the eyes touch, there is a knife crossing to get out the fire.

He and his only one person can stay until the end.

The opponent suddenly gnawed his teeth and made a threatening scorn, like a beast that drove the enemy out of the ground. There is solidified blood on one side of the socket, like the throat that has just bitten off -

The sorcerer suddenly remembered the **** smell after the curtain and the painful screams when the defeated person was lifted back. The audience was boiled again in the blink of an eye, and burst into cheers for the gladiator shaped like a beast.

At the moment when the lights went out, the bunkers that stood tall like walls were quickly raised in the performance area, overlapping like a labyrinth, blocking the line of sight between the two people.

The sorcerer buckled his index finger into the trigger, blinking and calming, gradually adapting to the noisy sound decibels in the stands.

Until the light is on again.

The original open vision was obscured by bricks and mud-covered bunkers, and the field of vision was narrow and narrow, and the breath of the opponent was unspeakable. Both sides were doing their best to conceal.

Within 15 minutes of the countdown, the bunker will continue to drop until both parties avoid it. When the stage becomes flat - if no one is stumbled, the two players will enter the white-blade battle, and will not die in the empty and narrow space.

There was a sudden exclamation in the stands.

The teenager who was thought to take a defensive stance - actually took the initiative to attack first, and then slammed the gun/gun to the opposite side.

The girl who just made a bet on her eyes lit up: "It's very courageous and clear judgment. He must have guessed how the player just played, so he chose to fight in the first ten minutes instead of the bunker disappearing. Crazy fights - wait, they will meet!"

At both ends of a smashing corner, the juvenile and the crazy gladiator are touched in two directions. The two were only separated by a bunker, and the footsteps were inaudible. From the point of view, no one noticed the existence of the other.

Until the turn to the turn -

The gladiator who had just bitten to the defeated man sank, suddenly squatted into the wall and ambushed, fiercely and contemptuously looking at the upcoming position of the witch.

Almost everyone held their breath at this moment. The gladiator has undoubtedly discovered the other side. The initial balance of this street fighting has been tilted and turned into trapping and ambush.

The witches really stepped into the encirclement.

The girl in the stands was low and low pressure and suppressed her screams. Some people even held their eyes gracefully. The next shot sounded and the line of sight in the fingers suddenly stopped.

To everyone's surprise, the first shot was actually a teenager wearing a white mask.

Even the field control did not respond. After the gunshot sounded, the lens quickly zoomed in the opposite direction.

The pale mask is filled with metal-like inorganic cold light, and the exposed eyes are warm amber, but the dazzling fire is ignited by the vigorous war. When he was close to the ambush, his loose footsteps successfully blinded his opponent's cognition, and even his arms were extremely relaxed until the moment he stepped into the ambush.

Juvenile action has suddenly changed.

The combat uniforms picked up a corner because of the too fast movement, and the back waist between the milk and the honey was flashing in front of the camera. The next second is shooting -

Nice, fierce.

The camera is facing the chin raised by the teenager. When he ambushes, he is a flea like a proud leopard. Obviously, the body is flexible, but after an emergency stop, it bursts into a fierce and arrogant fierce momentum, and the fire in the eyes ignites the flame of the weather.

Jump, shoot, and even fill the knife in one go!

The face under the mask is also cold and stretched, and the warm amber pupil is indifferent to the front, like the inhalation of the entire stage light, people can't stop watching it -

In the stands, he finally screamed for him.

In the arena, the situation has reversed.

The original prey took away the identity of the hunter, the winner of the previous game was hit in the right rib, and the moment the slap in the face of the gun was turned.

It is not a solid bullet used by Crowson Show.

When the center axis of the projectile passes through to the end, the head shock resistance is greatly reduced, the initial speed is high, the speed is quickly attenuated, the warhead is sharp, the first 1/3 is unexpectedly thickened, and a blood port is cut off on the opponent to stop the penetration.

Modified tubular bombs.

The fierce heartbeat of the sorcerer finally calmed down.

The floating training base really guarantees the safety of the players. The modified tubular bomb greatly reduced the concentration speed and the penetrating power. Only the front 1/3 of the warhead caused damage. Even if there is no rescue capsule, even the key to the injury is the injury.

Under the dim light, the bunker has fallen from a height to a height similar to the height of the two.

The sorcerer raised his muzzle, this time pointing to the opponent's throat -

The gladiator slammed his eyes and listened to the sound. He was able to escape from the bunker and he did not hesitate to shoot the gun.

In just three minutes, within 20 meters, the white-blade war was opened in advance.

The heartbeat of all the audiences has accelerated, including the previous dozen or so games, and almost no progress has been so fast. But the development of the situation is again reasonable, as if everything is being calculated.

Street fighting, ambush, anti-ambush - the mask boy who is obviously not good at melee almost used all the advantages, and the hard-working tug of war was a sudden assault.

Even if the winner of the previous game is still physically strong, it is a disadvantage at this time. The mask boy seized the bunker that had just shot in the battle. Both of them had **** blooms in the flying missiles, but they were always teenagers.

The piercing of the tubular bombs caused the witch to breathe, but it was still within the limits of tolerance.

The pain even pushed his logic predictive ability to be more alert than usual, and the sniper/hit/step/gun and his arm were integrated, and the elusive trajectory finally coincided with the visual field.

boom--

It’s crisp and neat.

The green light on the referee's seat finally lighted up.

The gladiator was hit by the impact of the lungs, coughing up a **** foam, and glanced at the witch, pushed the staff's help, stumbled and walked.

The cheers in the stands were like roaring, and even the ladies in the front row threw flowers, bracelets and other things into the stage, throwing away the Yingqiu wave in the lights.

The staff had already been familiar with the road, and quickly took off the valuables and picked them up. After a few seconds, the atmosphere was even stronger.

The juvenile took the bandage handed to him from one end of the stage and tore off the protective clothing that was scratched by the bullet, revealing a thin layer of smooth but extremely explosive muscle curve. The bandage was entangled in the shoulder and arm, because he couldn’t force it. He had to uncover the end of the mask and bite the bandage with his teeth.

Blood, juveniles, guns and hormones.

The screams screamed in the audience, and the waiter had to take turns to explain "cannot tell the name", "respect the choice of the player to wear the mask", "can not provide champagne for the player", "no reason... is the above management regulations" ......

After that.

The man's throat moved, reaching out and rubbing on the gun.

The rabbits that were caught in the jungle of the sea in the past had already grown a small white tooth.

Five minutes later, the second round of the witch was sent to the stage.

The stage is like a grand event. Because the venue is forbidden, no one dares to take out the terminal shooting. The private discussion is quite a bit.

"Where, I want to give him a monkey! - I don't know the name, I have to give it to the code! I saw it for the first time today, is it to play next time or stay in the underground escape show? statement!!"

"...Why can you dress up the wound so cool! When you think of the king two years ago, the king has not retired. It is also the same bandage. When he was looked at by Wang Shuai, he was again a little brother today. Back in time, I saw the young king six years ago!"

"Looking at maybe twenty or less, the combat style is also unfamiliar, the shooting method has obvious flaws, and here is the primary field... I remember that when Wang Yi appeared to play the elite field? However, listening to you is really like this. Especially when bandaging..."

"I was afraid that he was injured. He could see that he was injured and could not hold back the blood boiling - ah ah tangled!"

The light is on again.

This time, the witches pulled the front line from 5 minutes to 10 minutes. The opponent is about the Clonson show practice c~b level, if it is Zoe, it can be solved within three minutes.

But he is already showing signs of obvious physical overdraft.

The opponent is far more sinister than the Crowson trainer outside the deep blue sky. After seeing the wound on the right shoulder of the witch, the sniper angle was abnormally drilled.

The sorcerer even had to change the step/gun to the left hand, sucking in the air, and accurately pre-targeting before shooting.

Until the bunker fell to the knee, the two even showed the bayonet at the top of the step/gun. The sorcerer disguised it by the action of the knife and suddenly fired. The opponent was hit by the strong impact and the green light finally lit.

From his graduation exam, only the last one is left.

In the dark, the eyebrows of Wei's eyebrows are slightly twisted, and the right finger section of the barrel is held tight.

In the center of the stage, the sorcerer supported the knees, and the sweat completely soaked the small soft hair and slipped down the mask and the lower jaw. There were three more bullets on his body than before, and his right shoulder was seriously injured because he was smashed twice.

But he never looked in the direction of the future.

Afterwards, the waiter respectfully went to Wei Shi and sent a bottle of water to the teenager on the stage, and whispered a few words.

The sorcerer's eyes lit up, and then he shook his head. When he stood up again, he gave a slight decapitation to the audience, and wiped the sweat on his forehead. It was already full of war.

The stands were quiet for a moment, and then applause and cheers broke out again.

The third game is far more difficult than the first two games.

The opponent has a lower winning percentage than the previous two, but it happens to be the lowest point in the physical strength of the witchcraft. In order to restore physical strength, the sorcerer had to change the fast assault to fight.

Excessive blood loss stimulates the nerve center of the sorcerer. At first, it can still keep the mind awake with pain. By the 6th minute, the bunker can be easily crossed by the player. When he looks up again, the field of vision is slightly dark.

In the first game, he also forced his opponent into such a situation.

The sorcerer bites the tip of the tongue and forcibly forces the return of reason, and the line of sight used to capture the trajectory is inadvertently crossed.

The figure flashed past.

The sorcerer quickly turned his eyes away, his eyes still cold, and his stiff shoulders finally relaxed.

Someone is waiting for him to triumph.

On the side of the body, the noisy buzz on the auditorium was filtered by the senses. If the tide receded, the witches raised their eyes, and when they held the hand and held the trigger, they smelled a strong **** smell.

It was like going back to the first knockout of the Crowson show. Hot, prostration, exhaustion -

But these are not enough reasons to eliminate him.

The scene of stress training one day ago reappeared. All sensory stimuli were taken away, and willpower finally gained the upper hand. At this time, a stray bullet hit the witch.

The calf's abdomen is punctured.

There was a flash of light in the hole of the witch.

Capture, predict, combo -

The muscles suddenly tightened, like a leopard returning from a lonely back. Two shots, almost perfect reproduction of the first time in the training room to find a gun!

The enemy knocked down.

and then--

The witches closed their eyes slightly, and when they opened again, the filtered screams, shouts, and applause returned one by one, and the green light lit up again, and the bright lights poured down from the dome.

Bright to almost dizzy.

He couldn’t even know whether he was in the training ground or the escaping show. The big bang in his memory seemed to open in the distant direction:

"Congratulations, you have exploded."

Consciousness has returned abruptly.

The opponent was pulled up by the staff and gestured to the witch, and walked toward the curtain. The auditorium broke out again. The sorcerer took the sniper/snip/step/gun in his hand and the last psychological obstacle crossed -

Muscle memory and gun body are perfectly integrated. It seems that whenever he wants, he can accurately slam at any time. The gun feel is always on the hand, or the hand holding the handle is the real weapon.

The teenager in the middle of the stage finally showed a smile.

Then he made an action that everyone couldn't expect - bowed and kissed. Sweat, blood and the guns that represent the conquest, entangled under the dome to create a suffocating violent beauty.

Before the audience reacted, Wu Yili took the gun and held the compulsory insurance. Stride back toward the back of the light against the light.

In the darkness where the light is not shining, Wei Wei stands silently.

The sorcerer stumbled toward him, and the moment he came in, he suddenly let go, blocking the audience's countless exploration, curiosity, admiration, and blazing gaze.

The boy stayed in front of him and stopped.

Wei Shi stretched out his right hand, forced the teenager to look up, his fingertips inserted in the soft fur soaked in sweat, stagnated before the complicated knot, and the eyes were like the next second. The abdomen is generally dangerous.

"I'm untied?" The man's voice was low, with a little hoarseness.

The witch's eyes crystallized and nodded, throwing the gun aside, waiting for the big sister to give him an encouraging hug -

The man’s eyes are dim.

The knot was pulled away by the complicated technique, and the face of the witch was cool - the mask was taken off, the rough fingertips were rubbing on his neck and cheeks, avoiding all the small wounds, and signaling his chin to rise.

The juvenile was hugged, and the hero of the triumph rose up to the fragile neck, like an unconscious sacrifice.

The man bowed his head and fell violently on his forehead.

The author has something to say: Thanks, however, I chose to silence the x3, zero grenades~

Thanks to the drunken singer night x2, 雩绮x2, half-life naive x2, ailyar, ann?, innocent, rice two jiakjbc, Si Nai, fish to fish, multi-function title, pickles, vegetables, vegetables, vegetables, food Songs, drunkenness, Su Shi’s mines~

Thank you baby!

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