Chapter 2469： Sand painting skills

Jiang Siming now suspects that this guy was transferred to CF.

That big pineapple is the one that presses the left button and doesn't let go.

After waiting for more than ten seconds, the big pineapple upstairs finally stopped, and the gunfire finally stopped.

The audience breathed a sigh of relief. The bullets are finally out, right?

Jiang Siming has also rushed upwards.

At this time, anyone would think that Frieza's machine gun had run out of bullets.

But this guy played a gloved road, deliberately reserved ten bullets, pretending to run out of ammunition and food, to attract Jiang Siming to take the bait.

As soon as Jiang Siming went up to the second floor, he saw a figure fleeing to the balcony embarrassedly.

Lao Jiang would naturally not let him go, and resolutely chased after him.

Frieza, who was fleeing, heard the footsteps behind her, with a triumphant smile on her face.

He was waiting for this moment.

When Frieza ran to the balcony, the steps behind him had already followed.

At this time, Frieza suddenly turned around, and came back with Guan Erye's saber!

Take advantage of the opponent's illusion and carelessness, surprise, and win with strange tricks!

Frieza could already predict the scene of Jiang Siming being sieved by his last ten bullets.

"He will definitely be anxious and angry, very upset, right? Hahaha, I will be the first person in the world to defeat Jiang Siming head-on! I will become famous in the first battle!"

Frieza was proud of his heart, but the gun in his hand was surprisingly stable, even the third-level A could not withstand ten bullets.

He concluded that Jiang Siming would die in this wave!

The child popped out of the chamber and shot towards the balcony door.

However, in the next second, Frieza's eyes were dull.

At the door... Jiang Siming did not appear!

These ten bullets...all hit the air.

When the bullet was lit, Jiang Siming's figure appeared.

Jiang Si had already suspected that this guy had a problem, so he didn't follow too closely just now, but got stuck at the door, and he realized that it was a routine.

"..."

The two did not speak, and looked at each other, the air seemed to freeze.

An awkward atmosphere filled the scene.

Click...

This is the sound of Frieza pulling the trigger. There are obviously no bullets, but he still can't help pulling the trigger, wanting a miracle to happen.

What if I still have ten shots in my magazine, but I didn't see it.

In case the bullet is charged in by itself, in case...

It's a pity that there is no bang bang bang, only the click of a jam.

Jiang Siming saw that he was so embarrassed and did not speak. He reached out his hand and took out the pan from behind, and walked towards him step by step.

Frieza's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly backed away, but he could not go back.

"stupid!"

Seeing that Jiang Siming wanted to insult himself with a pan, he quickly switched to an M24 sniper rifle.

shot!

Click!

Frieza discovered that the M24's bullets had also been shot out.

Just now, he had been hitting Jiang Siming on the top of the mountain, and he had not had time to reload after emptying the entire magazine.

Frieza, who was sweating in anxious head, could only exchange for the big pineapple, temporarily reload, but the big pineapple's reload speed...emm...

Frieza was almost crying, but the speed of this change was still as slow as a snail.

Jiang Siming was not in a hurry. Instead, he embraced his hands and hugged the pan in his arms at will, watching him change his bombs quietly beside him.

This action seems to say: don't worry, buddy, change slowly.

When Frieza's bullet was about to be replaced, Jiang Shiming moved.

A pan hits the head!

Boom!

-85.

Then another left uppercut was added.

-20.

Calmly accept this head.

"The player [Ming] used his fist to kill the player [フリーザ]."

This scene fell in the eyes of Frieza at the end, a shame and shame.

He was the second top player in the dignified standings, but he died in a fist...

He was insulted with him, and all the Dongying audience.

Is this the number one in East Asia that they have always boasted...

Is this the world's second master who can compete with Myojin that they have been advocating...

All the Dongying audiences covered their faces one after another and looked facelessly.

On the contrary, Frieza's good brother was in a better mood.

"Big brother was killed by fists. I was shot by him. In such a comparison, I seem to be quite fierce, quack."

Jiang Siming didn't expect the person killed in front of him to be second in the world.

Is this the second place in the world? Playing routines is really boring.

Jiang Siming pouted his lips in disdain.

Of course, the fragments exploded by this person are still very fragrant.

"Pick up [Sand Painting Mastery] Red Fragment*1 (1/6). The number of fragments is not full and cannot be used temporarily."

[Proficient in sand painting]: Painting with sand is a unique art. A handful of yellow sand can describe everything in the world.

This fragment is not bad, and I have fun in my spare time.

In addition to craftsmanship, Jiang Siming now has one more leisure activity.

Collect everything and put it away, Jiang Siming is not interested in this man's box at all.

His sports car was broken, but fortunately, Frieza has a motorcycle full of fuel.

After Jiang Siming got on board, he continued to go to Lang to find someone.

There is no shortage of vehicles at all.

You broke my car? I'm sorry, if you are gone, your car must also be mine.

Just so unreasonable, strength is willful.

Jiang Siming, who was on the road again, began to go shopping in the safe area, picking it up wherever there was a fight, he would go to persuade him to fight wherever he was fighting.

All the way from start to finish, the safety zone is getting smaller and smaller.

Until the sixth lap, there were only 6 people left on the field.

Jiang Siming's body was full of enemy blood, and those two guns had already drunk the blood of 29 people.

At present, the remaining five people are hiding everywhere, and Jiang Siming can't see where they are for the time being.

He is in an excellent position now, and there is no need to worry at all.

Just above the high slope, the position of everyone can be seen clearly.

However, there was also a person hiding behind the **** opposite Jiang Siming. If the other party had a trouble, he might really overturn the car.

Jiang Siming wanted to kill the people behind the opposite **** first, but the other side refused to show up.

His car was gone and couldn't rush over, and if he left, people from other positions would beat him.

Jiang Siming could only give up this plan and set his sights on the other four people again.

With the arrival of the seventh wave of poisonous circles, the players behind the stone on the left can't wait to close the smoke and run away.

Jiang Siming smiled faintly, leaned out to the pre-aim position of the muzzle, and was ready to shoot at any time.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he leaned out, the danger perception turned on a red light.

Jiang Siming immediately retracted with lightning, and a 98K bullet flew over his scalp.

It was done by the people on the opposite slope.

Jiang Siming ignored it and leaned out again.

But the next second, the danger perception lights up again!

Another bullet flew by.

Jiang Siming was a little angry, the guy on the opposite side of my mother, Po, seemed to stare at him for fun.

As long as he shows his face to hit others, he will definitely shoot at himself.

Moreover, the marksmanship was extremely accurate, and the guns started, if it were not for danger, Jiang Si would be gone tomorrow morning.

Of course, if there is no danger perception, Jiang Siming would not be able to play such a wave, just obediently wait in this position to shrink the poison.

Jiang Siming was purely greedy for those people, so he played so boldly.

But obviously someone didn't let him play too comfortably.

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