v11 Chapter 11： bob contest (3)

"The last 5 minutes, if that guy doesn't show up in the last 5 minutes, I'll go find her!"

DeWitt made up his mind and exhaled deeply, but just as he made a decision, a black spot appeared in his sight...

"Finally, can't you wait to come and die?"

Dewitt, who found the target, showed an extremely bloodthirsty expression on his face, and then he turned the M134 mini-gun machine gun to his feet in spite of exposure.

Da Da Da Da Da...

The M134 mini-gun machine gun spit out a tongue of fire, and countless bullets flew out from the six barrels of the M134 mini-gun machine gun. This is the competition, this is the battlefield. To the enemy, DeWitt has never been soft. The distance is less than 400 meters, Dewitt would never believe that Zifeng could shoot himself at such a distance.

"Hey haha... die, die..."

During the shooting, DeWitt showed a trace of madness in his eyes, feeling the vibration from the machine gun in his hand, and he felt an unprecedented invigoration in his heart.

This is the passion and enthusiasm that GGO brings to people. In this modern society where life is precious, most people have never touched firearms. In GGO, there are firearms that are not normally accessible, even more. A series of future technologies, and these things are made very real, it is precisely because of this that attracts many players.

And DeWitt has become the most loyal player in GGO because of this, and he will enjoy the heartfelt pleasure brought by the guns in his hands every time he competes.

But soon DeWitt's expression was stunned, and a trace of panic appeared in his pupils.

"No...impossible, that guy..."

Seeing the figure of Zifeng who kept dodgeing in the distance, the expression on Dewitt's face became sluggish. With the ability of the game system, Dewitt could clearly see countless bullets sticking to Zifeng's clothes dangerously and dangerously. Passed, but from the beginning to the end, there was no bullet that could bring substantial damage to Zifeng, and even the clothes were not scratched, and the distance between the two quickly shortened due to Zifeng's continuous displacement. Then, the distance between the two of them was less than 300 meters in just 10 seconds.

"Well... Generally speaking, as a heavy machine gunner, the accuracy of shooting is still very high!"

Zifeng lightly flashed a bullet and looked at Dewitt, who was standing in the distance, very appreciatively. "The fighting consciousness is also very high. Almost as soon as I appeared in his line of sight, he attacked. Overall If you don’t meet yourself in strength, you might be able to enter the top 3 in this BoB competition..."

Thinking of this, there was a trace of evil charm on Zifeng's face and whispered, "But this is also based on not touching me, now...you should stop here."

As he said, Zifeng's feet slammed into force, and the body that was originally leaning to the right jumped abruptly. After avoiding an oncoming bullet again at an incredible angle, Zifeng's body was almost parallel to the ground. In this case, Zifeng raised the FMKMod2 submachine gun that he had been holding in his hand, and fired a shot without even aiming.

clatter!

Quite simply, it was just a shot. The bullet shot from the muzzle as if it had eyes. It drew a beautiful arc in the air and got into Dewitt's right eye.

Game.over!

Before DeWitt recovered from his shock, he noticed that there was a black and white in front of him, and such a group of English appeared in his sight, which marked the end of the game and also represented that his efforts over the past few months had not achieved any success.

However, regardless of DeWitt’s emotions, Zifeng’s expression is very flat, but it is true that defeating a person in the low martial world of Sword Art Online is indeed not worthy of Zifeng’s pride. After all, in Fairy Tail, Zifeng is. In spear art, he defeated the eagle eye civilized by spear art, and the gun magic of eagle eye was several dimensions better than here.

"Well... after four years of leisure, do you want to find a high-level world to practice well after the task is completed..." Zifeng couldn't help thinking again after returning to the dark space.

When I first came to this world, I was only planning to have fun and relax, but I don’t know why. Recently, he always feels an inexplicable sense of danger in his heart. He always feels that some bad things are approaching him. This is his feeling. , Zifeng believes in this feeling very much.

However, he turned on helplessly, opened the task system of the Temple of Kings, and looked at the main task and two side tasks on the taskbar above the system, filled with helplessness, and sighed, "It seems that I don’t want to sleep tonight. what."

The knockout of the BoB competition lasted 3 hours from 19:00 to 22:00. Zifeng once again experienced several unexceptional wins in the competition, and the firearm used was the FMKMod2 submachine gun. Zifeng’s performance undoubtedly made him instantly attracted. The sight of countless spectators.

The superb posture that came and went freely in the rain of bullets, and the bullets like the addition of a tracking system made countless onlookers sigh. Of course, many of them recognized Zifeng's identity.

Since Zifeng didn't release the water when facing Sinon, Zifeng had no loss in the whole game and became the number one in this division.

Sinon just followed Zifeng, ranking second with only one defeat.

As for the third one, he was a thin young man with a gas mask.

The game was ruthless. As for the former third runner-up DeWitt, because he encountered Zifeng in the initial knockout rounds, he was defeated by Zifeng, so that he was eliminated without any experience in qualifying, so the competition ranked There is no his name on the list.

After the competition was over, Zifeng and Sinon had an appointment to see each other tomorrow, and they both logged out of the game. Zifeng lay on the bed, staring at the familiar roof in a daze, then stood up and moved the back of his limbs. With a wicked smile, he sat in front of the computer and muttered to himself, "Well... it's time to collect data... (to be continued, to be continued

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