The scenery in front of me flew, and I stood on the rebirth stage of the extremely familiar agent system.

If someone else fucked in the agent system, it was definitely anger and angry, but Kria smiled.

He suddenly realized that his world had changed. He thanked his parents for giving birth to him, the agent who saved him, his adoptive parents and his lovely sister. All this has made him persist until now and be happy, but he hopes that one day he can make them happy.

So he will work harder and harder!

But a strong, completely unreasonable confidence instantly filled his heart!

"I want to win!" Kria shouted!

"By your sister, you're crazy! Everyone here wants to win!" A guy who was just slaughtered and obviously in a bad mood shouted angrily behind Kria: "What kind of bird shit is standing at the resurrection site? You can't win even if you put it for another hundred years! Get out of the way, you blocked the exit!"

Kria scratched her head, smashed her tongue, and quickly walked forward, and he was indeed blocked by himself and scolded her.

Those who can stand at the resurrection point do not have a good temper.

At this time, it is definitely a **** act to arouse public anger. He chuckled and scratched his head: "I'm sorry, I'm excited, excited."

The person with the most temper didn't speak up. Instead, someone looked sympathetic: "Another poor child who was abused and stupid."

But there were sharp-eyed people next to him who recognized him: "It seems like a master? Isn't that master brother? Damn, there are a lot of people in the forum waiting to watch him play, but he went to the training room to play. Can this be hung up in the training room?"

"Damn it, it's really the color of the training room. I'm drunk. Those who are turning their hands over him will cry."

"Brother Master is really talented, and he can also play with himself in the training room!"

"I think the master brother can publish this book, and the title is "On the Thousand and One Ways of Death in the Agent System"!"

Kria smiled, but didn't answer this, and pointed out the random matching system on his own.

Select, OK!

From now on, he must take every battle more seriously and transform the theoretical knowledge he has mastered into practical application. As a theoretical top student at the Gleveland Agent Academy, he is too clear about the contradiction between theory and practice.

Someone posted what he saw and heard here on the spot to the Special Offer Forum of the Free Alliance, which made the terrifying forum quiet suddenly, and the degree of hilariousness that followed was unimaginable.

"Brother Master is out! The appointment has begun!"

"What? Just came out of the resurrection point? Have you fought one?"

"Dao Mao, I train myself to death in the training room!"

"Who have you ever seen someone who can practice yourself to death? So it's up to you to count the heroes, but also to see the master brother."

"Damn, this is what it means to be a Buddha without being crazy! A man who can take action against himself is a real man! A master brother is a real man!"

"Please date! Pleasant man!"

"Please ask for a thousand or one way to die!"

"It's a bit early for a walk, one thousand and one thousand. Let's watch the master brother's 250th way of death!"

"By the way, what is the name of the room? What is the password?"

"You are new? Brother Master is such a great real man. The room name is naturally the system's 'The battle room that looks like a master'! Password? I seriously doubt whether Brother Master Master knows that there is also a password function in the battle room!"

"I have never seen a master change the name of the system room, nor have he set a password... Oh, shit, there are so many popular! There are more than 400 people watching the game!"

Amid the heated discussion, the avatar of the randomly matched agent in front of Kriya kept flashing, and finally stopped on a handsome face.

The blood-red eyes and pointed ears were not a blood clan, but a human. This made Cria want to experiment with the idea of ​​using the Carrillo equation to avoid the attack of the blood clan.

In fact, this is normal. Although the Free Alliance and the agent network of the Dark Axis are connected, they are usually almost always in a state of never having sex. Once they go to the other party's area to "scramble". The outcome will not be too good whether it is successful or failure.

I read the basic information of my opponent.

Name: Jerryl. Common weapon: cannon.

As for the opponent's winning rate, rank, record and other data below, Kria directly chose to ignore it.

It’s not that he despises his opponent. His mentor said it well. You can see the opponent’s combat power data in the agent system to determine how much strength and how high attention you can use to fight the enemy. But in reality? In a real agent’s career, when you meet on a narrow road, a genius will show you the opponent’s data! In every battle, no matter whether the opponent is strong or weak, you should use the most serious attitude and the greatest strength, just like a lion fighting a rabbit to win! Determine the opponent’s strength to determine the height of the attack? Developing this habit is seeking death!

Therefore, he never looked at the opponent's victory or defeat data. Besides, it was useless to see it before. Anyway, he was dead, just considering which way of death could delay the battle time longer.

Cannon...

Kria touched her chin.

Cannons belong to the medium and long-range range artillery missile category, with strong firepower, high burst, and wide attack surface. The only weakness may be that they are not flexible enough and the ammunition firing interval is relatively long.

It's enough to know this.

Because compared to other agents' dazzling weapon racks, Kria's weapon racks are pitifully few, after all, it is an epoch-making and exaggerated record.

I chose two Wind Walkers without hesitation. As a beginner weapon in the pistol series, Wind Walkers is known for its lightness and stability. When facing cannons, light equipment can undoubtedly increase your chance of dodging the ballistic Cannon. What's more, the pistol is a monarch weapon known as the ancestor of ten thousand guns...

Well, the reality is that on the hot weapons rack in Kria, there are only pistols.

After choosing a weapon, the scenery in front of him changed. Kria, who put the two guns on his belt, really felt like an agent. He used to prefer hot weapon warfare because he could die more happily.

Fountain Garden!

As one of the popular classic competitive maps in the agent system, it is symmetrical with the fountain in the center of the map, and is surrounded by a three-story circular building, which is much more complicated than the terrain of the arena in the previous game. Using the empty hall, narrow corridors and empty rooms on the second and third floors, you can often create a very classic battle situation.

The onlookers' eyes were all on opponents who seemed to be masters, and a very stylish young man came late.

The map of Fountain Garden is already quite dim, but the young man is still extremely pretentious and wears a pair of round sunglasses.

He held a toothpick in his mouth, a cynical smile on his face, and looked slightly thin, which was almost one meter long and half a meter-diameter orange guy on his shoulder, and immediately formed a sharp contrast.

etc!

All the spectators suddenly stared at each other!

Orange, orange?!

The battle zone was silent!

Only the best in major special agent academies have exclusive weapons. After entering the agent system, agents with exclusive weapons can apply for the same style and model of equipment from the system. After receiving the application, the official of the Free Alliance will send a dedicated person to the door to verify, collect detailed data such as the style, function, power, etc. of the exclusive weapon, and then tailor it for the applicant in the agent system. Such exclusive weapons are orange when displayed, just like this cannon! It even has a unique name: Bad luck Cannon!

How could a master seem to match such a top expert???

Kria was slightly stunned. This was the first time he had encountered such a master, but it didn't matter.

Bad luck Cannon! Jerryl!

"I blinded my titanium alloy dog ​​eyes, Master Brother actually matched Doom Cannon Jerryl!"

"God luck, move a stool and watch the master use his pistol to beat Doom Cannon!"

Everyone was drunk, pistols were against Doom Cannon, it seemed that masters were fighting against elites with Orange Martial Arts. Damn, are you drunk today in the system?

When Jerell saw the energetic opponent standing up from the other side, he was also a little confused. Where did he sing this?

Actually using a pistol???

It’s not that the pistol is bad, Jerry himself likes to abuse people with pistols in low-end games. But it was him who was “abused” this time!

Although it is a random system matching, the system matching is regular.

The matched sides were opponents with comparable record that month. Jerry played three games this month, winning three consecutive games, and his opponents were both very strong.

It seems like a master, he won a game and the opponent is also very strong, but the Butterfly Sword is definitely not considered a weak person.

This is either a very show-off guy, who is only capable but often shown to death. Or he is a super awesome person who has overwhelming strength even in such a high-end game and can beat all opponents with a pistol!

In just a while, the number of viewers was more than 800, and Jarrell himself had many fans. After all, Orange Martial Arts, the bad luck canon was not blown up, and many people came with a learning attitude.

On the field, Jerry was a little bit lightly given by his opponent's pistol, but in the training room, he was enjoying a cup of hot coffee, holding a pair of delicate jade hands to his mouth, and a delicate voice followed: "I promised to kill without injury, let's take a hot spring together, otherwise I would be the only one!"

Jarrell ignited instantly. When he thought of Catherine's plump body, he was a little crazy. This witch liked to seduce people in this way, but he was fooled every time. It would be impossible for someone to kill without injury at this level, but he could do it with bad luck.

For a beautiful and happy life, we must know that a hot spring consumption in this era is enough to allow him to drink porridge for a month.

"Let's take a look at this person. I've never seen him before!" Jarrel opened his seemingly master's record seriously.
Chapter completed!