The grenade with the stun mark was within the field of vision, and the other shot was aimed at the ice grenade above the head that stopped moving and started to fall.

Alexandre Dumas did not gamble on the odds, but used the explosion range to eliminate the only grenade with a control effect before it could take effect.

Then, he rushed out, changed his gun, and Barrett was taken out at the edge. Just before Dante hit the ground, his hands lit up with white light.

Pull the bolt and snipe!

head shot!

Double damage!

This... Zhang Jiale smiled bitterly. Isn't this too much of a coincidence? In other words, Alexandre Dumas was lucky enough in this round... If the control effect of thunder is weakened and a supernova breaks out, even an aerial battle will not be possible.

It can be solved so quickly...

"Hey, how about we look around today to see if there is any temple or master who can help you exorcise evil spirits?" Huang Shaotian hesitated, and finally patted Zhang Jiale on the shoulder.

"Bring Xiaobai with you. I always wonder if his getting lost has something to do with dirty things. Sometimes he gets so lost that it's just too ridiculous." Su Mucheng nodded matter-of-factly.

"Then will Xiaobai be treated as the biggest evil spirit and be eliminated?"

"Damn, I really can't tell. Just before the game, I comforted Zhang Jiale that it doesn't matter if he loses. It's definitely poisonous..."

"Hey, hey, hey you! Is this how you comfort people?" Zhang Jiale, who was still a little disappointed at first, was dumbfounded by this.

Bai Mo lowered his head and was writing down something in his notebook. Fang Rui approached him out of curiosity. Mucheng was this kid's sister-in-law. Her hatred wouldn't be the same...

[Sun Xiang smiled the most happily. I will remember this grudge.]

[Huang Shaotian was the first to pick the okra recipe and added it to the summer cooking special. I will make it up to you!]

[Brother Fang is peeking at me...]

"Wait a minute, Xiao Bai, this, this is really unnecessary..." Fang Rui quickly pressed Bai Mo's hand: "Just remember Old Wei, we are half brothers!"

"In the individual competition, it was two to two. We can accept this result, but the opponent may not be so accepting, right?" Xiao Shiqin stretched his waist.

"Well, I'm afraid it will be very reluctant to accept it." Yu Wenzhou closed his tactical notebook and smiled: "Originally, the group competition needed to get one point to almost equal the results, but now it can only be achieved by winning all, then the team

The pressure of the competition will be much less..."

Zhang Xinjie nodded.

"If you really lose, don't think about playing against the American team and the Chinese team, which are more difficult to beat." Ye Xiu yawned and looked over there because the patrol cameras were temporarily removed and they were still noisy.

The members of the national team who were making a fuss had some smiles on their faces: "Sun Xiang will take the lead, Fang Rui will take the lead, and then Wang Jiexi will finish. It depends on how the opponent arranges it, right?"

"Among their strongest players is the Hall of Fame Warlock Rousseau. It would be interesting if it was the third game."

"hope so."

Compared with the Chinese team, which was slightly more relaxed, the atmosphere on the French team was not particularly heavy.

"Originally, we planned to get two to three points in the individual competition. Now there is not much difference between what we expected. I just need to work hard for you Rousseau, Hugo, and Maupassant." Alexandre Dumas squeezed her hand, and she arrived in the last game.

I'm still a little bit frightened now.

The other party was a little unlucky, and I was a little too lucky. Fourteen rounds of freezing bombs did not trigger a single freeze. It was really outrageous. If he was frozen at that time, then the thunder that greeted him would probably be on the ground.

?

On the rooftop, it's even more of a coincidence. In that case, the whirlwind kick can hit more than one grenade...

I don't know which god came to help me. Alexandre Dumas shook his head.

"Captain, what's wrong?" Rousseau Zhou Ze asked with an eyebrow: "I feel uncomfortable and need to go to the infirmary."

"No, it's nothing. The pressure is all on you. Is there no problem?" Dumas stretched out, and his good figure seemed to burst the clothes. Rousseau quickly turned around with a red face.:

"No, it's nothing..."

"Don't be too stressed."

"Don't worry." Rousseau smiled, but only he knew whether he was confident or not.
Chapter completed!