Second five two I will win for you

The other new recruits looked even darker.

Everyone is a good player among the recruits. It is clear whether Lin Ling can do what he has done just now.

On the battlefield where card models are flying all over the sky, it is a miracle to be hit by zero times. It is difficult to maintain a hit rate of 100% as the sky, let alone maintaining an astonishing accuracy of 100% as Lin Ling, which is almost a non-human performance.

Starkhouse's face was even worse than that of ordinary recruits. He was a white man, and now his face turned a little green.

As one of the top players among the recruits, on the battlefield just now, whether it was hit zero or hitting 100% or hitting 100% was not the most important and terrible thing.

What is really terrible is Lin Ling’s prediction!

Every excellent shooter must learn to predict, judge the position where the enemy may appear, judge the posture and angle of the enemy, prepare in advance, and take the lead in the important elements.

Starkhouse has always been very proud of his predictions. Even the master who taught him guns, the top gunman in the top 50 federal shooting players, praised his predictions abnormally, and even praised him for his qualifications to challenge the Federal Military Gun King.

Lin Ling's prediction completely destroyed his pride. Especially when the hostage was killed by the shot and the hostage turned into a bandit, his confidence was also hit by a huge impact.

Many viewers suspected that the shot was blindly concealed, but Starkhouse knew that the shot was a real shot, and the soundness of the shot was not hesitant at all, and it was full of decisive and confident!

It is this powerful prediction that leads to the first move that is truly terrible and fatal.

If you don't get shot, you will hit 100% with the critical hit rate. Starkhouse is confident that he can do it. But time may take more than six hundred seconds.

When both players fail to get shots, the hit rate is 100% compared to the speed of time.

For the Gunner, one second, no! Zero and one second! It is life and death, the difference between heaven and hell.

In addition to predictions, Lin Ling's speed of finding a channel also made people feel too amazing. From beginning to end, she did not go through the wrong dead end, and she 100% of the right direction, which saved a lot of time.

A shooter finds the exact path in a messy environment, which is also an important assessment.

The elevator rose rapidly and soon reached the highest level. Starkhouse took a few deep breaths in a row, waiting for the door of fate to open.

In the huge projection screen, the walls in the tall buildings change rapidly, and the stairs also change positions.

To be fair, each contestant's route is randomly produced to prevent some people from having too hard backgrounds and causing cheating.

Although, this possibility is almost zero due to the competition among military regions on the continent.

However, the organizing committee still did not take it lightly.

The door slowly opened, and Starkhouse walked into the black high-rise building with a back of "the wind whistles and the water is cold, and the hero will never return once he leaves."

The gunshot hit the vital point!

Starkhouse, who entered the state of combat, completely forgot Lin Ling's previous performance and devoted himself to his own battle.

Andy's eyes staring at the projection were filled with a hint of admiration. This is the psychological quality that an ace shooter should have. No matter how difficult things happen in front of him, use a gun to smash everything! Until victory!

Many viewers in the stands became nervous. Among the odds offered by the federal military, the recruits from Europe had the lowest odds, and they also had glorious titles for several times, and they were definitely the favorites to win the championship.

Many people are betting on European recruits in gambling.

Starkhouse did not disappoint the audience who bet on him. The huge pressure from Lin Ling turned into a driving force that surpassed himself and everything.

His hand speed is faster than any time, his shot is decisive than any time, and his prediction is faster than any time.

The cardboard model blocking the road was instantly smashed like tofu blocking a tank.

Hurry! Hurry!

Starkhouse was like a crazy dragon and wind, burying his head out of the skyscraper.

The hit rate is 100%, the hit rate is 100%, the accidental injury is zero, the number of hits is zero, the completion time is 600 seconds, and the perfection is S level!

The exact same result! The audience was in an uproar. Starkhouse sat on the ground, holding the ground with both hands, gasping heavily, sweat dripped from his cheeks to the ground like rain. The military uniforms he wore seemed to have been thrown into the lake water and had just been caught.

Looking at the results on the screen, Starkhouse smiled first, then fell to the ground powerlessly, with a look of despair on his face.

A draw? No! Lost!

Starkhouse was very satisfied with his performance that exceeded his limits, and also knew that he had lost.

Lin Ling, a female soldier from East Asia, also had six hundred seconds, but she looked free and had no sweat on her face. She completed all this easily, as if she still had enough energy.

Compared with that, Starkhouse concentrated 200% of his spirit and consumed all his spirits in that battle.

When the battle ended, he was completely overwhelmed and exhausted!

There is no such thing as the first in the competition in the army.

First, there is only one.

So, if the two tied for the first place in the end, they would need another extra game.

Starkhouse knew very well that he was now asking him to shoot the target with a gun, and a distance of 25 meters may not be 100%.

Let's have another battle like that just now. The ending is not an ordinary miserable one. Maybe the final score will be thousands of shots, the hit rate is 15%? The accidental injury rate???? And that hateful time. They may create the worst result since the start of the recruit competition.

A draw is a loss! Starkhouse lies at the entrance of the player, looking at the American recruits who walked by him, Andy.

"Come on! You must win."

Starkhouse said weakly, his words full of sincerity.

After practicing hard for so long, he met such a BT-level woman. He was very unwilling to accept that, hoping that someone could come out and defeat this woman, even if she was just one second ahead.

"I... try to..."

Andy answered very unconfidence. He calculated many times in six hundred seconds, and this was almost the real extreme speed. In addition to his strength, Starkhouse's ability to achieve this speed does indeed contain certain good luck.

Andy couldn't guarantee that he would have the same good luck as Starkhouse.

Entering the platform and going up to the high building, the door of fate opened again, and Andy walked into it with a gun high.

Just like Starkhouse, Andy, who entered the battlefield, also looked desperate, and some of the audience in the stands shouted in unison.

Over the years, America has always been the strongest recruits in its comprehensive strength.

In the pistol shooting competition, it has been defeated at an extremely weak disadvantage in recent years.

People were looking forward to Andy’s miracle, and although their minds were completely blocked by sound-insulated walls, this did not weaken their excitement at all.

Military enthusiasts also vaguely calculated a value at this time after various calculations. Six hundred seconds can be said to be the limit time this time, a time lock that cannot be broken through.

The most professional military enthusiasts have begun to remain silent. They have obtained Andy's approximate results this time before other audiences through real-time calculations.

It could not be six hundred seconds, Andy's speed was slower than Starkhouse.

There was already a slight gap between the two. Starkhouse's extreme performance exceeded the limit and scored the limit, which Andy could not surpass in any case.

Six hundred and sixty-five seconds.

Very good results. If it were placed in the previous recruit competition, I would probably have a chance to win the championship.

However, today.

This should have been amazing result, because the performance of the two recruits before became less attractive. In fact, many viewers were even clamoring for the recruits in America.

Andy's forehead was also covered in sweat, and she sat weakly beside Starkhouse, sighing with a frustration and said, "I... did my best..."

"I can see it." Starkhouse leaned against the wall and smiled bitterly: "Even if Peng comes, it's probably just such a result. In the end, he will probably lose to that woman."

Andy nodded in agreement, and there were more wry smiles between his eyebrows: "East Asia is such a magical place. Either you can't even win the championship. Or you can just produce such a terrible shooter, and her performance can make any other shooter mentally collapse."

"That's right." Starkhouse also nodded repeatedly: "She trains for a while, and maybe she can really challenge the Gun King."

"Gun King?" Andy's eyes were full of admiration: "This woman is not the Gun King's apprentice, right?"

"No." Starkhouse replied decisively: "The Gun King also has his own style, which is a fighting style that ignores everything. This woman is decisive, straightforward and neat. But she does not really ignore everything. That temperament cannot be pretended."

"Is that?" Andy asked at Starkhouse, tilting his head, "You said, will the champion be that woman this time?"

"Of course!" Starkhouse gave Andy a blank look: "Looking at her relaxed look, it's probably not a problem to do it three more times and six hundred seconds."

"The other oriental man..."

"Impossible." Starkhouse shook his head repeatedly: "His hands are indeed good, but they are far from enough to surpass that woman. Six hundred seconds is the limit, and it is useless for him to reach this limit. The woman's condition clearly tells everyone that she can fight a protracted battle with any challenger."

The competition continued, and the recruits participating in the competition were far inferior to the first three. Not only did they no longer have a 100% hit rate, but they even had accidental injuries and were hit.

This situation was not beyond everyone's expectations. After all, the initial three of them performed too well. The audience also began to understand that Andy's performance was very exciting, not as bad as they thought.

The competition finally reached the last person, Qin Fen slowly stood up and left the selection of chief.

"Hey, Oriental, come on." Andy cheered up half-jokingly.

Qin Fen stopped, looked back at the two sitting on the ground and said, "I'll win for you."
Chapter completed!