Chapter 456 NO.39: The way it used to be.jpg

Author: Gu Xinxuan

Chapter 456 The look before NO.39.jpg

"Please adjust the muzzle downward by 5°. Yes, it's perfect. If you fire like this..."

"Bang!"

Sparks flashed from the muzzle, and the shark-tooth projectile, which was held by someone other than its owner, shot straight into the sky with an ordinary firearm trajectory. A few seconds later, the giant bird suddenly fell in the distance.

Under Bellstarmon's surprised gaze, Miura Bourbon praised Omer in his trademark smooth tone: "The hit was perfect. Master's hand was unexpectedly stable, just like a seasoned sniper."

"Actually, there are some basic shooting skills." Omo put down the 'Lotus Root' and looked at the fall of the bastard bird, then immediately returned it to the Belstarmon. "For the rest... let's rely on 553 to support my skills."

"553?" Bourbon was a little confused.

And Bellstamon looked at his favorite gun that had just been used by his partner in a weird way.

My favorite gun, which has always been used for close combat, was used as a shotgun in the hands of my partner, and it was accidentally hit...

Well, the Ultimate Digimon's weapons are always a bit out of the ordinary. Even if it looks like a double-barreled shotgun, her beloved gun Lotus Root is not incapable of being used at long range. It's just that for Belstamon, that kind of use

The way is neither domineering nor handsome.

Rather than watching her prey fall from a distance, she prefers to get closer and see the extra pairs of holes in its body.

But at this moment, seeing the parrot beast in the distance trying to jump for a buffer, it still fell into the data stream that was out of sight, and exploded countless particles... She didn't think that her partner's shot with no bonus could

Shoot that bastard bird to death.

I'm just a little surprised that my partner's arm can withstand the recoil of his favorite gun and is still so stable when shooting.

It's obvious that he hasn't used his card yet, right?

"Do you want me to touch up?" she asked.

"No, this is just a lesson from that guy trying to intimidate us."

When he thought about how that guy dared to rush over and howl a few minutes ago, but was frightened by the momentum of his raising his hand to signal the evolution of the Witch Beast, and he was so frightened that he had to move away. Omer did not expect to encounter this kind of thing while surfing the Internet with Bourbon.

thing.

It is true that bird-type Digimon have always been more violent, and the minority such as Aguramon (also known as Aquimon) are more intellectual.

But this is not the land of the Digital World, so it is a bit unexpected to encounter such a sudden intrusion of Digimon.

It can only be said that the federal policy is probably too tolerant, allowing these guys to appear in the data world outside their hometown.

"Soak in hot water for five minutes, soak in ice water for five minutes, repeat back and forth three times. This is the way to maintain the feel of the ancient times when e-sports was still limited to keyboard and mouse." Omer was still telling Bourbon what he had mentioned before.

Skill, after all, the curiosity in the child's eyes is always undisguised.

It’s just that it may be difficult for ordinary people to interpret feelings from it.

"Although contemporary e-sports has entered another level, this hand-support plan is still effective."

"Soaking in hot water prevents tenosynovitis and link fatigue, while soaking in ice water maintains nerve response speed. This is a maintenance technique common to all professional circles involving hands."

"A few extreme professionals even water their wrists with ice water on a regular basis, but that feels like over-squeezing before the era of transformation."

"Do I also need to do this kind of homework?"

"No, you need a more standard and precise arm swing, not the rhythm of your fingers."

Homais didn't think there was anything wrong with Bourbon's subconscious idea of ​​applying it to training. He was just correcting the difference in understanding. This made the girl on the side who was so bored that she turned around cast a subtle look at the two of them, but he did not

Continue nonchalantly:

"Athletes who use their legs have another maintenance plan, which may allow you to have a round of leg care and acupressure before the game."

"Isn't it acupuncture?"

"……if you are willing to."

When this topic was brought up, the trainer's expression was a little subtle.

"In fact, I don't really trust the acupuncturist in the college's infirmary. Her reputation among the trainers is not optimistic."

"Understood, it has been written into the memory file."

"It's enough to write a review. The real situation should be witnessed with two eyes." Omer corrected slightly.

"Understood! Annotation added."

"I'm talking about you two idiot trainer Ma Niang," the cowboy girl in black looked at the two of them speechlessly, "We have missed three rounds of large servers. It doesn't matter if you want to talk, but can you change the place?"

"It's easy to be attacked even if you stand still!"

After all, she evolved into Belstamon specifically to serve as a bodyguard. Although she does not reject the traditional relationship of Digimon protecting her partner, she rather likes it. After all, it is natural for a cowboy sister to like to protect her younger brother.

But unfortunately, her partner is not her little brother and does not need her protection.

The real target of protection is Bourbon.

Ma Niang, who didn't have many interactions with this person, still had the impression that she was "as dumb as an Andulu beast", but it didn't matter if she stayed a little longer, not to mention that the other party seemed to be quite talented in shooting - she just adjusted the angle directly through dictation.

In this way, his partner shot down the parrot beast that was more than a thousand meters away in mid-air.

The latter has not made any move yet, probably because he does not dare to retaliate.

She has been patrolling the surrounding area. In this public network field, there are ever-changing data channels, and there are countless passing network borrowers.

There were many passers-by who stopped to cast glances at her, her partner, and Bourbon, which made her feel very disgusted.

But at this moment, she heard her partner's answer:

"It's convenient for the other party to confirm our coordinates right here, Bellstarmon."

"We don't need to join those servers, we just need to stand in the most conspicuous public area and wait for a door to open."

"How long will that take?"

"It may take a few minutes, or it may be over if it takes longer."

"Then how long do we have to wait?"

Even though the dark mask covered half of her face, the girl's three eyes showed the same disgust.

"Five minutes, five minutes can still allow Morrison to confirm Chaldea's new announcement - oh, here it comes."

Omo said, looking at the data door that suddenly opened in front of his eyes. The three connected diamond-shaped Chaldean logos on it were quite obvious.

So he waved to Bourbon and Bellstarmon:

"Madam, madam, let's follow."

——

"Cool! There are even cards for Jayden and Jinguguqiao!"

"Look at this, Behemoth who just finished recharging his batteries in the gospel class!"

"Oooo!!!"

"And this, the monster Gomora that is loved by children! I also have a version of Mecha Gomora!"

"Cool!"

In Chaldea's Internet Guest Room, although Morgan and El-Melloi II still maintained their original seats on the left and right, a certain Master who was supposed to be sitting in the middle had already moved closer to the guest opposite.

"He told me that he would go back to his old self in about a week." Morgan said expressionlessly.

"Not using it for a day is also a great reward, Lady."

El-Melloi II tried hard to suppress his stomachache.
Chapter completed!