From the way a person holds a gun, you can tell whether he is an experienced shooter or hunter.
Sean made some observations and found that among the twenty-five people participating in the game, more than half of them were obviously used to having guns as companions.
The other eight explorers are obviously more proficient in this way.
Among the explorers, the "Bounty Town Robber" fulfilled Sean's bad premonition to a certain extent——
That damn "robber", one of the three Queens competing, the way he held the gun... as if the gun was an organ growing on his body.
"We can't compete with him directly." Sean thought as he waded in the mud, trying to stay as far away from the gunman as possible.
Obviously, other explorers also have this understanding. Unlike those ordinary people who are ignorant, they are all scattered far away from the "robbers".
"No. 7, his number is No. 7."
Sean wanted to get as close to the edge as possible, and while he was still struggling to pull his calf out of the mud, he was shocked by what he saw inadvertently, and his pupils instantly enlarged——
He saw a skeleton's face floating faintly among the trees in the distance.
His blank eyes were directed at Sean.
"Damn..." I cursed in my mind, "I didn't see his voice just now, how did he get there?"
Soon, the skeletons engraved with rows of runes disappeared into the woods.
"Number 13." Sean frowned, and the ominous feeling rising in his heart was like the mist rising from the wetland...
Everyone seemed to have found a satisfactory position, and the surroundings became quiet.
Sean looked around, and through the thick fog, he could see figures scattered around.
"Like a ghost in the swamp..." The night fog wet his coat, making Sean feel the cold invading his clothes.
He turned to look at Olivia.
The finely crafted girl's misty red pupils were shimmering. She was so alert, like a fox born and raised in the jungle.
People who hold candles will actually give themselves a sense of security.
"The excited water hounds ran into the forest like wild horses..." The sound from the horn became sticky due to moisture.
Sean heard the sound of animals running quickly across the wetland. He turned his head and vaguely saw a shadow moving quickly.
"They seem to have finally discovered the uninvited visitor."
There was a sound of flapping wings.
"Duck hunting season has begun!"
Sean hadn't seen a single duck before.
But at this moment, among the reeds, in the woods, and in the wetlands, wild ducks suddenly took off, reflecting the moonlight because their bodies were wet.
No time to think about anything else...
Sean raised the Springfield Carbine, not realizing that his mind calmed down in an instant.
Gunshots were fired, but none of them hit the one Sean was targeting.
The distance is about thirty meters.
Wind direction, northwest, light breeze.
It doesn’t require much advance…
Pull the trigger.
boom!
The first time I activated this veteran's gun, I don't know whether it was because of the magic that was still in effect or because of the design. The recoil was surprisingly small, and the gun flame seemed to be stained with a little bit of holy paleness...
Sean could almost hear the bullet slicing through the air, like a knife slicing through a curtain.
There was a dull and short sound, and the wild duck fell to the ground.
Sean was about to continue shooting when, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed lines of text glowing with green light emerging from the dark night sky.
Those words seemed to have passed through the fog and were imprinted in everyone's pupils.
No. 7, 2.
No. 24, 1.
No. 19, 1...
"It's the ranking list." Without paying too much attention to the green text, Sean turned his carbine toward the sky and aimed at the second prey.
Gunshots rang out one after another in the wetland. Four of the six bullets in a magazine were embedded in the duck's body.
Sean is quite satisfied with this hit rate.
Between reloads, Sean glanced at the leaderboard above his head.
No. 7, 6.
No. 24, 4.
No. 15, 4.
…
"I'm ranked second. The Bounty Town robbers have already hunted six."
Sean tilted his head, and the ectoplasm quickly took out the bullet clip from the invisible stomach bag and stuffed it into the magazine.
At this time, not far away, a man who was quite conceited about his duck hunting skills was staring at Sean with the number 24 written on his back.
Like the leaderboard in the sky, the numbers on the backs of the contestants cannot be obscured.
When he was still thinking about how these explorers could be so accurate, he saw...
The magazine that appeared out of nowhere actually slipped into the gun in the hand of the explorer.
He shook his head, suddenly having an answer in his heart. He kind of wanted to quit the game because of this.
The ducks in the forest kept flying up and were shot down by the roaring guns.
A duck flew by in a panic at low altitude. Under the moonlight, a pair of slender legs drew a graceful arc, and the sharp blade under its feet split the duck in half.
The force is so exquisite and the blade is so sharp that the person being cut does not even know that he is dead, but still flaps his wings in vain twice to pull his body away.
Looking at the wild ducks that kept falling and flying up again, Olivia had some absurd associations at this moment——
It seems that the birds that are constantly flying in this cursed forest are birds that cannot die, but desperately want to leave this place.
Although they were riddled with bullet holes and covered in blood, they still opened their rotten eyes wide, flapped their incomplete wings, and wanted to escape.
But the roaring guns were brought back to the earth again and again...
Some people were convinced that there were not enough wild ducks in the area where they were standing, and began to shift positions in the mist.
You can hear the greasy and hollow sound of the mud as he pulls out his calf, as well as the sound of his breathing becoming heavy due to tension and the huge amount of exercise.
And all of this is not as obvious as the green fluorescent numbers on his back.
Sean turned around, looked at the glowing numbers on Olivia's back, and frowned suspiciously.
Due to the invisible stomach bag and Sean's pre-mission habits, the bullet tube is enough.
He inserted the bullet into the carbine whose barrel was already a little hot again.
26.
Still ranked second behind the 28 robbers.
As soon as he loaded the bullet and raised the barrel again, Sean heard a very strange sound.
It was like the sound of countless bones rubbing against each other.
Looking away from the quasi-xin for a moment, Sean looked in the direction of the sound.
Not far from him, a man with a mustache seemed to hear the strange sound.
He put down the gun in his hand, frowned at the vague shadow in the mist, and stretched his neck slightly forward...
"What is that?" he seemed to be asking the people around him.
However, the people around him, including Sean, didn’t know what it was——
A rotten thing, shaped like a scrawny wild duck...
However, its size is very huge, even bigger than an ostrich.
It reminded Sean inexplicably of the restored model of the Dodo he saw in the Royal Museum in Green.
Cluck, cluck.
A sound like the dancing of decaying bones.
"What is that?!" the man with the mustache shouted, but he seemed to have no hope of getting an answer. He had already started to turn around and run away.
Cluck, cluck.
The sound of bones rubbing together came from that huge duck bone.
As if irritated by the man's movements, the strange existence in the wetland staggered up and ran, vibrating its withered and huge wings, and rushed over...
The wings brought up gusts of fishy wind, and the people around him smelled a strong rotten smell.
The giant duck made of bones bit off the head of the escapee in one bite.
"Hunters know that this is a cursed wetland..."
"The ducks who have been killed for many years want revenge...
“Their decaying limbs were spliced together by that will.
"Such a terrifying presence makes poachers with guns flee!"
The huge skeleton completed a revenge, and the strange duck skeleton, which looked like a rough model, turned in the direction of Sean.
"Oh, big thing." Sean gritted his teeth and shook his head, with a threat in his voice, "Don't look at me..."
Duckbill roared angrily, which actually triggered an unpleasant memory from Sean's childhood——
A huge gander roared and charged towards his younger self!
Sean's heart suddenly beat violently, and he suppressed the urge to escape that had nothing to do with reason in his body. His breathing was like a beating bellows. As if he had been prepared for it, he took out a Holy Silver Coin and hung it in front of the gun.
boom!
The white gun flame seemed to ignite the silver coin that contained the power to punish evil, spreading forward a circle of holy halo.
The shimmering bullet penetrated right into the open duck's head, passed through the layers of shadows in the Bone Jungle, and penetrated directly into the dark depths.
Ding!
A little diamond-shaped halo, like a flower of despair, suddenly bloomed in the middle of the darkness.
The bursting power of the Holy Judgment dispelled the evil intentions in the depths.
Immediately afterwards, the huge skeletal structure seemed to be spit out from the depths of the beast's throat, and the remaining kinetic energy rushed towards Sean with the scattered skeleton.
The bronze-bone umbrella gently spun out of a shield wall, and the skeleton spread out in all directions like a river hitting a rock.
Behind the shield wall is a blue mask, and under the mask is an eye with a dangerous light:
"I told you, big guy. Don't look my way...
"You should take my advice."
