Chapter 212 Mental Breakdown, the Big Shot's Identities Layer Upon Layer [3 Updates]
Yes, there is a shooting game that simulates real-life weapons such as guns and crossbows, making them game equipment.
The members of the Hidden Alliance are also human beings, with emotions and desires, and naturally they have all played this globally popular survival game.
Many members even have high ranks in the game, but they only play casually in their spare time and never take it seriously.
This shooting game uses Unreal Engine 4, and its graphics, maps, sound effects, and shooting feel are all very realistic, ensuring that players can have a truly authentic experience.
No matter how realistic a game is, it's still fake.
These are real guns and ammunition, how can you compare them to a video game?
In the game, you can hit the enemy by pressing a few keys at will.
In reality, if someone is physically weak, they might not even be able to fire a single bullet, and their bones could be fractured.
This shop is the island's general equipment depot and is very famous.
Even the top hunters on the leaderboard will purchase their equipment here.
But no one has ever thought that they could use a few pieces of equipment in real life just because they heard the names of some equipment in the game.
Yunshan frowned and glanced at the young man.
Oh, I don't know him.
That means he's not a big shot.
"What does it matter to you whether our young lady can assemble them or not?" Yunshan rolled her eyes. "Even if she can't, these are hers, not yours. You live by the sea, why are you meddling in other people's business?"
The young man was speechless, momentarily embarrassed and annoyed: "So what? She used them, she was just wasting these guns."
Only three of the new R45s were purchased.
He couldn't even make an appointment, let alone buy one.
Those who can pick up goods directly from the store are all big shots.
"Even if he were blind, let alone not blind, our young master would just throw him in the ditch and you wouldn't be able to get him out." Yunshan snorted. "Miss Ying, please wait a moment. I'll go find the young master right away. You can keep an eye on things for now, and the parts will be delivered to you in a bit."
Ying Zijing nodded slightly: "Thank you for your help."
"No trouble at all," Yunshan said. "It's my pleasure to serve you."
After saying that, he left through the back door to find Fu Yunshen.
The other guests then turned their attention away.
Only the young people who had been mocked by Yunshan still had unfriendly looks in their eyes.
"Who is that?" his companion asked, approaching curiously. "She doesn't recognize any of these things, how did she get in?"
"It's all about connections, what else can it be?" The young man shrugged. "He's just average-looking, I don't know who has such bad taste."
“A lot of people have come to the island recently,” his companion said. “The new members are getting weaker and weaker.”
The young man said sarcastically, "That's why I say the good things are all obtained through back channels, while those who are truly capable get nothing."
**
In just five minutes, Yunshan returned.
Fu Yunshen also returned this time.
Because he was disguised, the other customers in the shop didn't recognize him.
But they also knew that there were only a handful of people who could get the latest stock directly from the shop owner without making an appointment.
"Parts." Fu Yunshen looked up and gestured for Yunshan to put down the box he was carrying. "I've picked out some for you."
He then took out a few more sheets of paper: "Drawings."
Ying Zijing took the blueprints, looked at them for a few seconds, and had already sketched out the positions of all the parts in her mind.
She picked up the R45, twirled it in her hand, and slowly removed the outer casing.
This move caused many people in the store to gasp in surprise.
The equipment they couldn't even get their hands on was just dismantled like that.
Do you really think this is a game?
The young man from before couldn't stand it any longer, so he walked over and sneered, "You've ruined a good gun. I'd like to see what kind of junk you can assemble."
Fu Yunshen raised his eyelashes.
Yunshan immediately took out the new P92 and pointed it at the young man: "Quiet down and shut your mouth."
Whether out of curiosity, heartache, or some other reason, the remaining guests also gathered around.
The girl disassembled the R45 at a slower pace, gradually increasing the speed, as if she were calculating something while doing so.
It only took thirty seconds to completely disassemble the R45.
Then, she started picking parts from the parts box, replacing a few, and began to reassemble.
Among those who come to purchase equipment, there are naturally some who know about guns.
The guests' expressions shifted from nonchalant to increasingly serious.
Yunshan also jumped up suddenly, his eyes wide open.
Three minutes later, R45 was reassembled.
It's a little lighter and smaller than before, but the changes aren't noticeable.
"The testing area is in the back." Fu Yunshen stood up. "Come on, little one, I'll take you there."
The two went out one after the other.
The young people, of course, wouldn't let such a good opportunity pass them by, and quickly followed.
Behind it is a large shooting range with many targets, making it convenient to test firearms.
Ying Zijing gripped the reassembled R45 and aimed it at the sky.
She didn't even look up; she just pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
A loud bang.
Those who followed instinctively looked up at the sky.
However, one second, two seconds... fifteen seconds passed, and there was no reaction.
The young man couldn't help but retort sarcastically, "Are you firing blanks?"
Not long after he finished speaking, a dark shadow suddenly fell from the sky.
This is a bird.
It landed on the ground with a "thud," head and paws facing down.
It was obviously hit.
"..."
Instantly, the surroundings fell into dead silence.
The young man stared in disbelief at the bird on the ground, his composure crumbling in an instant.
My face was burning with pain.
Yunshan's brain also crashed.
Because I've been to many places with Fu Yunshen, including but not limited to tropical rainforests, swamps, deserts, and uninhabited areas.
Therefore, knowledge gained in the wild is essential.
He naturally recognized the bird.
Swift with pointed tail.
The fastest flying bird.
Normally, its flight speed is 170 km/h, but at its fastest, it can reach 352.5 km/h!
The speed of a helicopter is only 300 km/h.
To the naked eye, you can only see a fleeting afterimage of a swift.
Not to mention capturing it.
Moreover, they almost never land; they spend all their time in the sky.
It was flying very high, and the R45's range was far from sufficient.
No hunter can shoot down a swift with just an R45.
"I adjusted the range a bit, not bad." Ying Zijing blew on the muzzle and put the R45 into its matching pistol bag. "I'll pick it up and grill it for dinner tonight."
After thinking for a moment, she said again, "It seems a bit small. We'll catch some more fish later."
"Hmm, someone will go fishing." Fu Yunshen suddenly smiled. "The seafood here is quite good. What else would you like to eat?"
"Sea crab." Ying Zijing had specifically looked up food guides in the central area. "The stir-fried version is delicious."
“Crabs are cold in nature, Yaoyao, you—” Fu Yunshen paused, turned his head, and said in a low voice, “Although your period hasn’t come yet, you should still eat less of this kind of thing.”
"..."
Ying Zijing paused for a moment: "You remember the date I was born?"
She didn't even bother to remember it herself.
"How could I forget something so important?" Fu Yunshen didn't say much. He turned his head and tapped the stunned Yunshan. "Remember to have barbecue tonight."
The two of them walked out like that.
Everyone else at the shooting range was still dumbfounded.
Yunwu came out of the equipment room at the back, also carrying several boxes.
This was specially prepared by Fu Yunshen for Ying Zijin for self-defense.
He heard the commotion outside, walked over, and asked, quite puzzled, "Second brother, what are you thinking about?"
“I was thinking—” Yunshan snapped back to reality, then looked at the swift he was carrying, “Luckily it’s not a protected animal, so eating it isn’t illegal.”
"..."
**
Hunter's Zone.
In May, he waited for a long time in front of a barbecue skewer shop and finally spotted the girl.
She jumped up excitedly and waved, "Hey, miss, over here!"
Ying Zijin walked over and generously gave her a glass of iced cola.
"Wow, having soda in the summer is the happiest thing." Fifth Month took a big gulp and burped. "Miss, I've already bought the tickets. We'll be able to go in and watch them compete in a little while."
"My money."
"..."
"Ahem!" Fifth Moon said seriously, "Don't worry, Miss, I will pay you back with interest later."
"It's a small matter, no need," Ying Zijin said calmly. "Remember, do less calculation, and don't calculate unless absolutely necessary."
"I know," May sighed. "I can only calculate it myself. At most, I can calculate people's marriage and career, but I can't handle big things."
Fifth Wind followed slowly behind the two, still wearing his beggar's clothes.
But his appearance was so outstanding that it attracted a lot of attention.
"As expected, there are hunters on the list." Fifth Month pointed to the large screen on the high-rise building, "The Gun God Ranking."
Ying Zijin narrowed her phoenix eyes and looked over.
There is a woman on the screen.
She has long, wavy blonde hair, deep blue eyes, and features typical of an O-type person.
Next to her is her biography.
Rita Bevan, 18 years old
"Tsk tsk, no wonder she was so bold as to post the photos directly, so she's from the Bevan family." Fifth Moon stroked her chin. "I think I know why she came here."
Most hunters conceal their identities, except for those from large families and powerful factions.
Even if they are exposed, few people would dare to touch them unless they can withstand the furious retaliation from these powerful families and forces.
Ying Zijing glanced at it, then looked away: "What?"
"Oh, actually I don't know either, I heard it from my family." Fifth Month finished the last sip of her cola. "They're looking for the number one on the Poison Master list."
Young Master Fu hasn't realized yet that he's not just raising a child anymore, lol.
This is probably my first time writing a contemporary romance novel, and I'm experiencing writer's block to the point of hair loss. I'm worried about my dwindling hair.
With only a few hours left, everyone check if there are any monthly tickets left to cast!
(End of this chapter)
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