The remaining three were stunned.

Zoe spoke, “I really don’t want to help?”

Wu Jin's round eyes were bright and bright: "Don't worry."

Zoe nodded. It was only less than 1:00 p.m., and the Closson base was empty. The shooting training room that was full before the first round of knockout match was displayed on the terminal as "not made an appointment".

Zoe thought a little: "Little Witch, do you want to go to the shooting range now?"

The second underground floor of the North Tower, the shooting range is empty and uninhabited.

The moment Wu Jin aimed at the submachine gun sight, Zoe showed a slightly surprised expression and turned around and exchanged glances with Wen Lin.

The submachine gun is different from the heavy machine gun commonly used by Wu Jin. The gun body is light and has little recoil, and the medium and long distance suppression is insufficient - the main reason is the bullet specifications.

The warhead is light and the effective range is less than 200 meters, and the ballistic parabola is significantly different.

Wu Jin started to weigh the gun first, fine-tuned the design posture, and shot the first 2 ring on the static target.

Zoe noticed that Wu Jin's gaze height was not flush with the quasi-centeredness—but was at the top tangent of the bullet parabola.

Wu Jin did not shoot immediately, but slowly adjusted his shoulders and arms.

In his slightly narrowed vision, the cold Chen color in the training room faded away, as if he was still in an air gun shooting range, and the flowing air was wiped out from a hot arc by the ballistic trajectory—

The gunshots roared again.

Sixth Ring Road.

Caesar, who was squatting beside him, suddenly jumped up and applauded Wu Jin warmly: "Little Wu can do this wave--"

Zoe quickly pulled him back: "Shut up and don't make a noise."

Wu Jin woke up instantly from the immersion state just now, and his heart was shifting between the fifth and sixth rings. When the training bullet was finished, he turned around and was relieved to see Zoe's eyes.

"Not bad." The white moonlight sniper finally nodded.

After Wu Jin and Caesar left, Zoe handed a cigarette to his assistant. The two of them were very comfortable in the training room while the trainees had not yet gathered.

"The little witch is good, she is not accurate enough, and her sense of guns is following." Zoe said: "Practice for another two weeks, and when the official shooting skills assessment is over, I will see how those black guys are slapped in the face."

Wenlin smiled.

After a long time, Zoe whispered again: "Captain... Team Lin may not be in good shape. This time, the group stage mistakes were frequent, and Bai Yueguang did not qualify. There was also the deputy team--"

Wen Lin nodded, knowing that what he was talking about was the last game of the group stage of the White Moonlight Star League when he was reviewing the review before. The deputy team Chen Xiruan made a mistake in the pre-sight, and the captain Lin Jue was sniped while grabbing the spot.

"It's not the deputy team." Wen Lin suddenly said: "The one who made a mistake was Team Lin, and the backcourt command made a mistake in predicting the prediction. The deputy team's pre-aiming and sniper misaligned is to steal the blame."

Zoe was stunned, and the cigarette butt stuck between her fingers almost fell.

Twin Towers North Tower. After a short vacation, the trainees' dormitory finally resumed the noisy.

It was already midsummer and the sun was scorching in the sky.

Wu Jin carried the box and Caesar to open the door of Nanta 701, and the refreshing cool breeze was sent out from the cracks of the door.

Caesar stretched out his head and looked: "Has the air conditioner been installed? The black-hearted program team is finally willing to spend money again?!"

The silver-blue temperature control device is hung in the middle of the living room, with a huge sponsor trademark of 72 font size sticking below—

"The first game of the knockout match sponsor XX Biotechnology Company's indoor constant temperature control system."

Both Caesar and Wu Jin's expressions were staggering.

The scenes during the game are still vivid in my mind and leave a deep psychological shadow. It seems that geothermal heat will simmer and burn in the next moment.

However, the Closson Show obviously did not care about the players' mental health.

The biotech company made a big profit in the live broadcast of the knockout round and quickly renewed its three-month advertising contract with Closson Show.

——As long as the camera is pushed into the dormitory, it is guaranteed to capture its indoor air conditioners, trademarks, and No. 72 font promotional slogans.

"Fortunately, they were not sponsored by their second knockout match." Caesar threw off the box and kicked it under the bed with a clang: "Which new sponsor is coming from?"

Wu Jin held the newly released training manual and posted a poke on the cover of imitation parchment with hot paint. It was two weeks later that the second round of elimination of the funder: "Alivi Technology..."

Caesar looked confused: "I haven't heard of it."

Wu Jin quickly checked the terminal and held it up and read it aloud: "Alivi Technology, mainly engaged in interstellar long-distance transportation, bulk cargo connection...Civil elevators, pet consignment..."

Caesarton felt a big deal: "What are these things - how to compare the next game?!"

After hundreds of years of evolution of form, every battle royale show is a carefully designed work of art.

The sponsor decides the material for the artwork, the program team conducts design, contestants' performance, scenes and commentary together form an artistic interpretation.

The second knockout match of Closson Show is obviously related to the main business direction of Alive Technology.

Wu Jin thought for a moment and shook his head.

There is too little known information given at present.

According to previous experience, the program team will continue to give clues in the courses for the next two weeks and publish the map before the game.

Then, after asking the question, Caesar threw it behind his head and looked at a pink cake-shaped object hanging on the door.

XX beauty camera special fill light mirror.

Caesar: “…”

The door of the room next to it suddenly opened, Bo Chuanhuo held up a selfie stick and walked out, lowered his voice, sinking his breath in his dantian, and the pretentious male god voice was broadcasting live to fans.

"I took two days off. Well? Babies want to watch me start broadcasting during the holidays? OK, but..."

"Ah, thank you Miss XX for the big sword you gave me! Thank you for the 10 big swords you gave me - now there are 20!! Babies, I shout 321, let's put a wave of 666 [Close Fists] for this Miss XX together, okay! Everyone is in a neat formation and let the new visitors to the live broadcast room see the strength of our Bo family army!!"

While Bo Chuanhuo was broadcasting live, he casually pulled off the fill light mirror hanging on the wall, and installed it on the selfie stick in a familiar way.

Before leaving, he pushed open the dormitory door, suddenly turned slightly and turned back—

Caesar Wu Jin, who was already stunned, looked shocked.

Bo Chuanhuo looked straight at Wu Jin, and his peach blossom eyes suddenly moved and he whispered: "I'll leave first. Xiao Wu, wait for me tonight."

Wu Jin's back froze and his hair was creepy.

The moment the door was closed, Caesar closed his mouth and his face was distorted.

The straight man in a steely state, the thin Chuanhuo in front of him is almost comparable to the alien insect egg that was stomped by him in a certain game:

"Damn this slut... the thief is polluting the environment. You'll be gaying before leaving. Don't be afraid, little witch, I'll be guarding you in the room next to you tonight. If he dares to treat you, I'll smash him over with a chair!!"

Caesar turned around and thought: "Little Witch, you are in the same group as him in the knockout stage?"

Wu Jin nodded: "Yes, Bo... Senior Bo is very good, and even gave me a gun..."

Caesar was heartbroken: "What's a gun? Xiao Wu, don't be fooled by him. I'll give him two more players next time. Let's not get involved with him!" After pausing, he asked again: "Little Wu, are you very familiar with him?"

Wu Jin thought about it and shook his head hesitantly.

He also met Senior Bo once before his vacation.

When I went up to thank me, the other party's reaction was neither salty nor light, and it was barely considered a nodding friend.

What was said just now - obviously very strange.

The Closson Show left the rest time for trainees until five o'clock in the afternoon.

The second knockout match is a team competition. Before the training begins, trainees must conduct their first position selection assessment that night.

After Wu Jin finished supper, he took the number and went to the training room to wait in line.

The corridor was full of trainees waiting for the selection and evaluation. Some were practicing tactics to avoid, some were reciting the Moss code, some crawling forward on the ground, and some were fingering in the void and gunning.

Wu Jin was deeply moved.

Before traveling through time, memories of performing artist position evaluations in economic companies surged in. At that time, he was still a powerful main dancer, but now...

The two drama clubs walked out of the training room and rubbed the messy trainees standing in a row, announcing the evaluation criteria.

"There are evaluation rooms in front of you with numbers 0~6, representing different selection items. Please look at your number. Divided by 7, the remainder is your first evaluation category..."

The trainees were in a mess and rushed towards the doors with different numbers. In the hustle and bustle, Wu Jin seemed to hear Caesar pulling someone in the distance: "Hey, brother, please help me get rid of it. What is the remainder of my number to 7..."

The drama staff stared at Caesar for a long time and whispered to his colleague: "How many players are there? Why don't we deduct 5 points for him first..."

Wu Jin squeezed around among a group of muscled men and finally found his own evaluation waiting area.

A label was posted on the door of the training room: "Investigation position. Assessment items, map memorization, form prediction. Vision of the left and right eyes..."

Wu Jin took advantage of the door not opening yet, and quickly prepared quietly - eye exercises.

A sudden laugh came from the side, and Closen Show's mentor Xue Ge came over.

Xue Ge, a veteran of the Battle Royale Show who retired 20 years ago, was the earliest reconnaissance position in the Blue Division. He led the team to the semi-finals of the Interstellar League for the first time.

"Little Witch, I played well last week." Xue Ge said, and took out the folder given by the program team: "When Bai Yueguang signed up for you, he said that your position was from the C position?"

Wu Jin quickly stopped and rubbed Jingming's acupoint, and the ears turned red: "Thank you, teacher, no... don't choose the C position..."

"Young people, it's a good thing to be ambitious." Xue Ge encouraged him and led the person into the training room: "Okay, come on one by one."

Ten minutes later, Wu Jin walked out of the training room panting and the door closed.
To be continued...