diskusbooks Chapter 169 Do you have any opinions?
Chapter 169 Do you have any opinions?
"This is a shooting competition, explosives are prohibited!"
"Can't you be flexible? I promise not to use my explosive power again!"
Dekker held up four fingers and assured the old man.
"Can't!"
The race continued, but De Carr was forced to leave the ship.
"Don't be sad. You won't be able to hit the target even if I ask you to continue!"
Carmen patted Decar's shoulder and comforted him.
"roll roll roll!"
Decar brushed Carmen away like a fly and walked sullenly to Ronald's side.
"Is it too late to bet now?"
Ronald looked up at Dekal and shook his head.
"Of course not!"
Just as Decartes was about to argue, a series of gunshots rang out.
Looking in the direction of the gunshot, I saw Hitlon standing on the mast of the ship, his right hand turned into a Gatling gun, and he was firing wildly in the direction of the Steel Eagle.
"What the hell is this?"
"Isn't this considered a foul?"
"It shouldn't count, right?"
"By the way, what kind of gun is this? Is it so powerful?"
The powerful firepower of the Gatling gun immediately attracted the attention of the crowd, even though Hitler had not yet killed a steel eagle.
After ten minutes of exhilarating shooting, Hitlon collapsed powerlessly on the deck, happily achieving a record of zero kills.
Although he didn't kill a single armored eagle, it didn't matter. He had a lot of fun anyway.
Half of the sun had already set in the sea, and there were only a dozen minutes left before the end of the game.
The frequency of gunshots has decreased. After all, not everyone is like Hitlon who doesn't use bullets and doesn't care about accuracy.
Sweat had already started to flow from Jalen Green's head, and the highly concentrated shooting consumed a lot of his energy.
He has killed sixteen Steel Eagles so far, but he is still not the first.
Beckman held a cigar in his mouth and skillfully changed the bullets in his gun.
He took a look at the group of armored eagles and fired a shot.
boom!
This seemingly random bullet passed through the water curtain and accurately hit a diving steel eagle.
"Beckman, twenty points!"
The powerful voice excited everyone watching.
"Twenty, remember the last time the God of Hunting killed twenty Steel Eagles?"
"Two dark horses have emerged this time. I feel like Beckman is the Hunting God this time!"
"That kid named Jalen Green is the scariest, right? How old is he?"
"........."
The audience's cheers undoubtedly brought more pressure to other contestants, especially Black Gun Toth.
When he thought of how he had ridiculed Dekar and the others in the tavern, he felt his face burning.
Sweat soaked his face and even blurred his vision.
Wiping his sweat off his forehead, he looked at Jalen Green who was concentrating on shooting.
Thinking that he had lived for more than 30 years but was still not as good as a little kid, he suddenly became angry, turned around, and was about to pull the trigger.
"Go to hell——"
Before he could utter the word "ba", a powerful pressure descended upon him, causing his body to fall uncontrollably.
boom!
The bullet went off track and landed in the sea.
"Bloodstained-Shadow Kill!"
Zell, who saw Jalen Green being shot a second in advance, had a gloomy face and his body disappeared instantly, leaving only a bloody shadow.
Bang!
Before everyone could react, Toth's body was slashed hundreds of times and exploded into a bloody mist.
"Dad!"
Jalen Green turned around and saw Zel with a gloomy face.
Zel flicked the bloodstained thing, put it back into the system space, and looked at Jalen Green.
"It's okay, there's a blind guy, you continue the game."
Ze'er's tone was gentle, as if nothing had happened.
At the same time, the old man on the green boat also came over, his cloudy eyes full of shock.
"Any comments, Two-Pistol Derek?"
Zel turned his gaze to Derek, his tone calm but full of unquestionable determination.
"Of course, he has it all his own way."
Derek's eyes widened in shock when he heard Zel call out his name, but he quickly calmed down.
At this moment, five other elderly people who did not need their results recorded jumped onto the green boat.
One of the fat old men said, "Derrick, what happened?"
As he spoke, the fat old man placed his hand on the flintlock rifle at his waist.
"It's okay, it's just that a blind guy died."
Derek shook his hands behind his back, signaling them not to say anything more.
"Gunfire Frey, Trick Lance Klaus, Ripper Nolan, Thunder Lance Grind, Shadow Lance Kari, the five leaders of the Machine Gun Pirates."
Zel looked at the five people in front of him with interest and calmly said their names.
"Who are you and what do you want with us?"
Frey asked with a serious expression.
Zel was very surprised to see their reaction. He thought his name was already very famous.
"It seems you've been in seclusion for too long, and you no longer care about what's happening on the sea."
Zell shook his head and continued.
"I'm just passing by here. It has nothing to do with you. You don't have to worry about anything."
The six of them looked at each other for a while, and then Derek came out.
"I wonder if your Excellency would be interested in a drink? Let us atone for our negligence."
After seeing Zel's strength, Derek didn't want to be enemies with Zel.
Not to mention that their strength has declined significantly after so many years of retirement, even if he was in his prime, he didn't think he could take Zel's sword.
"Let's talk about it after the game."
Zel didn't refuse and walked back to the island leisurely with his moon steps.
They looked at each other, said nothing, and returned to the island.
But they went back in a small boat, which was a lot less impressive.
…………
When the sun completely set, the excited fish stopped moving, the noisy sea surface calmed down, and the armored eagle circling in the sky reluctantly returned to the forest.
The Steel Eagle tribe suffered many casualties, but they were insignificant compared to their numbers.
As long as they have another year of recuperation, the population may increase next year.
"Beckman, I didn't expect you to be so strong!"
Descartes jumped up and patted Beckman on the shoulder, impressed by his powerful shooting skills.
"Really? But I feel like your brother is even scarier."
Although he won the final victory, he didn't think it was a big deal.
Except for Dekal who was forced out and Citron who was just having fun, Keisha and Jalen Green performed well.
Especially Jalen Green, who had only five fewer kills than him.
If it were in the previous God Hunting Competition, he would basically be the best winner.
"I won't lose next time. I'll give you the title of Hunting God."
Jalen Green touched the sniper rifle in his hand and continued.
"In that case, you can just call yourself 'Hunterman'!"
Hearing Jalen Green's words, Beckman's mouth twitched and he was choked by the cigar.