If you have time to wander around, it is better to try to improve your strength before entering the next copy, rather than seeing the timid and flattering those who are stronger than you, and seeing what you can deal with, and being arrogant.

Tang Jiumin was too lazy to communicate with such low-intelligent creatures, but it was noon and was about to go for a rest.

After Brother Hong finished yelling, he didn't see Tang Jiumin being afraid or apologizing. The other party seemed too lazy to take care of others. He was planning to pack up and leave now.

Suddenly, Brother Hong felt very unhappy with the other party's attitude, which was completely different from his anticipated fear.

I got hundreds of thought crystals in my first nightmare, and I am an absolute strong man among the newcomers. Forget those perverts, this newcomer even looks down on him?

"snort."

Brother Hong suddenly let go of the woman, then brushed and pulled out a pistol.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

...

After several consecutive sounds, all the five empty wine bottles that Tang Jiumin had not had time to take away were smashed by bullets.

It can be seen that Brother Hong has two brushes.

As the initiator, Brother Hong walked out and pointed the gun at Tang Jiumin, and the head of the gun was directly pressed against Tang Jiumin's head.

He was very disdainful and said to Tang Jiumin contemptuously: "Idiot, who allows you to look at you Brother Hong with this expression? Ah? He has been brave enough to eat Xiongxin!"

Tang Jiumin looked at the person in front of him coldly.

I stayed in the camp for seven and a half days. Not to mention anything else, Tang Jiumin could still see the difference between the elderly and the new ones in the camp, not to mention that these people just said that they had only been in the camp for four days.

A group of newcomers who arrived at the camp after him.

During this period, Tang Jiumin had already figured out some of the situation in the camp. For example, every morning, there would be a train at the camp station and bringing more than a dozen new people.

At noon, another train will come to pick up a group of people who are heading for the nightmare.

This group of people is better than most newcomers these days. At least they can buy good hot weapons as soon as they come, and the guy named Brother Hong in front of them dares to waste bullets.

Their thought crystals are more abundant than other newcomers. Correspondingly, these guys are more arrogant than other newcomers.

On the other side, Brother Hong was even more unhappy to find that he clearly pointed his pistol at his head, but the other party still had an expression of unmovable facial paralysis, and he could not see any fear.

Could this guy be paralyzed? Brother Hong couldn't help but have such suspicion at this moment.

However, Tang Jiumin just calmly thought about how to fight back.

He doesn't have any hot weapons on his body at this moment, and the speed of the gun is faster than that of the cold weapons. How can he subdue the opponent with one blow and take away the hot weapons that threaten him?

Just then.

A black shadow flashed before Tang Jiumin's eyes.

The moment the black shadow flashed, Tang Jiumin felt the pistols pressing against his head separate, and then heard a sound similar to a whip sucking on his body.

Immediately afterwards, the guy who was extremely arrogant to him was suddenly pulled away from a distance.

"Tsk, I said it was a garbage thing, it turned out to be your pussy."

Tang Jiumin heard someone scolding, but turned his head to look at the side. He was a little surprised, but he felt that it was in line with the other party's temper.

The person who came was the man with a buzz cut when Tang Jiumin met when he got off the train. Today, this person was dressed in a coquettish set, with a casual red and green dress, short-sleeved shorts, and a pair of black slippers.

The other party was holding a cigarette in his mouth, which seemed to be walking here.

"Ph." The man with a buzz cut spit out a mouthful of phlegm, slapping out the cigarette butts, and walked to the guy who was being pumped by him.

The man with a buzz cut seemed to have a hobby of stepping on someone's face. He slowly raised his foot and then stepped heavily on Brother Hong's face.

Brother Hong only dared to groan and even dared not speak. He also discovered that the man who pulled him away was actually a buzz-haired man, the subordinate of the boss of the camp.

"Look, look."

The man with a buzz cut was amazed, and his face showed a very disgusting expression.

"A few days later, the coward who didn't dare to let go when he got off the bus actually came to the camp to act arrogantly?"

"You are so capable that you are so arrogant in front of me. Why are you like a dog at that time? It's the same as when you have the ability to meet strong and weak people, don't be timid!"

"What a dog thing!"

"Trump, there is a rat shit like you in the camp. Fuck you, I really want to kill you with one punch!"

The buzzing man stepped on Brother Hong and insulted him. However, the dramatic thing is that Brother Hong didn't even dare to say a word and let the buzzing man step on the buzzing man step on the insult.

It was completely different from his arrogant look at Tang Jiumin just now, just like a buzz-haired man scolding him, which was very ridiculous.

"Get out! There is no planting thing. You should thank this broken place. You can't kill people in the camp. But if I see you making trouble next time, I will castrate you directly!"

The man with a buzz cut only raised his foot after scolding him.

Brother Hong hurriedly got up, nodding and bowing to the buzz-cut man, while retreating, and retreating directly to the group of people who came with him. The six of them fled like a flood of beasts behind him.

A group of minions.

Seeing this, the buzzing man couldn't help but curse and turned around to leave. At this time, the buzzing man naturally saw Tang Jiumin behind him. He saw that the other party was holding a slingshot and many steel balls.

The man with a buzz cut looked at Tang Jiumin a few times, and he could see what Tang Jiumin was practicing.

So, the man with a buzz cut said meaningfully, "Oh, I thought I was an honest person, but it seems that you are lucky. As soon as you come, someone who knows how to teach you."

Tang Jiumin's expression moved, but the man with a buzz cut only left this sentence and left. He had no intention of continuing to explain, and he did not want to continue talking to Tang Jiumin.

Originally, Tang Jiumin wanted to ask carefully why people could not be killed in the camp, and he had to leave.

In the next few days, Tang Jiumin continued to go to the training ground to practice his correct head.

In fact, on the eighth day, Tang Jiumin originally planned to push back five meters in sequence, ten meters... until within fifty meters. He planned to practice at such a distance.

In order to maintain a hit rate at a longer distance.

However, after meeting a man with a buzz cut, Tang Jiumin suddenly realized something he hadn't realized before.

Maybe there is no chance to aim from a long distance. The enemies you face will be very fast in the future, and the reaction time you will be left for yourself will be less.

So, for the rest of the time, Tang Jiumin started to improve from five meters again, and his goal was to hit the lid with steel balls.

However, this time, Tang Jiumin put out a total of thirty bottles and limited the time. He used less aiming time than before to practice shooting, that is, shooting without aiming.

After seven days in a row, by the 14th day, Tang Jiumin's score had become thirty bottles, and within four and a half minutes, all hit the bottle caps.

Because it's all estimated, you can only hit once every nine seconds on average, which is not very good. Tang Jiumin specially calculated the hit rate, about 10%.

But this means that within nine seconds, Tang Jiumin's shooting number can reach ten times.

This rate of fire is not much worse than that of a pistol.

Moreover, 10% is just the value of the hit bottle cap, but if you only look at the accuracy of the hit bottle, it reaches 70%.

Faced with this achievement, Tang Jiumin expressed satisfaction. As long as he continues to exercise like this, he can cause damage that is no less than the pistol in a short time with the special projectiles from five to thirty meters.

And it was on this day that the ticket in Tang Jiumin's backpack officially turned red, and there was a line of text that had not been previously written on it.
Chapter completed!