Isn't it just a comparison of patience? Ren Xing thought that she could do it. As long as it was not a comparison of her brain, she was not afraid of anything else, let alone just a patience.

However, she suddenly realized that she completely underestimated the tricks that Wu Bird could play.

She followed Wuqi to the suburbs outside the yard, took the telescope handed to her by Wuqi, looked at the two one-yuan coins hanging from two trees fifty meters away in front, and then looked at the two sniper rifles that had been placed under her feet. After Wuqi explained, she understood the rules of the game. The two targeted coins and shot once every six minutes. They could not use any timing tools. If the time was not correct, they would lose. If they did not shoot, they would lose. If they gave up, they would lose.

"cut."

Ren Xing concealed the various MMPs in his heart, and said arrogantly, "It's just such a trick, it's too boring. I thought you had something more fun."

At the same time, he used his feet to pick up the sniper rifle that was mounted on the ground, looking disgusted, "The 88 sniper rifle is not very powerful. You have to have a jso5 style, that's why I deserve it."

But Wu Bi just glanced at her lightly, "What are you doing?" "Go to masturbate?" Then he threw a magazine full of empty bags and threw it to Ren Xing.

A magazine can hold ten bullets, six minutes per day, and this magazine is just enough to last for an hour.

In one hour, according to his estimate, Ren Xing was defeated.

Perhaps, she might not be able to use the second bullet.

Not to mention whether she could hit a small target with a distance of 50 meters, she might not be able to pinch it in the six minutes. It would take a close eye to pinch the interval of each second, then count to 360 times before firing the gun. It was easy for him, but for Ren Xing...

"Hey, you underestimate me, right?"

Ren Xing weighed the magazine in his hand and felt uncomfortable no matter how he looked.

"Master, I tell you, even ten magazines are not enough for me!"

But the bull was bragging and couldn't hide his guilt, so she asked with some curiosity and some tentativeness, "Hey, how long can you last in this situation?"

"I don't know." Wuque told the truth as always. Because he just watched others play this game.

"I don't know? Go!" Ren Xing tightened his nose. In her opinion, this is because the other party is unwilling to brief. But it's right to think about it. They are now in a competitive relationship, and it's understandable that he doesn't brief.

OK, if you don't know, you just don't know, this magazine...

"Give me another ten!" No matter whether you can win or not, you can't be weak in momentum!

Wuque had no choice but to take out another magazine from his military backpack and threw it to Ren Xing. Then, he told the truth, "the last one." He wanted it again, but it was gone.

First, he had never thought of preparing too much, and second, even if he thought about him, he didn't have that magazine at the moment.

But, "It's gone?" Ren Xing, who was a little dissatisfied, suddenly realized, "It turns out that you can only hold on for two hours, so you might as well admit defeat directly. I'll start ten hours..."

But before Ren Xing finished speaking, he saw Wuque walking to her with his backpack and pouring out all the empty bags in the backpack. Suddenly, the bullets in front of her feet piled up into a hill...

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Chapter completed!