But they were not up to them to decide the distribution of the team, and the interference of external forces did not play much of a role in it, and in the end the team became like this, and the complaints of Berbera and Riel never stopped on the road. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Most of the things and things that don't agree with each other have thrown the blame on Frey, and from the birth of the three, Frey doesn't have a slight advantage in identity.

"We won't be staying here for long, and we won't go too deep into the front base of the Saint Dorag Empire, it's too dangerous. Riel had already put down the binoculars at this time, the other party was just an ordinary young soldier, and Baibella alone could solve it perfectly. The gun she had in her hand was a good thing, very expensive and, to some extent, a firearm that money couldn't buy. It is not a standard sniper rifle, it has undergone specific modifications, and all the parts have been replaced with top-of-the-line colors. And before coming here, the performance of the sniper rifle in all aspects has also been personally adjusted by Babela's sister, and I heard that it took a lot of time to make it a specially tailored weapon for Babela.

Baibeila's sister is very strong, especially in the sniper area, and she is very talented. And in terms of firearm modification, there are also those high-level technicians in it. The firearm can be adjusted by her hand, not to mention that the power will be enhanced for no reason, but the comfort and stability of use will be much better.

It's impossible not to be envious, Riel is also a person who likes this type of firearm, but he doesn't have enough money. Although he also has a good family, among the heirs of the family in the same period, he is not the one who shines brightly, he can only be said to be a decent person, and all the configurations and resources are ordinary. He wanted to buy some sophisticated weapons and equipment, but he was not willing to spend so much money. The school provided standard weapons to use and take at will, and he felt that if he was careful, these things would be enough. It is more in line with his temperament to keep the money he took from the family and spend it in those high-end taverns.

"I don't know what happened to those ordinary small teams, how did they get results?" Riel sighed at this time, reaching out to touch the cigarette in the pocket of his clothes, and sighed beside Baibela without saying a word, his eyes looked at the cloudy sky at this time, it didn't look like it would snow, but there was no trace of sunshine, which was similar to his mood.

With a "lying down" sound, the mechanical lighter with a golden skull on the surface was opened, and the light blue flame suddenly flashed out, igniting the smoke without a filter. He took a hard puff, and the cigarette burned sharply, and it was half removed. The smoke was swallowed into his stomach, and the expression on Riel's face was relaxed, and he didn't notice the change that had happened to Baibella next to him. Like Frey, both men would refer to him, consciously or unconsciously, when they spoke. Most of the time, he was standing by the communicator, staring blankly at the ground, not knowing what was going on in his mind. Occasional frequent pushes on the bridge of the nose with thin-rimmed metal glasses.

"It's not much better than us, maybe the score is a little higher, after all, we have an irresistible reason for this. But the final subjective evaluation may not be as good as ours. This is a team that has come here entirely on its legs, and there are not many teams that dare to do so, although most of the credit is inseparable from your sister. Riel exhaled a puff of smoke, and in another puff burned the remaining half of the smoke completely, and then threw it aside without thinking to extinguish it.

Frey was still sitting in the corner, a few meters away from him, and his feet would certainly not be able to reach for it. Frey just glanced at it one last time and didn't speak. The eyes under the thin lenses were a little small, and with the feeling of a mouse on his face, they sparkled like a mouse. I have been squinting slightly, and my eyelashes are very long, and I can barely see the eyes in them.

The grinding sound of "clang" reached its peak at this time, echoing rapidly through the closed mountain, and some birds woke up and flew away, leaving only this annoying sound around.

At this time, Riel felt a little strange, and as time passed, he always felt that something was missing from his body, and he was uncomfortable. He felt that something was wrong, that is, the process of things that was subconsciously formed in his head, and at a certain point, it deviated from the set steps and did not happen as expected.

It took a second or two to react, and because he had just taken two puffs of cigarette, Riel's brain was still in a slightly excited state, and it took too long to get back into thinking mode.

At this time, he looked at Baibella on the side, only to realize that something unexpected seemed to have happened.

"Haven't you found a good chance yet?" or do you want to 、、、 when he's about to leave your vision at the end," Riel didn't finish his words, and realized that Baibela's situation didn't match what he had thought.

Thinking that Baibera wanted to play with the young soldier on the rickshaw as an instant prey, he waited until he ran to the limit of his field of vision, and when he thought that he had escaped from the deadly eye lock of the hunter behind him under the pressure of perception, he suddenly pressed the trigger and let the bullet drill into the body or head of the prey. There is no difference between the two methods, and no matter which part of the powerful bullet hits, the prey will die without incident. Riel thinks it's the most mentally exhilarating thing in the world, and the nervous excitement of this kind of thing can even make his body flutter at some times, compared to smoking.

But what the eyes see makes the reality and the imagination in the head skewed. The rickshaw continues to move forward, and the noise echoes like rippling waves. Baibella next to him seemed to be in a bad condition. Under Riel's gaze, he had once gazed greedily at the young woman's flesh in the corner, imagining in his head her softness and slipperyness. Thinking about it, there must be a fundamental difference between this body and those girls in the high-end tavern.

Now, the softness of the body has been completely lost, and it is a stiff sensation visible to the naked eye, just as the mouth can recall the sweet taste when you see a pastry.

It was dim, and the word came to Riel's head for a moment. Baibella is now like a child who has been intimidated by the bad guys, and her whole body has become a stone-like inorganic substance, motionless, condensed into a sculpture and fixed there. The action has not changed since the moment when Riele did not pay attention to it just now.