Evan instantly appeared in the address space provided by Trini, and when he smelled it, the room was full of alcohol.

Looking up, I was shocked.

The cabinet on the wall is full of guns, which stimulates the guns that appear in the battlefield! Even Gatling and RPGs are available!

As a veteran player who stimulates the battlefield, Evan is a little excited, and his blood is surging, this old lady has a very strong taste......

I couldn't help but approach and pick up a handful of M416, this model is really realistic, this feel is so cool, but the weight is much heavier than in the exciting battlefield.

This wall full of gun models is simply his dream, but unfortunately the 1:1 model is too expensive, and he dislikes the plastic material, so he didn't get his wish in the end.

Bang, bang, there was a sudden noise behind the desk behind him, and Evan turned around sharply.

But it was Trini, wearing a silk suspender nightdress, barefoot, and a drunken who stared at him in a daze, and pushed him with two hands: "Don't move!" ”

As he spoke, his body shook again, and Evan noticed that he was turning around and pointing his gun at her.

"Oh," Evan said, reluctantly handling the gun in his hand, ready to put it back.

"Handle it gently, this is a real gun, don't go off. Uh......" Trini burped, "Why are you running to my house......" said and fell to the ground.

Ai Wen's mind is still her last sentence, real guns!

Real guns are visualized in the virtual world!

"If I shoot at you, what will happen in the virtual world? There won't be any reaction, after all, it's just a simulation of the appearance data. ”

Trini sat on the ground with her arms propped up, tilting her head:

"Are you stupid, if a bullet hits me, the brain-computer interface will also produce data, and under the stimulation of the corresponding microcurrent information, the brain will think that I was really hit.

The virtual world has physical rules, and the pain I felt after being shot was the same.

If your brain is fragile and you don't receive the real state information of your body in time, it will really think that you have been shot, and it is possible to kill you directly with a first-aid life-saving operation. Do you want to try it? ”

As she spoke, Trini took out a troll from under the desk: "This, if you get a headshot, can make your brain think that you are dead, do you want to feel it." ”

"Don't, don't!" Evan quickly put down the gun, he couldn't communicate with the drunk normally, and he didn't want to experience the pain of a headshot when he went crazy and really shot.

Trini held the gun in one hand, picked up the wine bottle in the other hand and took another sip: "Why are you at my house?" ”

"Didn't you send me an email with the address to get me here?"

Trini put down the gun and wine bottle, and patted her face vigorously with both hands: "That's probably wrong, I'll send it to the housekeeper and ask him to clean up the house, uh." ”

Elvin......

I'm all ready to lick it......

No, everyone is coming, we must catch her and ask about the brain-computer interface, and she has been perfunctory to me in the future, and she will not give any support.

Glancing at the guns all over the wall, he was curious about another thing before asking the serious question: "How do you have so many real guns?" ”

Trini looked at him with a retarded look: "In Troy, it's legal to own a gun. He raised his eyebrows: "And, Dad, I'm very rich." ”

It turns out that Trine lives in Troy, not very far from him, two hours by plane? It's cool to be rich!

"Why aren't you leaving?" Trini tries to stand up, but fails, blinking, and a couch appears behind her, and she climbs on.

"I just wanted to ask about the brain-computer interface again, and I just emailed you to ask, but your reply still doesn't make me understand."

"Oh, but Tuesday is a drinking day, and I don't work." Trini was reclining on the couch, her legs resting on her hands, swaying up and down, holding a bottle of freshly flashed wine in her arms.

"Why is Tuesday Drinking Day?" Evan was a little curious.

"I got a drink on Tuesday, a hangover on Wednesday, I woke up on Thursday, and then I worked for two more days and the week was over." Give him a look if you're stupid or not.

It turns out that this is the life of a rich man, who only works three days a week, and Evan is a little envious.

After looking left and right, he moved a chair and sat opposite Trini, and said that he was drunk and spit out the truth, and the labor and management will try you to death today!