The protagonist in this game is a bit crazy.

Chapter 137 Ice Cream: Marksmanship Isn't Law? Ballistics Is Too!

"You little bastard!"

"That girl ****"

"I am Old Sun ****"

Listening to Su Chen's reasons, the refined Telegram Monkey quietly stole the account and logged in.

After forcing him to log in, they grabbed Su Chen and unleashed a barrage of friendly attacks.

The deeper the love, the more intense the hate!

This word might not be the most appropriate, but that's roughly the situation.

Whether it's ice cream or Su Chen, both are the apple of the monkey's eye.

Unfortunately, both of these darlings are quite a worry for the monkey.

It's better not to mention Su Chen; this brat is even more troublesome than he is, like a monkey.

Ice cream was fine to begin with; her gentle and considerate nature made her the perfect partner.

Although I might occasionally get into some minor mischief, those are all trivial matters.

In the monkey's eyes, what little girl doesn't have a bit of a capricious streak?

Compared to others, Qilin was exactly what I wanted.

Looks are everything!

I want a great figure!

You need a good personality, and a likable one at that!

It can be said that she has both an amazing appearance and a unique soul.

After several combinations, it would be considered extremely rare even in modern times.

The only downside is that this beautiful cabbage was eaten by that scoundrel.

Fortunately! The pig that was rooting up the cabbage was also raised by their own family.

ummm

That makes me feel much better.

The good stuff didn't go to outsiders.

Such perfect ice cream, plus the reason of loving the house because of the crow.

In his heart, Hou had long regarded Qilin as his own junior.

Now, I'm shocked to hear that my own child still has this bad habit.

Immediately, it transformed into a telegraph monkey and began to unleash its fury.

"Is life more important, or is vanity more important?"

Looking at Su Chen in front of him, the monkey, with his refined and amiable manner, spoke fluently and eloquently:

"If I'm dead, what am I going to use to show off?"

"This girl has no sense of proportion, don't you know that?"

Whoosh! ! !

Just as the monkey was still firing wildly, a bullet flew in from afar without warning.

Even though the monkey instinctively dodged, the bullet still hit its head squarely.

Duang～～～

The bullet struck the monkey's head with a crisp, melodious metallic clang.

Judging from the sound alone, you can tell that this monkey has a good head.

The powerful impact of the bullet forced the monkey to stagger back several steps before it could regain its footing.

The monkey glanced indifferently at the bullets that had almost been pulverized into metal, and, barely managing to steady itself, looked around and roared angrily:

"That's incredibly bold!"

"Who dares to ambush me, Old Sun, from behind?!"

A voice as loud as a great bell rang out, but the response that came was no one's reply.

In the empty field of vision, gunshots rang out continuously.

A barrage of bullets perfectly replaced all words.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh.

Ding ding ding.

Even though the monkey tried its best to dodge left and right, the bullets that came at it seemed to have eyes.

Each bullet hit the small monkey's head with perfect accuracy.

Most importantly, every single one hit the monkey's face.

After successfully catching the last bullet, the monkey shook its dazed head and said unhappily:

"You little brat, you really think you can take me, old Sun, for a shot, huh?"

"Hurry up! Get out here, Old Sun!"

Since the members of the Super Soldier Corps are still young and have not yet fully mastered their own abilities.

Therefore, the training ground is designed to be semi-open.

Apart from essential staff, there are no personnel patrolling or guarding this area.

It can be said that Qilin was the only one on the entire training ground who handled a gun.

Therefore, the monkey knew who was shooting from behind the moment the bullets came.

That's why the strange scene just now happened.

Otherwise, how could such a small bullet possibly defeat the mighty Monkey King?

What kind of cosmic joke is this!

This thing is so weak that even a monkey would complain it's not strong enough to scratch an itch.

of course

Although the bullet didn't cause any real harm to the monkey, the force of hitting it squarely in the face still made it feel something.

How so?

It's like someone is poking your forehead with their index finger, and doing it several times in a row.

"Even if I, a girl, am completely clueless, I wouldn't dare use you, Great Sage, as a target!"

A clear voice rang out, and a beautiful figure emerged from the lush mountain forest.

In Qianying's arms, she was also holding a sniper rifle that was quite unique.

"You little rascal!"

Seeing the ice cream strolling over, the monkey laughed before even asking any questions:

"I, Old Sun, just said a few words casually, why are you so angry, little girl?"

"What's wrong, little girl?!"

The ice cream gave a sarcastic reply, then quickly added:

"You say I don't know what's important, but the ice cream doesn't say anything."

"You are an elder, ice cream should be given with respect."

"But you said ice cream isn't as good as that jerk."

Qi Lin aimed her sniper rifle at the monkey's head and said defiantly:

"In that case, we'd better have a good talk!"

"Chatting."

Looking at the dark gun barrel that was practically poking his forehead, Monkey helplessly shrugged and said:

"Chatting is fine, the problem is you don't look like you're going to chat at all."

Who would chat with a kind person while holding a gun to their head?

If it weren't for Qi Lin in front of them, and everyone knew this thing was just for show.

The monkey's height is so high that even ice cream can understand why the flower is so red.

To dare to poke the Great Sage's head with a gun is simply to rebel against Heaven!

"Doesn't it look like it? But the ice cream does look quite similar."

In response to the monkey's words, the ice cream retorted righteously:

"Is marksmanship not a law? Or is ballistics not a principle?"

"Since there are laws and principles, why can't we chat?"

"Tsk! What a quick-witted little girl."

Hearing the ice cream's response, the monkey shook its head and sighed:

"It really proves the saying, 'Birds of a feather flock together.'"

"Stop with the nonsense, just tell me, can we chat?"

Seeing the gun barrel being pushed forward again, Monkey suppressed his emotions and said:

"Even if there are principles and laws, isn't the element of reason still missing?"

"Who said it's missing? Isn't this it?"

What was originally a sneaky, tentative probe of the gun has now been blatantly stabbed in the forehead by the ice cream.

While poking the monkey's forehead with the muzzle of a gun, she kept chattering away:

"Is caliber the truth? Doesn't it feel like such a huge truth is right on your head?"

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This conversation was a bit stiff!

Seeing the monkey's helpless gaze, Ice Cream stopped trying to make a fuss.

She took a step back, put down the sniper rifle, and her beautiful eyes scanned the two of them as she asked:

"Come on, who wants to explain this to Ice Cream in detail?"

"What on earth could possibly warrant such an inappropriate accusation against ice cream?"

"this."

The man and the monkey exchanged glances for a few moments, but in the end, the monkey took the blame and stepped forward, saying:

"Girl, this is a long story."

"Then please get to the point!"

(End of this chapter)