The screen changed to Wu Jin’s perspective.
The image was constantly shaking as Wu Jin’s attention shifted continuously between three places. He went from Jingyi Entertainment’s Ming Yao, who’d been forced into a retreat, to the trumpet-holding angel sculpture, to the other side of the low wall.
The audience was in an uproar––if anyone had suspected that Wu Jin’s clearing of the scene had been meaningless earlier, they were already shouting ‘good’ loudly at this time. On the other side of the low wall, an exposed trainee was running away from a stray bullet.
Wu Jin was waiting for someone to blindly charge over just like this!
The eyes of the youth who’d taken over the bunker were dark, his shoulders undulating slightly from the earlier fight, but the hand holding the gun was steady. Inside the instance, the light that was slightly darker than it’d been earlier, escaped from the top of the angel sculpture and cast a thick shadow behind the low wall, just like a divider between heaven and hell.
Half a step into heaven, and I am hell––Wu Jin had always been lurking in the shadows of the bunker.
The dangerous muzzle of his gun locked onto the trajectory of his prey, predicting, adjusting, then predicting again––his thin protective clothing stuck to his waist, abdomen, shoulders, and back from his sweat.
The trigger of the rifle was pulled without warning!
The flustered prey hadn’t expected Wu Jin to be hiding behind the low wall, but the distance between the two was too short for retreat.
The silver life-saving capsule popped out.
“Contestant 300012, Wu Jin, Kills: 1.”
A card dropped as the life-saving capsule popped out. Almost everyone noticed the movement over there, and Wu Jin’s tensed muscles suddenly burst out with power as he stepped out of the shadows––
The holy, soaring light from the altar finally accepted Wu Jin. The outline of the youth was gently outlined in the beam of light, far away from the angel with the trumpet suspended in mid-air.
The Crosson Show’s director was stunned, “Camera, camera!”
Countless bullets suddenly aimed at Wu Jin. The youth picked up the card and had no intention of fighting, flipping back as he dodged and hid behind the bunker once again. His left foot hooked over the assault rifle belonging to the eliminated player, and he quickly removed the bullet magazine before throwing it into his backpack before getting into position for a concealed counter-attack––
The scrolling comments were boiling with activity once again.
“Little Witch, are you an angel?!! Ahhhh, you’re a little angel, right? You are, you are, you must be!”
“This is the dynamic target accuracy of seven rings? Little Witch, don’t lie to mama!!! Little Witch ahhhh––”
“The card is in his hands, and he also snatched the bullets––but why did I feel so suffocated when watching it?! A straight man wants to express that the scene just now was a little too handsome––”
Blood Pigeon automatically filtered out the random scrolling comments and swept over the audience’s comment about the dynamic target accuracy of seven rings, “It’s been two and a half months. It has to be said that contestant Wu Jin has made great progress.” He tilted his head, “What does Instructor Ying say?”
Ying Xiangxiang smiled slightly, “The road ahead is very wild––it’s not obvious now, but I think that as long as you give him time, Little Witch will become a survival show contestant with very strong individual combat characteristics. You see, he’s currently using his own momentum to direct the camera.”
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Surprise! The Supposed Talent Show Was Actually-?!
Science Fiction-for offline purposes only - Book 1 Synopsis: Wu Jin, as a trainee from a certain entertainment company, had a peerless, stunning face. He was qualified to debut as a lead performer even if he just sat there and did nothing. After signing up for a...
