One Thousand Five Hundred and Sixty-Three Treasures? Truly a Pain in the Ass Shooter...

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Standing in front of the stall selling takoyaki, Wu Yan looked at a toy sniper rifle in his hand, not knowing why.

"what is this?…"

"Gun!" Sister Misaka, who also held a toy sniper rifle, answered succinctly.

"I know it's a gun..." Wu Yan resisted his inner powerlessness and continued to ask patiently.

"I mean, what are you going to do with the gun?"

"Don't my brother want to eat takoyaki, but don't have what Oita wants in exchange?" Sister Misaka raised the toy sniper rifle in her hand and explained aloud.

"So, if big brother wants to get takoyaki, he has to abide by the rules in the Oita shop and compete with Oita. Oita 10032 explained to big brother, but he felt a little pity in his heart that he could not get big brother's underwear..."

"Competition?..." Wu Yan automatically omitted the inner narration in Yuban 10032's words, and looked at Yuban 10032 suspiciously.

"What game?"

"Shooting!" Yuban 10032 spat out these two words and pointed to a humanoid target with a cloak in his booth.

"That is a human-shaped target made by Yuban himself. Each part of the target has a number. If you hit the part, you can get the score indicated on the part, and each person will have three bullets, three bullets. After the shooting, whoever has the most points will win, Yuban 10032 explained patiently..."

"I see..." Wu Yan probably understood what Yuban 10032 meant.

"In other words, as long as I get more points than you, and I beat you, I can get takoyaki, right?"

"Correct answer!" Yuban 10032 nodded and added this sentence.

"On the contrary, if Yuban gets more points than Big Brother. If he wins Big Brother, Yuban will get Big Brother's underwear. Yuban 10032 has finished explaining it. And it's burning..."

"Don't burn casually!" Wu Yan couldn't help shouting.

"When did I promise to take out my underwear for a bet?!"

"If your brother wins the game, you can get what you want.

Then, if Oita wins the game. You should also get what you want, this is the most basic competition principle..." Yuban 10032 stared at the speechless face.

"Or rather, big brother has the despicable idea of ​​unconditionally obtaining takoyaki from Oita, then Oita will not object. Oita tried his best to show his magnanimity, but he despised the idea of ​​big brother..."

"I..." Wu Yan's entire body's strength disappeared instantly.

In the past, he also thought that the way of the Misaka sisters was a cute point, and it was also a manifestation of the pure personality of the Misaka sisters who did not hide their inner thoughts, which was very worthy of love.

But now, that kind of thinking. really disappeared...

Together with your strength...

"Since you've already said this..." Wu Yan gritted his teeth resentfully.

"Okay! I promise you the conditions of the game!"

Shooting is not a silent specialty!

However, the Noble Phantasm "Meteor Night" with great lethal power, Wu Yan also worked hard in shooting.

Although the Miban sisters also used firearms as their weapons in the world of the 'Magic ** Directory', the target was less than five meters away.

such a close distance. Silent and confident, he can fight wherever he wants.

Therefore, even the worst can get a full score!

Under such circumstances, even if Miss Misaka got full marks, it would be a tie at most. Neither side could get what they wanted, and their underwear could be kept...

As for Sister Oban's takoyaki, in fact, Wuyan didn't really want it. The reason why she wanted it was because she wanted to visit Sister Misaka.

Who knew that such a pitiful incident would actually develop...

Bet on your underwear? …

Isn't this a pit? …

If you change it and make a bet with Sister Yuban's underwear, it will make people a little motivated...

"Then, let's start!" Yuban 10032 walked into his booth and lifted the cloak on the humanoid target.

"No matter what, I won't lose!" Although the bet was very pitiful, in order to save his underwear, Wu Yan said that he should be serious.

However, with this ambition, when Yuban 10032 lifted the cloak of the human-shaped target in the store and exposed the whole picture of the target in the store to the air, not only did it disappear without a trace, even Wuyan himself was frozen. Hold on, can't move.

No reason.

Just because the target was a naked man tied to a rack, posing as Jesus...

On the naked man's body, several concentric circles were drawn on each part, and a number was annotated on it, indicating the score that could be obtained when the part was hit.

Targeting naked men? …

That's not the real reason why Silent froze.

What really made Wu Yan stiff was that the face of this naked man's target was his face...

Moreover, the position with the highest score, that is, the position of 100 points, is still at the position of the crotch...

Drops of cold sweat broke out on Wu Yan's face.

"This...this is..."

"This is Yuban's most cherished treasure!" Yuban 10032 seemed to be lovingly touching the target's body. By the way, the part he touched was also the crotch.

"Because it's my elder brother, Yuban took out this treasure and used it as a target for our competition. Most people don't see Yuban's treasure. Yuban 10032 stood up proudly..."

After speaking, regardless of Wuyan's sweaty appearance, Yuban 10032 walked to Wuyan's side, and his brown pupils Gujing Wubo stared at his 'treasure'.

"Then, Yuban will start first..." Saying so, Yuban 10032 plugged the muzzle of his toy sniper rifle with a cork, held the gun very skillfully, aimed at the target, and pulled the trigger extremely calmly.

"Snapped!"

With the sound of a crisp impact, from the toy sniper rifle in Yuban 10032's hand, the cork shot straight out, hitting the target's crotch with great accuracy.

From the crisp sound of the impact, it could be heard that if it was replaced with another item, the force of the impact would definitely be no less than the force of throwing a shot put with all one's strength.

Wu Yan's face quickly turned blue, then from blue to red, from red to black, and finally, pale.

Now, speechless has only one feeling...

That was a sharp pain coming from the lower half of the body...

"Huh..." Yuban 10032 exhaled in a calm attitude, picked up a cork again, stuffed it into the muzzle of the toy sniper rifle in his hand, aimed and shot.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

With two consecutive rounds, Yuban 10032 accurately hit the target 100 points, that is, the position of the crotch, which makes people have to feel the superb marksmanship.

At the same time, there is another point to be aware of...

That's the power of sniping...

The target was shaky with each shot, and it almost fell off the shelf. It was doubtful if the fourth shot was fired, a hole would be blown out in the same position.

Seeing that the target with his own appearance was repeatedly hit in the crotch, and still with such a powerful force, the silent tiger body shook, and then the sweat was not only streaming down from his face, but his back was soaked.

"Brother, what's the matter with you?..." On the side, Yuban 10032 put down the toy sniper rifle in his hand calmly, looking at Wu Yan's tiger body shaking violently and sweating all over his body, he became suspicious.

"Could it be that my elder brother is dissatisfied with Yuban's marksmanship?, Yuban 10032 is a little uneasy, thinking, is his marksmanship not strong enough..."

Do not!

Mita-san's marksmanship is very powerful!

Very powerful!

Strong enough to be speechless and scared!

Holding the toy sniper rifle in his hand, Wu Yan could clearly feel his facial muscles twitching, his palms sweating, and his whole body was shaking.

Sister Yuban has already fired three shots, and all three shots hit the highest score and got a full score.

In other words, if Wuyan didn't want to lose, he had to hit the highest score three times in the same way.

But there is only one part with the highest score...

That's the crotch...

Although he knew that it wasn't him, but let himself shoot the crotch of the target with his own appearance, Wu Yan said that he needed to be mentally prepared for pain in a certain part...

In this way, Wu Yan held the gun, sweating on his face, he was too late to pull the trigger.

Just like this, at a certain moment, Wu Yan shook his hand, and the cork shot out, hitting the target's... chest...

"Snapped…"

The toy sniper rifle in his hand fell to the ground, speechless and sluggish.

"It's over..."