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"I can't say that. There are also masters in the live-action field game. It's very interesting to play a high-level live-action battle. I guarantee that if you play a high-level battle, you will definitely like the exciting feeling..."

Liu Meng smiled slightly, and began to introduce the live-action field games he knew.

The real-life field game is an outdoor competitive game that has emerged in recent years. It simulates and restores a very popular online army combat game. It uses game equipment that looks almost realistic in appearance and feel. The higher the degree of realism, the higher the requirements for combat skills. , not only pays attention to teamwork but also advocates individual combat ability. Playing this kind of game can exercise physical fitness and coordination response ability, and it has been popular since its inception.

Most of those who are keen on live-action field games are groups with free time and certain economic strength, such as urban white-collar workers, corporate elites, entrepreneurs, as well as departmental military fans and veterans. Live-action field games have high requirements for venues and equipment, and belong to high-end Investing in high-return emerging industries, the more famous live-action game clubs in Yanjing are all in the suburbs. Liang Jinghong will occasionally invite his friends to play two rounds. Surprise bonus.

Qin Yang was quite moved after listening to the introduction carefully, and asked in a low voice: "If we can catch up and play two games in the past now?"

Liu Meng looked at his watch and said with a smile: "Now we should be able to catch up in the past. Today, some real masters came. Mr. Liang and I teamed up to play two games, one win and one loss."

Qin Yang glanced at Tang Jiayi who was opposite, and said, "Are you full? Are you interested in going to watch a real-life field battle with me?"

Tang Jiayi shook her head and said, "I won't go. You can leave the car keys and go. I'll call the driver."

Qin Yang took out the car key and put it on the table, stretched out his hand and pushed it in front of Tang Jiayi: "Leave a contact information!"

Tang Jiayi shook her head and smiled, and said, "No need, see you by fate."

Qin Yang smiled and said, "Okay, see you again, I will ask for your contact information when we meet again." After speaking, he got up from his seat and walked out of the hotel gate with Liu Meng.

"Brother Qin, the car is over there."

Liu Meng raised his hand and pointed to the parking space on the left, but Qin Yang didn't look in the direction of his finger at all, and quickened his pace and walked towards the parking space on the right.

There are many cars parked in the parking space on the right. Among them is a black car with a head exposed from the front window. This guy is wearing a peaked cap, a pair of sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and half a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth. To the gate of the hotel, who seems to be waiting?

puff!
With a soft sound, the peaked cap turned his head abruptly, the cigarette butt at the corner of his mouth fell down, his eyes closed and his head drooped. There was a special metal capsule in the shape of a syringe stuck on the back of his neck.

Qin Yang put the pocket pistol in his pocket, and took two steps forward to pull out the metal capsule on the back of the peaked cap. He snatched it from the taxi driver who followed him, so he carried it to Yanjing. It came in handy. He shot just now and deliberately blocked the camera at the entrance of the hotel with his body. He probably didn’t leave any tails behind. He also put the capsule in his pocket, turned around and walked up to Liu Meng’s car, opened the door and sat in it.

Liu Meng started the car and drove towards the main road quickly, and asked with a smile: "Brother Qin, how did that kid offend you?" He saw everything Qin Yang did just now, and he couldn't help being a little curious.

Qin Yang smiled and said: "It's nothing, that guy has been with me from the airport to now, it is necessary to remind him."

"Oh!"

Liu Meng responded thoughtfully, and accelerated to drive forward. He was driving a car that matched his name, old red warrior, good guy, this car is one size bigger than a Hummer, and this car is comparable to a small armored car. It seems that the horsepower is strong and the shape is stylish. The biggest advantage of driving this car is that it has a high rate of turning heads, and the rate of turning heads along the way is at least more than [-]%.

An hour later, the car stopped at the parking lot in front of a farm-style building in the suburbs. Liu Meng reached out and patted Qin Yang who was dozing off, and said, "Brother Qin, we're here."

Qin Yang opened his eyes, unbuckled his seat belt and opened the door to get off the car. He and Liu Meng entered the gate of the farm. The two of them walked a few hundred meters forward. Not far ahead was a two-story building built against a mountain. It is very wide, and its shape is a bit like the old horse racing building. The outer wall is painted with camouflage paint, and there is a vertical sign hanging on the door. "Flying Tiger Field Camp, good guy, the name is loud enough."

Liu Meng smiled and said: "The mountain behind is the game location, which is suitable for jungle warfare. I have already contacted Mr. Liang when you took a nap just now. He told us to go to the lounge and wait for a while. Will regroup."

Qin Yang smiled and said, "You don't have to rest. Is there a shooting range here? I want to practice shooting first."

The smile on Liu Meng's face froze suddenly, and he said, "Don't tell me you haven't played with guns before, there's no melee combat here." Real-life field combat is team combat, and usually a few people form a team to fight in close quarters. It's not completely impossible, but the chance of success is too small. Everyone has long guns and short cannons in their hands.

Qin Yang smiled awkwardly and said, "I've never played with guns before, and I've also played with long-range weapons, bows and arrows."

"Bows and arrows are also good. Guns are the most useful for this. I'll take you to the shooting range to practice. You don't need to be very accurate, as long as you don't miss the target."

Liu Meng led Qin Yang into the Flying Tiger Field Camp. The staff inside, both men and women, were wearing camouflage uniforms. It was strange that no one stepped forward to greet them when they saw them smiling.

It turned out that Liu Meng was a frequent visitor here, and the staff all knew this handsome bodyguard with extraordinary skills. One is short, the long one is M16 automatic rifle and M4 carbine, the short one is M1911 pistol, all of which are metal imitations, and the bullets are PVC bullets.

The indoor shooting range uses a laser target. As long as the PVC bullet hits the target surface, the corresponding number of rings will be displayed, and it can be automatically counted. In addition to the statistical data, there will be an electronic voice report and suggestions after a magazine is fired. Helps shooters improve their hit rate.

Liu Meng demonstrated how to use long and short firearms, and Qin Yang, who was eager to try, picked up the M16 and replaced it with a magazine, took a little aim at the bullseye and pulled the trigger.

Da da da……

A shuttle of bullets hit the target like raindrops. The weight of the firearm is basically close to the real thing. The vibration and shooting sound produced when the bullet is fired are very realistic, which makes people feel like they are on the scene.

"Zero ring, zero ring, zero ring, three rings, zero ring... You fired a total of thirty bullets, a total of fifteen rings..."

Thirty bullets hit a [-]th ring. This result can be described as horrible.Liu Meng grinned, suppressed his smile, and said, "Brother Qin, sharpshooters are all fed with bullets, practice more, and try to hit the target..."

Before he finished speaking, Qin Yang picked up the M4 carbine and pulled the trigger at the target, and the bullets shot at the bull's-eye without distinction.

"Ten rings, ten rings, ten rings, ten rings..." The electronic voice began to report the target, and when the thirty ten rings were reported, a thought popped into Liu Meng's mind that the target was broken.