[Comprehensive British and American dramas] No.1 is called non-plural

Isaac said before that it looks like a large carnival park, and it is not wrong. Looking around, people of all ages can find their own fun in it. Everyone has a smile on their faces. It is hard not to be attracted by it. The atmosphere here is infectious.

Even Morgan, who just wanted to join in the fun by looking at the photos on the computer screen, couldn't help being aroused by the atmosphere of the scene.

"I've got to do something, you guys, if I end up going over to Doris with a chain of bullet chains and asking Doris to decorate it, will she say no?" Regardless of how much Morgan complained about Reid's suggestion a few minutes ago, he now really feels Not a bad idea.

"I'm afraid you won too little, and I'm afraid you'll lose face and hide away." Although Reid found a place for himself, Isaac still didn't let him go easily. cowboy."

"Some things don't depend on age to win." Morgan didn't take it seriously, and subconsciously touched his lower back, only to realize that he didn't have a gun this time when he felt nothing. "The organizer should provide props, right?"

"Of course, contestants can bring their own or use the organizer's. This is very free." Reid looked at Morgan, and finally the kind side prevailed, "If you want to participate, you'd better change clothes .If I remember correctly, the organizers also provide the 'correct' clothes for the contestants."

"Like you two?" Morgan laughed, "When I saw you just now, I almost thought you were in COS Brokeback Mountain."

"For a comedic ending, thanks." Isaac pinched his soft felt hat, which he preferred to wearing on his head, "Like, like..."

From "Morris Lover" to "Total Eclipse of Love", Issac was depressed to find that the endings were not so good.

In the end, he put the hat directly on his face, not thinking about it.

And Reid is still educating Morgan about the necessity of wearing a denim suit.

"There are so many people here, and I'm not the only one without clothes." Morgan had long forgotten the topic Issac just brought up, and just wanted Reid to shut up as soon as possible.

"But those people are tourists." Reid said, "When you decide to enter the competition, other contestants are dressed in obvious styles and with a sense of time, only you are from modern society, even if you win good results, you will get cheers Not too much noise. Because you're the one who seems out of place, and based on the exclusivity of the crowd..."

"I know, I know." Morgan quickly raised his hands in surrender. He is also a profiler, so he also knows this stuff very well.I didn't care about it before, but now that I'm reminded, I will of course let myself blend into it, so as not to become that ugly duckling that was rejected... Oh, no, it's a black swan.

"Who should I go to rent clothes from?" Morgan asked.

"Doris Senior, of course it's her." Reid didn't hold back.

"Kid, I owe you once." Morgan's mood immediately soared.

Watching Morgan rippling and entering a series of numbers on the phone and gradually walking away, Isaac felt that he had a new understanding of Reid, "Wow, it seems that Morgan has been subdued by you."

"Probably because you stood aside, making him feel that force suppression is not an advantage." Reid bit his lip, pretending to be calm despite being very proud.

Isaac laughed loudly, ruffled his curly hair involuntarily, then walked towards the field with his arms around his shoulders, "Whatever, let's have fun first!"

There are many competitive events that can be participated in, but they are always the same. Fixed targets, moving targets, flying saucer targets, and combined targets, these four alone have derived more than a dozen events.In addition, there are relatively peaceful but still popular items such as whipping and noose.

Isaac was naturally attracted by those projects that smelled like gunfire, and he was not the only one who was attracted. Before him, there were already a dozen people queuing up.

As I said before, not everyone brought their own guns. Although there are not many people like Ricardo with seven or eight guns, those veterans basically have a pistol and a shotgun.The revolver is pinned to the waist, the rifle is slung on the back, and the clips are wrapped around the waist. Only the bullet belt on the chest is empty, waiting for the owner to win and fill it.

Fortunately, except for these experienced veterans, almost half of the contestants did not have guns. Just like the promotion said, the organizers have prepared extra guns before each event, and there will never be any surprises. It is something that people return with regret.

However, Isaac didn't have such worries anymore, Ricardo had already seen him, a big hand was patting his shoulder vigorously, and introduced him to the netizen who just had a successful face-to-face interview.They didn't receive any special treatment, just greeted each other in an ordinary way. Ricardo didn't feel left out, he gave Isaac two guns and asked him to continue queuing.

"It seems that they have a common language with Ricardo." Reid also held the revolver that was stuffed, and said in a low voice.

"There are also no successors, but those few people are not as open as Ricardo." Isaac nodded in agreement. He also knew that he could at most rely on clothes to create a cowboy appearance, but the real spirit was not so easy to disguise. Looking at it, it is easy to connect him with the unfilial son who does not honestly inherit the farm and insists on going to the city to live hard.Although he is not, there is no need to explain to strangers, he is here for entertainment, "But the revolver has an advantage for you, after all, you have used it for so many years~"

Reid who is still using it: I am so angry!

"Why don't we compare results later?" Taking a look at the rifle in Issac's hand, Reid felt that he could have a little advantage in it.After all, this is not the kind that Isaac usually uses. It may take a little time to adapt, and that time is enough for him to create an advantage.

"Okay." Isaac smiled as if he didn't see Reid's tricks, "How about the loser promise the winner something?"

"No problem!" Reid cheered himself up with the ten-ring score in the annual assessment results.

So what if Isaac is also ten rings, there is no need to use rifles in the game!

Looking at the blindly optimistic Reid, Isaac couldn't bear to tell him that his first marksmanship was taught by Ricardo with the gun he had.

It's definitely not that I'm taking advantage on purpose. Isaac thought in his heart, it's just that he bumped into my arms recklessly, and if he didn't catch it, he would be punished by God.

The event was both skillful and entertaining, and at the beginning of the game, the person in charge of the game announced the background introduction.

Two desperadoes stormed a bar, took the bartender and customers hostage, and tried to set a can of gasoline on fire.Contestants will rescue the two robbers in half a minute and stop the gasoline explosion.

This background introduction easily aroused the emotions of the contestants, only Issac and Reid looked at each other, completely unable to get excited.

Boring, nothing new and exciting.

"I guess the background of the next project should be robbing a bank," Isaac whispered.

This forced Reid to remind him, "Pay attention to your identity, and don't put yourself in the group of robbers again."

Isaac snorted, thinking Reid was insulting his intelligence.

In short, there are three points to be paid attention to in this game: the robbers must be killed, the slowly dumped wooden barrel cannot really pour out the gasoline pretending to be beer, and the half-minute time limit.Those who also complete the first two items, the one with the shortest time wins.

After such a short time, Isaac finished receiving the number plate, and then saw that there were several people lined up behind, and the game ahead had already started.

"Out! You let the robber go, and the hostage was killed!"

"Out! Your bullet went into the petrol can!"

"Out! The gasoline tank exploded, and you died in the line of duty!"

"Out!..."

"Out!..."

Although the referee's voice was harsh, the onlookers couldn't help laughing. Even the contestant who was laughed at was not annoyed. He just had a bitter face and looked even more funny.But at the same time of laughter, everyone was looking forward to the next contestant to show off his might and finish the project in one go.

"Is it so difficult?" After failing nine people in a row, Isaac felt guilty.

Isaac thought this while looking forward to the tenth contestant.

"No. [-], where is No. [-]?" The referee pointed his toes and looked outside the crowd.

"I'm here!" A female voice recalled from outside the crowd, and soon got in from outside.

The competition does not strictly limit the gender of the participants, but this is indeed the first woman to participate.She didn't wear a skirt, but wore the same neat trousers as the male cowboys around her. The bullet belt was tightly wrapped around her waist, which made her waist look even thinner.

That's not a problem, the problem is——

"Daisy?" Ricardo's eyes widened.

"It's not convenient to wear a skirt. It took me a while to change." Daisy glanced at the referee, "Sorry, I'm late."

"It's okay." Facing the beauties, the referee's expression softened, "Beauties always have privileges."

Daisy smiled, "Can we start?"

"No problem, get ready—start the timer!"

"He pissed off Daisy," Isaac whispered. "Daisy is annoyed by people talking about her gender. She's annoyed by the privilege."

In Daisy's words, her appearance and gender cannot help her win in court. On the contrary, she has to work harder to gain professional recognition from others.What's even worse is that after gaining recognition and status, some people attribute it to her gender and appearance, as if hard work never existed.

13. This is Daisy's final result.

After so many people failed, someone finally passed the level successfully.The crowd fell silent for a moment, and then there were frantic screams.

Daisy blew on the gun and looked at Ricardo, "It's up to you."