After quitting the gun game, the whole world is forcing me to come back

"At the Global Survival Competition Finals that just ended a few days ago, the Chinese player Gransim Khlebnikov was disqualified for using a prohibited device laser sight and his professional qualification certificate was revoked for five years. This is the only cheating incident in the past ten years, and the competition committee is currently investigating the staff involved in the case."

"Gransim participated in the Russian Survival Competition Junior Cup at the age of 14 and won the championship. In the following seven years, he won a total of [-] world championships, maintained the world's number one record for three consecutive years, and was awarded the title of European Miracle by the American Time Magazine. The former chairman of the Survival Sports Professional League predicted that he would become the most outstanding player of this century.Gransim has a high popularity around the world, and fans from all over the world continue to pay attention to this event, but according to the International Survival Sports Federation The decision was made that Gransim must hand over his gun 'God of the Gun Crown', which was awarded the world's highest honor, and have it publicly auctioned by the federation..."

The highest conference hall of the International Federation of Survival Sports, this is a place that is only used to hold a representative meeting before the Champions Cup every two years.At this time, the 24 high-level executives of the federation who were rarely seen on weekdays were all sitting in their seats, which increased the pressure on Jack, the waiter who just came to work here today.

The door of the majestic conference hall slowly opened, and a man's figure gradually appeared beyond the door.He has the typical white skin and light blond hair of a Caucasian, with a clear and bony outline, but a pair of pure black eyes, which are a little less sharp than Europeans, which is proof that he has Asian ancestry.

The stained-glass windows at the end of the corridor were colorfully reflected by the sunlight, which also outlined the man's figure with a faint brilliance. Several high-level executives facing the door were slightly squinted by this ray of light.

Jack suddenly remembered that besides the God of the European Miracle and the Gun Crown, fans also often called this man the God of Apollo to praise his handsome appearance and sunny personality.

He was holding a gun case in his hand, the lid had been opened, and a sniper rifle lay quietly on the silk fleece.

The grip part of that gun is all silver, but the barrel is dazzling gold, with red lines engraved on it, like a blazing flame. It is obviously just lying quietly, but it already makes people feel that it is on the field. The awe-inspiring Flame of the King.

Jack stretched his neck, and couldn't help but marvel in a low voice, "That's the god of the gun crown who has defeated hundreds of SS-level players and ranked first in the scoreboard!"

He spoke in a low voice, almost silently, but Grantham heard it.

He looked sideways, his golden hair slipped gently from his ears, his dark and bright eyes slightly curved up when he saw him, revealing a warm and faint smile.

Jack froze, not sure if it was because he was noticed by the most prominent player in the professional survival competition circle, or because he was surprised that he could still smile under such circumstances.

But when he came to his senses, Gransim had already walked straight forward. The sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground echoed clearly in the conference hall. To perform some sort of solemn ceremony.

He stood ten meters in front of the rostrum and bowed gracefully to the chairman of the federation, as if he didn't know that a trial that would ruin his career was about to come.

"Gransim Khlebnikov."

The chairman of the federation called his name, and the serious voice made Jack's heart lift instantly.

"You used a prohibited device in the just-concluded Champions Cup. The 24 members of the Federation decided to revoke your professional qualification certificate and ban you for five years. The God of the Gun Crown was the first time you won the world championship. International survival competition The Federation gave you an award, but you have dishonored its reputation, and the Federation has decided to take it back. From today, Gransim Khlebnikov has nothing to do with the God of the Gun Crown."

Several people with cold faces walked up to Gransim and motioned him to hand over his guns. Jack's heart tightened, and he felt unfair for this gun master who had never been masked.

"If there is no Gransim, the 'God of the Gun Crown' is just a useless broken gun!"

A voice suddenly interrupted the progress of the meeting. Jack was taken aback, thinking that he accidentally shouted out his heart again, but he soon saw someone rushing in from the side of the rostrum.

"Mr. Crick, you can't go in, this is the federation's trial meeting against Gransim!"

But the people who came didn't listen. He still had a plaster cast on his foot, and the speed at which he rushed in on a single crutch left all the guards at the door behind. He stood beside Gransim and saluted the chairman.

"Dear Chairman, this cheating incident is definitely framed by someone! As the strongest player in American professional survival competitions, I have been enemies with Gransim for many years. I know his level very well. I use laser light with his strength. The aiming device is an insult to him! I dare to swear on my reputation, there must be a black hand behind this incident, I ask the chairman to clarify the truth and return his innocence!"

The chairman said solemnly, "It is an indisputable fact that Gransim's gun is equipped with a prohibited device, and he did use this gun in the Champions Cup match. The inspectors of the Crown Cup colluded with him, and we will naturally find out afterwards. Even if he once gave the glory of the 'God of the Gun Crown', it has all been cancelled."

"It's impossible!" Crick said excitedly, "Gransim doesn't need a cheating device at all. He has won twelve championships and is recognized as a top player in the world. Even if he doesn't use this kind of thing, he can win. Take the risk?"

"Then you have to ask him." The chairman's eyes fell on Gransim coldly, and then he said contemptuously, "Maybe he wants to create another myth, but unfortunately this field has never belonged to one person. Even if someone really deliberately It was also his fault to frame him and not double-check his gun before the game, he does not deserve to be a professional survival sports player, nor does he deserve to be called a European miracle."

Crick wanted to say something again, but was interrupted by the vice chairman, "Crick, this is the highest congress of the International Survival Sports Federation. If you barge in and interfere with the progress of the meeting, we can disqualify you from the competition!"

The audience was in an uproar. Crick is the strongest survival player in the world other than Gransim, and he is also the pride of American survival fans. Disqualification of two top players in one day will be a blow to the entire professional circle. have a very large impact.

The chairman can't sit still anymore, he is an American himself.

Crick didn't care at all, "If it's cancelled, it's cancelled! What kind of game is a game without Gransim? Without the gun crown god, it doesn't make sense for me to win a hundred championships!"

The chairman stopped him immediately, "Crick! Get out of here right now!"

How dare Crick, he came today with the determination to live and die with Grassim.Just when he was about to take off his badge smartly, a voice stopped him.

"Crick, it's alright." The owner of the voice was beside him.

Gransim smiled lightly, facing the bright sunlight obliquely coming in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, like a god who can purify everything.

"If there is no me and you in the professional arena of survival competition from now on, how boring would it be?"

Crick looked at him, wondering why this man was still so indifferent.Doesn't he like survival competition more than anyone else?Didn't he boast that he wants to win 100 championships before retiring?Crick still remembered how he wanted to stomp his stinky face on the ground, but why didn't he resist at all when such a big thing happened this time?

This was not the Grassim he knew.

Gransim didn't say anything, but handed the gun to the staff next to him, and then he didn't look at the gun again, as if it was something that had nothing to do with him.

"Should I sign this?" He took the contract from the other guy.

"That's right, signing means that you agree to give us the right to dispose of the 'God of the Gun Crown', and at the same time, you are not allowed to participate in any professional competitions within five years."

Gransim briefly scanned the contract and asked suddenly, "In your eyes, how much is it worth?"

This question stumped the chairman of the federation. Can a favorite gun of the former gun god, who has fought in the arena for seven years and achieved countless glory and legends, really be measured by money?

For a moment, he was shocked by Gransim's aura, but soon became angry from embarrassment.

"Oh, Gransim, you understand that things that expire are worth nothing."

Gransim smiled, signed his name under the eyes of everyone, then turned around, and walked straight forward as he came, only this time he lacked the hand that he most admired. The proud gun-the god of the gun crown.

"Gransim! Hey! Gransim!" Crick ran out after him.

The door was closed heavily, and Jack saw that the president of the federation heaved a sigh of relief secretly. He opened and closed his lips, and silently uttered a word—poor ghost.

Gransim went down the stairs and walked into the hall. There was a man standing in front of the marble pillar. When he saw Gransim, he unconsciously took two steps forward, as if he wanted to stretch out his hand, but was quickly caught by him. I took it back.

This small gesture failed to hide from Gransim, his smile was a little colder, and he walked in front of the man step by step.

"How are you? My partner, Boris," he said.

These words actually made Boris dare not look him in the eyes, "I'll see you off."

Grassim gently pressed his shoulder, "It's better to avoid it, lest the people of the Federation think that you have betrayed them and turn against you. If you want to do it, do it harder. Don't make me look down on you, Boris."

Boris raised his head and met Gransim's slightly mocking gaze, and he suddenly felt angry.Why did Gransim look so high up until now? He has completely stepped down from the altar and become a cheater who is cast aside by everyone!What right do you have to mock yourself?

But he didn't dare to say it, and Gransim seemed to have seen through him.

"Gransim!" Creek chased up from behind, saw Boris stopped and greeted politely, "Hi, Sokolov. You can't go, Gransim, come back with me, this The matter must be investigated, how can you let the person who framed you go unpunished? He must also be a player in the circle, because he did this because he was jealous of your achievements, we can't let him go lightly!"

Gransim looked at Boris, who looked at the corner indifferently as if nothing happened, "From today on, Team Alpha is yours."

Boris froze, Gransim left, Crick was still chasing him, and the guard at the gate was handing his dog into his hands.

The sight somehow stung his eyes, and he ran after him and shouted, "I won't be competing again!"

Gransim paused, and Boris suddenly expected that they would talk about everything as before.

But Gransim just glanced sideways at him. "Really? That's a pity."

Without any extra words, he turned and got into the car.

Crick yelled from behind, "Gransim! You must come back! I'll be waiting for you in five years!"

The car started slowly, and Crick paced angrily, and suddenly remembered something and asked, "Sokolov, what did Gransim just tell you?"

Boris didn't answer, but got into the car silently. He looked at the vehicle in front of him with gloomy eyes, and then made a call.

The man who answered the phone had a cheerful voice, "Hey, have you finally made up your mind?"

Boris ignored his ridicule, and just said coldly: "He left the Federation and is walking in the direction of Chinatown."

"OK, Sokolov. You'll be grateful for your decision today for the rest of your life."

When the phone was hung up, Boris' eyes darkened even more, his fingers gripping the steering wheel tightly.

As long as you are here, Gransim, I will always be Sokolov.If you want to do it, you have to be more ruthless. This time, I will satisfy you, right?

There was a cruel smile on his gloomy face.

"Global Times broadcast, to report the latest news for you. Gransim Khlebnikov, who arrived at the International Survival Competition Federation this morning, had a car accident on his return journey, leaving a lot of blood and the remains of his pet dog at the scene , the case happened on a road with few pedestrians, and there are no witnesses. The driver who caused the accident is now dead. The police found suspected marijuana in his blood, and it was preliminarily inferred to be a traffic accident. At present, Gransim's whereabouts are unknown. Judging from the predicted results, I am afraid it will be difficult to survive..."