American Comprehensive Detective: Start with a black gun

Chapter 92 92 You Hate Me
Before someone is confident that he can pry off his corner, he will not act rashly, otherwise, he will be humiliating himself.

What made Ron very satisfied was that he didn't see the bodyguard Brandon today, just the two of them.

The two entered the indoor shooting range.

They checked the guns, then loaded the magazines.

Both wore black noise-canceling headphones.

"You first, or me first!"

"Lady first!"

"All right!"

"Boom bang bang..."

Grace holds the gun in both hands and pulls the trigger. Wearing a small suit and a serious face, Grace is really heroic, especially her pair of southerly eyes staring at the target, her expression is full of seriousness.

It is said that a serious man will be very handsome, but in fact, women are not bad either.

The point is, Grace's marksmanship is not bad.

The five-meter target is all 10 rings, the ten-meter target also has 10 rings, and the worst is 7 rings.

The farther the shooting accuracy is, the worse it is, but there are no misses, and the worst is 4 rings.

Ron looked at Grace and kept clapping his hands, "Papa papa."

"Wow, that's really impressive."

Grace smiled, "It's far worse than you, isn't it?"

"No, not at all worse than me, just need to correct your movements, I promise you are not worse than me at all, I promise..." Ron walked over and stood behind Grace.

Then, he grabbed Grace's hands from behind.

Two slender white hands, some ice, some soft, Grace's body is also very soft.

Ron sniffed the faint scent of Grace, and then said in a low voice, "Raise the pistol like this, and keep your eyes on the target!"

Grace felt Ron stick behind her, and her body trembled instinctively.

She who was at ease before suddenly felt her body stiff and it was difficult for her to move.

Until Ron's voice came from behind her ears, and the heat hit her ears, which made Grace's cheeks blush.

Thinking that Ron who hugged her was originally introduced by a friend, Grace's heart was beating wildly, and her body seemed to have a fever.

Guilt, shyness, excitement, sweetness and other feelings all rushed to my heart.

The feeling is both terrifying and obsessive.

"Don't be distracted, feel my movements carefully."

Seeing that Grace was distracted, Ron quickly reminded her seriously.

Ron's pistol mastery is at the full level, and the feeling of being fed by countless bullets is something that Grace can't match anyway.

Although Grace will come to practice guns on weekends, it is only occasionally, and the time spent on it every year is actually not much.

Following Ron's reminder, she quickly put away the ripples in her heart and stared at the crosshair of the pistol.

Then Ron took Grace's palm and pressed his index finger against hers.

Pull the trigger decisively.

"Boom bang bang..."

Gunshots sounded, followed by rounds of bullets.

10 rings, 10 rings... It's still a boring 10 rings.

After about 5 minutes, all the moving targets were hit, and all of them were 10 rings without exception.

A faint smell of gunpowder spread in the air, and a sense of accomplishment flooded into Grace's heart.

Although, she knew that so many 10 rings could only be achieved with Ron's help.

But she still has a sense of accomplishment.

Who said that there is no sense of accomplishment when being led by teammates?
That is to underestimate people's preference for their own contributions.

After achieving success, people tend to exaggerate their contribution.

Just like after hitting all 10 rings this time, Grace certainly felt that her contribution was quite large.

Although, without Ron, she would not be able to achieve such results anyway.

"Wow, awesome!"

Grace cried out excitedly, and then the two embraced tightly.

She didn't react until the excitement passed, and then there were still two abnormal blushes on her little face.

Grace was about to push Ron away, when Ron lowered his head and pressed it hard on Grace's lips.

Grace's eyes widened, she looked at the face close at hand in surprise, and whimpered.

This gave Ron the opportunity to sneak in.

Sensing the attack, Grace pushed Ron away.

Unfortunately, how could she push away Ron's body, which was stronger than a cow.

Grace was at a loss, and Ron's sneak attack made her infinitely addicted, which made her heart beat faster and her breath short of breath.

Then he thought of Ron's identity, this is his friend's junior, his reason came back online, and he tried hard to push Ron away.

Still unable to push it away, in desperation, he slapped Ron in the face.

Feel the pain in your face.

Ron woke up, and then slowly let go of Grace.

Grace wiped her lips, then looked at Ron, "Ron, you crossed the line, Melinda is my very, very best friend, and Melinda is your aunt, we can't, if Melinda knows we ...she's going to kill me..."

Ron was helpless, well, it was useless to try his own good looks.

It seems that the relationship between them has not reached that stage.

"Okay, my fault!" Ron said, seemingly a little disappointed.

Seeing Ron like this, Grace quickly added: "No, no, give me a little time!"

"is it?"

"Ok!"

Grace nodded slightly, her head lowered involuntarily.

Afterwards, Ron never acted aggressively again, and of course the aggressive refers to kissing.

As for the normal actions of guiding Grace, Ron naturally continued with a cheeky face.

Grace comforted herself to endure it for the sake of the plan, but at the same time wanted to enjoy Ron's hands and feet.

Grace reluctantly refused Ron's behavior of continuing to guide her until she felt a little misfired.

After dinner, Ron sent Grace to the manor as usual.

The two stopped in front of the house.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" Ron offered.

Grace raised her head slightly and looked at Ron with bright eyes.

As if being burned by Ron's hot eyes, he looked away immediately.

"Uh...it's a bit late today!"

"You hate me? If so, I will never bother you again." Ron said with red eyes.

Grace saw that Ron seemed to have been hit, and quickly shook her head, "No, then...then come in and sit down!"

The two walked in, and behind Grace, Ron showed a triumphant smile.

Of course he did it on purpose.

However, it's just playing hard to get.

Grace did have feelings for him.

now it's right.

Then Grace changed into a silver-gray silk pajamas with a black cashmere jacket over it, revealing her fair skin on her chest and her slender calves.

How could Ron bear seeing Grace like this.

Hugging her directly, and kissing her, Grace tried pushing, slapping, and struggling.

Ron, who turned into a beast, was not moved at all, and Grace's bathing fire was actually aroused by Ron a long time ago.

In the afternoon, Ron made a move on her, but in fact, she was enduring it.

Thoroughly inspired at this moment, she turned her struggle into cooperation, her hands hugged Ron's neck tightly, and cooperated fiercely.

What a good friend, what Melinda, all go to hell... All the constraints have been thrown out of the sky by her.

Seeing this, Ron picked up Grace's long white and greasy legs and rushed upstairs.

Soon, we arrived at the bedroom.

Ron tore off his tie, and the buttons of his shirt flew off.

"what!"

Grace looked up at Ron affectionately.

Here, more than [-] words are omitted...

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