I asked you to write a book, not to disclose your criminal record!

Chapter 31 Do you have any other side job besides writing books?

Chapter 31 Do you have any other side job besides writing books?
"Hey handsome guy, the cartoon pattern on your girlfriend's body is our 'doll'. You can take her away if you hit her with all 20 bullets."

The stall owner was thinking about doing business. He took out a little yellow duck doll from the box and tried to sell it to Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan took a look.

There was a cartoon little yellow duck printed on Shen Qianqian's white T-shirt, which looked exactly the same as the little yellow duck in the stall owner's hand.

"Boss, we are not..."

Lin Chuan hasn't finished speaking yet.

Lao Wang put the imitation gun on Lin Chuan's hand and said, "Qiqi has a Doraemon cat. See if you can help Officer Shen take away a little yellow duck."

Lin Chuan looked at Shen Qianqian.

Just like a boy cannot refuse a gun, Shen Qianqian seems to have a special liking for the little yellow duck.

At this time.

She had already picked up the imitation gun and said with a smile, "Boss, all 20 shots hit the target, right?"

The stall owner smiled and said, “Yes.”

Shen Qianqian raised the gun and pulled the trigger.

Snapped!
Snapped!
Snapped!
As expected of a criminal policeman, his shooting skills are really accurate.

The high ponytail swayed slightly as she kept pulling the trigger, her beautiful eyes were particularly focused, and her beautiful facial features seemed somewhat heroic at this moment.

Lin Chuan's mouth twitched slightly.

This was the cool and elegant Shen Qianqian in his impression!
When she was chasing the criminals, she also shot them in the head, right?
but.

Shen Qianqian obviously rarely played with this type of simulation gun, so the feel was not right. When she fired the last shot, it was slightly off.

20 bullets, 19 hits.

As the man behind Lin Chuan's love affair, Lao Wang immediately pushed Lin Chuan to the table: "Officer Shen, let him try."

Shen Qianqian smiled and looked at Lin Chuan: "Can he do it?"

"Chuan, Officer Shen asks you if it's okay?"

Lao Wang laughed.

Men, you can’t say no.

Lin Chuan hesitated for a moment and said, "It should be okay."

In fact, men will never hesitate when faced with the question of whether something is possible or not.

However, the person asking this question is a criminal police officer.

Lin Chuan always thought that what Shen Qianqian was asking was: should there be punishment or not?

Of course not!
However, hitting a balloon is not hitting the target object, so it is not against the law, Lin Chuan hinted to himself.

Lao Wang and Xue Qiqi were watching the show nearby.

Shen Qianqian's beautiful eyes moved slightly, and she looked at Lin Chuan with interest.

Lin Chuan weighed the imitation gun in his hand.

As soon as he got the gun, he had a special feeling, as if he was meeting an old friend he had not seen for a long time.

Lin Chuan recognized this gun. It was a simulated version of the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle, a common prop used to shoot balloons on the street and it would not hurt anyone.

Out of habit, Lin Chuan did not rush to load the bullet or pull the trigger as his first step, but instead tested the gun.

The imitation guns sold by street vendors are in different conditions after being used by many people.

Just now, Shen Qianqian's last shot missed the target. Lin Chuan thought that it was most likely a problem with the gun.

So, Lin Chuan conducted a simple gun inspection.

But such a simple action attracted Shen Qianqian's attention: "It seems that you know a lot about guns."

After Lin Chuan checked the gun, he lied, "I like to look at guns, so I will do it."

“I thought writers just sat at home and did nothing.”

Shen Qianqian made a joke and everyone laughed.

Subsequently.

Lin Chuan held the lower sight of the imitation gun with his left hand, and the neck of the gun with his right hand. The first joint of his index finger rested on the trigger, his upper arm was slightly vertical, and his hands coordinated to hold the gun against his shoulder sockets. His head tilted forward slightly, showing the standard posture of holding a Type 56 semi-automatic rifle.

Lao Wang and Xue Qiqi looked at each other and muttered, "I didn't expect Lao Lin to be so impressive."

The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

Shen Qianqian saw at a glance that Lin Chuan's posture was extremely professional, and her beautiful eyes suddenly focused: "Comrade Lin Chuan, there is something."

immediately.

She saw Lin Chuan looking straight ahead with sharp eyes, as if he was staring at prey.

Snapped!
Load the gun and pull the trigger. Headshot!
A pink balloon popped.

Lin Chuan fired continuously.

Snap, snap, snap,…

All 20 shots hit the target!
Shen Qianqian's brows were half tight, with a look of surprise on her face.

She was not surprised that Lin Chuan hit all 20 shots, but because she seemed to see a well-trained sniper in Lin Chuan.

At least ten years of experience in using guns!

"Officer Shen, thank you for giving me a full subscription to my novels." Lin Chuan handed the little yellow duck to Shen Qianqian.

Shen Qianqian stared at Lin Chuan with her beautiful eyes and said with a smile: "Comrade Lin Chuan, are you really a writer?"

"No." Lin Chuan shook his head.

"Then what is your real identity?" Shen Qianqian was slightly stunned.

Lin Chuan laughed and said, "Only great people are called writers, I'm just a failed writer."

Shen Qianqian covered her mouth and laughed: "I mean, besides writing books, do you have any other side jobs?"

Lin Chuan scratched the back of his head: "I usually also play an animal."

"What animal?"

Lin Chuan was humorous for once: "Single dog."

Shen Qianqian chuckled, took the little yellow duck, and couldn't stop smiling.

In the Riverside Square, a few dogs barked at the right time, as if responding to Lin Chuan.

The evening breeze is cool.

The green plants by the river swayed gently in the wind, and the rustling sound was like the whispers between lovers.

Above the sky, there is a piece of black silk with dense stars, slowly spreading out, with star spots twinkling, interweaving to create an intoxicating dream.

Lin Chuan returned to the Xingfu Community in the east of the city, opened the iron door of his rented house, walked into the familiar and simple one-bedroom apartment, and lay down on the bed.

Return from fantasy to reality.

Tonight, after getting the little yellow duck, Lin Chuan did not continue to listen to Lao Wang's words, but stopped abruptly.

He thought that he was still too far away from Shen Qianqian, the ideal policewoman in the world.

Love during student years can be blind.

But when they grow up, they pay attention to the rich and eventually get married.

Xia Zhu doesn't like money, but every moment that Wang Duoyu touches her requires money. Moreover, without the inheritance left by the second uncle, Wang Duoyu wouldn't even know who Xia Zhu is.

Is this Cupid's arrow?

of course not!

This is fucking money power!
The money-making ability is biubiubiu, more accurate than Cupid!
Therefore, making money is still the first goal!

You have all the cheats turned on, but if you just use them for dating, isn't that a waste of talent?
Make money!

……

The next day, it was cloudy.

The gray sky seemed to be covered with a veil, and a few cool breezes blew in from the window from time to time.

Lin Chuan got up early.

Because the novel "This Killer is Too Professional" has been exported.

【Work: This killer is too professional. 】

[Current status: Not released.]

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