Chapter 565

"What night was that night?"

"That's...that time at Junshan Villa...and also, at the ××× racing track." Fei Yu felt a little guilty.

"So it was you." No wonder the man's voice sounded familiar.

"Offended."

"Forget it, I don't care about you." Luo Xiaoyan waved his hand very generously.

"Qianchi, aren't you going to practice guns? Let's go." Luo Xiaoyan hasn't touched a gun for a while, her hands are itchy!
"Okay." Bai Qianchi stood up, and the three of them left the main villa.

There is a training ground at the easternmost side of Moyuan, which is large enough for a hundred people to practice, and there is only a wall between the training ground and the outside.

Bai Qianchi has been here in Moyuan for so long, but she hasn't visited here carefully because she is lazy.

This kind of open-air training ground, which is the same as in the military camp, has a better feeling than those mechanical clubs.

On the training ground, a new target was specially replaced. A long table was placed there, and there were more than a dozen firearms on the table, both long and short.

"Won't shooting a gun here startle outsiders?" Bai Qianchi asked.

"These guns are all equipped with silencers." Fei Yu replied.

"Oh." Bai Qianchi picked up a pistol and looked at it.

Speaking of which, she had touched the gun several times, but she seemed to have fired it only once, at Bai Tingting, and never seriously fired anything else.

Luo Xiaoyan took a sniper rifle from the table, it was his favorite.

The bullet was loaded, Luo Xiaoyan took aim at the distant target, closed one eye, passed the sight with one eye, and pulled the trigger:

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Three shots were fired in a row.

Luo Xiaoyan smiled, and carried the sniper rifle on his shoulder in satisfaction: "Full ring."

Bai Qianchi looked at the target [-] meters away, and sure enough, he hit the target.

"How long did it take you to practice every shot?" Bai Qianchi asked.

"Hmm..." Luo Xiaoyan thought for a while, "12 years."

"What?" Bai Qianchi wondered if he heard it wrong.

"I love to go to the military camp since I was a child, and my family also likes to leave me in the military camp for training. Anyway, I was six years old when I touched the gun."

"12 years, I won't have to practice for so long." Bai Qianchi frowned.

"Actually, when I was ten years old, I was able to hit a hundred shots. Of course, this is for a fixed target, and the hit rate is slightly lower for moving targets."

"Besides, the time I could really practice guns in the military camp was only three or four hours a day, because there were other trainings, and I was still young at that time, so if I practiced as an adult, my foundation would be better, and if I worked hard, half a year would be enough. gone."

"Half a year?" For Bai Qianchi, the efficiency is still too low.

"Of course you don't need it if I'm here, I guarantee you will hit every shot within four months." Luo Xiaoyan had a stinking face.

"You have the nerve to take it out to dry in four months." A disdainful voice sounded.

Several people turned their heads to look at the man who was walking this way.

"My wife is so smart, do I need to waste four months?" Di Shaojue came over and put his arms around Bai Qianchi's shoulders.

After four months of practice, the little woman's hands still have calluses.

"Hmph, you're the only one who can pretend." Luo Xiaoyan stomped her feet, wanting to have a fight with him.

"You have higher efficiency?" Bai Qianchi asked with his head slightly raised.

"Two months."

"Really?"

"Of course, I don't even look at who your husband is." Di Shaojue stretched out his hand and pinched Bai Qianchi's face, then frowned: "Why did you lose weight again?"

"No." Bai Qianchi raised his hand to touch his face, then pinched it again, it's all right.

(End of this chapter)

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