Reborn Xueba face slap guide

Chapter 171 Training ([-])

The woman smiled naturally and gracefully, and pointed to the front: "There are guns there, choose one that you think is suitable."

Sheng An walked a few steps forward, and came to a table with all kinds of guns on it, including submachine guns and pistols. Basically, some of them are here in this era, and it will take a few years before they will be recognized by everyone. Guns for scope applications are also available here.

I couldn't help but wonder again, as a gangster, how could Mao Jiu have so many guns, even such rare ones on the market.

Sheng'an chose an M9, and it was so heavy that he dropped his hands.Standing in a very standard posture, she aimed at the bull's-eye directly in front of her, pulled the trigger, and with a gunshot, she hit the bull's-eye.

Mao Jiu raised her eyebrows. Her apprentice was stronger than he had imagined. Seeing her agile skills a few days ago, he thought she was good at fighting.

When she pointed the gun at herself, her hand didn't tremble a bit, and the place she aimed at was extremely precise, which was exactly his heart.He originally thought that she performed supernormally, or it was a coincidence.

Judging from the current posture, he is not an easy apprentice.

He clapped his hands from the side and walked towards Sheng'an, pointing at the target.

"Very well, you have to hit the bullseye 9 times in two hours, if you miss one, you have to start over again until it reaches [-]." He pointed to the firearms spread out on the table, where there were still a few M[-]s : "The gun here is for you to replace."

Mao Jiu's words were more or less embarrassing, but they also meant wanting to see Sheng An's ability.

Sheng An glanced at Mao Jiu, and nodded expressionlessly.

She raised her hand and shot again, hitting the red heart again.

At this time, I couldn't help thinking that Mao Jiu had put so much effort into accepting himself as an apprentice, and even if he didn't agree, he was forced to come to train.

All the bullets were used with real feelings, and this person was too generous in his actions.Looking at him, he didn't feel distressed at all, as if this was a normal thing.

At the beginning, the muscles are in good condition, the movements are free, and they can almost hit the target.

When Sheng An's bullet hit the red heart 58 times, the muscles in her hands were a little sore from lifting the 0.96kg M9 for a long time.

But it can still be tolerated, but the hit rate has dropped significantly, from the previous [-]% hit rate to [-]%.

Mao Jiu had a playful smile on his face, looking at Sheng An as if he was looking at an interesting toy.

Ran Qi, the woman who had welcomed Sheng An in before, looked at Mao Jiu in puzzlement: "Master Jiu, I don't understand why you didn't contact that person directly, but adopted such a roundabout way."

Mao Jiu picked up the tea on the table, took a sip, ignored Ran Qi's question, but looked Sheng An up and down several times: "What do you think of Sheng An?"

Ran Qi looked at Sheng An carefully, this girl gave her a mysterious feeling from the moment she came in, a 15-year-old girl grew up in a big environment like China, and she had few opportunities to touch firearms since she was a child.

However, she wasn't shocked when she saw the gun. Instead, she picked up the gun very naturally. When she held it in her hand, she looked like a veteran who had touched guns countless times.

When she fired the gun, her entire aura was overwhelmed. Her relatively restrained temperament instantly became fierce, and her hit rate was too high to say the least.

Ran Qi bowed his head: "Jiu Ye, Sheng An is considered excellent among ordinary people, no, she is very excellent, but in my eyes it is still a little bit worse, any one of us can kill her completely. And it is in the Without her knowing it."

　PS:
　　sichuan joke
　　There was a lot of people on the plane, some people were carrying snakeskin bags, some people were carrying live chickens and ducks, the security inspector was sweating profusely: "Back? 篼, I have to pay for the fare, I am overweight and old." "Why? Two sacks last time The yams make me overcooked.” Another passenger leaned over: “Come on, brother, smoke a cigarette, look at my bags of live chickens. If the cabin can’t fit, I’ll tie them to the wings of the plane. The balls are old, anyway, they can fly by themselves, and they don't consume the fuel of the plane..."

　　
　
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