hear the voice of the soul

Chapter 72
Could it be that this is a place where rich people engage in violent activities?Don't you think I'm a human target? Tang Yumo wondered if he trusted Gu Yihan too much. What was Gu Yihan's intention in bringing her here?I didn't even ask, and followed all the way foolishly.

You really have a cold and your brain is confused. Tang Yumo blamed himself secretly.

　"Chief, you are here, my younger brother is waiting for you."

　"Boss Xin is polite."

　Facing him, a middle-aged uncle who looked obviously ten years older than Gu Yihan but called himself "little brother" came up and shook Gu Yihan's hand vigorously and intimately.Gu Yihan cooperated politely and calmly for a moment, and then pulled his hand away.

　The two walked in all the way, Jiang Ping had already walked away at some point, Tang Yumo had no choice but to follow, otherwise he might really get lost here.

　After walking for a while, the front suddenly opened up, and it turned out to be a semi-open-air field. Under the illumination of huge lampposts, the mountains, forests, slopes and grasslands could be faintly seen in the distance, and the sound of soldiers practicing could be faintly heard.What is this place?Tang Yumo was even more confused.

　It wasn't until Gu Yihan took the guns and ammunition handed over by the waiter in military uniform, reloaded the ammunition smoothly, aimed at the target in the distance, and Tang Yumo realized that this should be a very high-end professional shooting club.

　Tch, let me wear such a strange outfit, you are not in a suit and leather shoes, you are playing tricks!

　Tang Yumo was just complaining, but the next second, Gu Yihan's burst of gunshots made his mind roar.

　She did not expect that the close-range gunshots in the semi-closed space would be such a shock.

　In an instant, the bombardment all over the sky, the fleeing of the poor, the unrecognizable soldiers, the skinny toddler, and the dull pain from the bullet piercing through the chest, the photojournalist who was smiling at her a second before falling in front of her, Large expanses of thick blood-red liquid. The scenes she had experienced in Egypt suddenly flooded into her mind, accompanied by Gu Yihan's gunshots one after another, her whole body trembled, almost Unsteady standing.

　When President Xin came on stage, Gu Yihan took off the noise-canceling headset and walked in front of Tang Yumo.

　"Why, are there ghosts here too?"

　Seeing Tang Yumo's trembling expression, Gu Yihan asked.

　"May I go first?"

　Tang Yumo flinched and looked at him beggingly.Those memories were too tragic and painful, and she didn't want to think about them for a moment.

　"What? You can't stand this thing?"

　Gu Yihan glanced at her coldly, grabbed her hand, dragged her to the side of the field, put on his noise-canceling headset, helped her hold the gun he used just now, and led her a step After loading the ammunition, she pulled the upper back of the gun to let it rebound automatically, put her index finger on the trigger, and ordered: "Strength!"

　Tang Yumo couldn't help but do as he said, and pulled the trigger tremblingly.The recoil of the gun made her arms tremble, but it was slightly smaller than expected, and the sound of the gun was also quieter than what she heard just now, probably because of the noise-canceling headset.

　Forced to challenge his own psychological limits, Tang Yumo found that it was not as scary as he felt just now. At this moment, when he calmed down, Gu Yihan's breathing sound was close to his ears, and the heat was lingering in his cochlea, itching, and his whole body was covered with tears. The strong masculine breath enveloped her tightly, and she suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

　"Continue. Are the eyes white? Take aim! You're almost hitting someone else's target."

　Gu Yihan's voice lacked any emotion or warmth, like a cold instructor.

(End of this chapter)