The Journey of Survival After Turning into a Beautiful Girl

Qi Wen said so, and at the same time her eyes were fixed on my face, um... I clearly know that now my

My face is definitely not very good, but I still

I hope this kid can have a little more brains, otherwise, don't blame me.

"What are you talking about! You know, I'm the one holding the gun now!!"

As Zhou Xinghai said, he laughed and stood up with the support of He Shuang. The muzzle of the gun in his hand was pointed at my head all the time.

And my eyes, just looking at him

Trigger finger.

"You said your name is Fang Yuxuan, right? This time, are you afraid? Hehe! From now on, you have to listen to me!"

Zhou Xinghai smiled, with a hint of...a malicious expression on his face, don't ask me why I didn't see it, it was written on this guy's face

clear and direct.

"Are you... sure you want to point your gun at me? In other words, are you ready to bear the consequences?"

Facing such a person who has never used a gun at all, I don't even bother to be afraid.

People who often use guns can tell at a glance

Come, especially the M500, has been with me for more than half a year, and in the whole year since the end of the world, I almost only

In the past two months, I didn't take a gun.

How to put it, I am also an old shooter now, and I can tell at a glance whether his injured movements are blunt.

Even, his hand was not attached to the trigger, but leaned against the trigger guard. This rookie-style gun holding method,

Already exposed he never took

The past of the gun.

"What did you say!?"

Zhou Xinghai seemed very dissatisfied with my tone, he put his finger on the trigger, and at the same time, took out the

a bag of things.

"pat~"

He threw the bag in front of me. Inside was some white powder, which was whiter than flour.

What is this?

Subconsciously, he reached out and touched the powder in a small plastic bag that Zhou Xinghai threw on the table, it was dry and hard.

"eat a bit!"

Zhou Xinghai's voice came over, subconsciously, I looked up at these people, the eyes of the short-haired girl were filled with surprise.

Astonished, He Shuang revealed a look of longing

Looks like.

The eyes of Liu Xin and Qi Wen on the side showed consternation.

Chapter 33 The dead chicken, dead (monthly ticket plus update)

And Zhou Xinghai's eyes with a strong desire for control and possessiveness, I am not very familiar with this kind of eyes, but I can see it at a glance,

Isn't this the big BOOS in the movie,

Especially the looks that appear in some unsuitable movies?

I was a little curious and didn't rush to touch this thing.

"what is this?"

Asked curiously, while looking down at this thing.

"Xinghai, didn't you quit?!"

Before Zhou Xinghai could say anything, Liu Xin over there couldn't help but say something, and Qi Wen's eyes were full of disgust.

Looking at Zhou Xinghai.

"Xinghai! This! Haven't you already quit?! Why are you still there!?"

The short-haired girl Ji Ling stared blankly at Zhou Xinghai, as if meeting someone again, the love in her eyes was like the tide

Generally dispersed, followed by, is

A look called 'disappointment'.

There was a trace of heartache in Liu Xin's eyes.

Do these people have stories?

However, I probably understand what it is.

"Stop talking, all of you, first control this woman, and I will explain to you later!"

Zhou Xinghai said, and then turned his gaze back to me.

"eat!"

"eat?"

Looking up at Zhou Xinghai, he shook the bag in his hand, at least one or two?As far as I remember, this stuff seems expensive

of.

"I want to ask, are you the second generation rich or the second generation official?"

Smiled, looking at this idiot, do you think I really know how to eat?

"You fucking care who I am, whether I eat or not!"

His finger was on the trigger and he pulled slightly.

"Shoot, and then, you will know the consequences."

Smiling, I don't even have the slightest fear of the gun pointing at me.

And this Zhou Xinghai really shot!

The muzzle of the gun was pointed at my head, and his finger pressed the trigger.

Normal pistols have a trigger range. There is a short distance from when the trigger is pulled hard, and this distance,

basically one type of gun, but

I have known the trigger stroke of the M500 countless times. Hit me with a gun I know well?

Looking at his fingers, across the distance of the stroke, while looking in the direction of the muzzle of the gun, the moment the stroke ended, I

Tilted his head to the left.

"Bang!!"

Accompanied by a loud noise, a gust of hot wind came from his right ear. At the same time, Zhou Xinghai screamed and fell to the ground.

Covering his nose, his right wrist

Has been twisted in a strange direction.

This idiot really thinks that M500 can be used by anyone?

Maybe he saw how easy it was for me to use it?So didn't care?

You know, the recoil of this gun, even a professional soldier, can't pull it continuously, or even say that it can't be fired with one hand.

Use, there are several can like me

One-handed use?

Let alone the grip strength and wrist strength of the wrist, it must be more than one hundred catties.

My single arm is [-] kilograms, so the recoil of this gun is nothing to me, but to an ordinary person

Say, the grip strength of an ordinary person should be

It should be around 500 kg, and if you want to hold this gun, you need at least two hands, that is to say, to control the M[-], you need at least a strong grip

More than one hundred kilograms.

A normal person's one-hand grip strength is about [-] kilograms, but it does not prove that he can lift a [-]-kg object with one hand,

Arm, wrist and grip strength, although relatively

Guan, but they all exist independently.

A person who trains regularly and has strong arms can have a grip strength of [-] to [-] kilograms, which is considered a kind of

limit, while the average Caucasian

Strength, stronger than people of the yellow race, even those people who want to use the M500 have to hold their hands tightly, let alone such an inexperienced

Exercising regularly, looks thinner

of young people.

He stood up, put the burnt cigarette butts into the ashtray, and walked in front of Zhou Xinghai under the astonished eyes of a group of people.

This guy failed to control the M500 the moment he fired the shot, and was directly broken by the strong recoil force on his right wrist.

At the same time the barrel of the gun bounced into his face,

Judging by the amount of bleeding, the nose should be broken.

In the blink of an eye, his face was already covered in blood.

"How, have you tasted the consequences?"

Picking up the M500 that fell on the ground, I touched the scratches on it with distress, and I don’t know if I can polish it with sandpaper.

under.