After Becoming a Little |

The aiming method has been adjusted so that it can attack from a longer distance. The ballistic trajectory is straight and drops very little, and even the caliber has come to the insane 23mm aircraft gun caliber.

It is not so much a heavy precision rifle as it is a heavy precision cannon.

Xuanpao Tyrant's super-heavy longbow precision rifle that had been dropped by the khaki royal sister tauren was no more than this level.

How can a normal person use such a thing? Even in the Middle East where Blue Star is the most chaotic, there are very few modification methods that are so frenzied. Rather than saying that the cost performance is too low, it is better to use The scope is too narrow and the requirements are too high.

In those war-torn areas in the Middle East, all kinds of whimsical modification products are indispensable, and there are indeed simple cases of using large-caliber anti-aircraft cannons to modify sniper rifles to fight against infantry, and there are even actual combat results as evidence.

However, that kind of modification is more of a simple assembly, using large-caliber pipes, and it has to be unloaded for reloading after firing a shot, and the accuracy is far inferior to laboratory products.

Of course, the mediocre uncle would never use this kind of weapon. He is the king of killers but not the king of destruction.

Normal dark world organizations purchase conventional weapons, and the so-called heavy firepower is nothing but heavy weapons commonly found in light weapons.

The practice of customizing weapons specifically to deal with a certain type of target is beyond their capabilities.

It's just urgent, conventional weapons can't deal with the kind of things I saw last night...

Although Jia Ziyu is just a killer organization plus an intelligence organization, not a military-industrial complex like spicy chicken shreds, nor a professional like the National Academy of Sciences of the Republic who takes orders for large-scale deployment of the army, it is still darker than normal people imagined. Organizations are much more orderly and stronger.

But on the other hand, Jia Ziyu actually has a plan for this special situation. It's hard to say that they don't have information in some special fields.

And it was the kind of psychological expectation that I had already had a long time ago...

Before the mediocre uncle started, he hesitated for a moment——

He knew in his heart that once he made a move here, the information that would be leaked from his own gun and the information that would be inferred by extension would be as high as half a person.

But the hesitation was only for a moment.

In the next moment, he put aside all his thoughts, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them again——

The huge heavy-duty long-range sniper gun was pulled by him with a "crash—" and a red pointed bullet that was as long as a palm was pushed into the barrel of the gun. The trembling tone of the percussion was murderous.

Then the gun was held flat by him and held in front of him. At this time, the ordinary uncle was more serious than ever before. Standing on the speedboat with his legs spread apart, that was enough. The sighting equipment on the forearm spanned a distance of 800 meters, and almost at the same time when it was picked up, it found Mu Yuzi's trace in the field of vision.

And the white-haired woman sitting across from her...

The unremarkable uncle still pressed his finger on the trigger, adjusting his vision slightly.

Theoretically speaking, after he pressed his finger down and fired, this special armor-piercing bullet also needed to fly in the air for nearly 2.8 seconds before reaching the white-haired woman.

If it hits, the latter will be broken into two pieces on the spot under the huge impact, and a part of the body may even turn into blood and paste on the wall in the middle.

But his purpose is not to directly kill the opponent - what's more, he can't guarantee whether the opponent will dodge at the last moment with the opponent's speed.

He just kept aiming like this, moved the muzzle of the gun slightly sideways, aimed at an unmanned car in front of the store, and estimated the distance between the two sides.

At this time, the timed callback he had previously set on the phone was connected, and in his field of vision, he saw Mu Youzi reaching for her own phone on the table.

However, at this time, the eyes of the ordinary uncle who moved the gun slightly sideways could not help but tremble slightly.

He suddenly saw the face of the white-haired woman—to be exact, the face that the white-haired woman just looked at.

That line of sight seems to have crossed the sea, looking directly at it from 800 meters away, and it can be seen very clearly...

What is the concept of a sniper distance of 800 meters?

The latest world-class long-distance sniper record is 3450 meters, and the previous world record before this ultra-long-distance sniper record was 2475 meters, and his current distance is between the two.

The 2475-meter record creator used an L115A3 sniper rifle, and the bullet took six seconds to fly.

As long as the target staggers and takes a step away within these six seconds, the sniper will fail.

In the one at 3450 meters, the bullet flew directly for ten seconds. If the target was not giving a speech at a fixed position, it would be almost impossible to succeed.

And at that distance, it's almost impossible for someone being targeted to find themselves locked on - that's too far away.

It's so far away that even if you know there is someone at this distance, you can't see the opponent's movements clearly, let alone be aware of the first time you are locked, and look back directly.

The last one who could react with this speed and grab the guns of the guards around him to fight back was the reporter in the red dress.

While thinking about it, his biggest reliance now is that the opponent does not have a suitable weapon in his hand.

The Republic is not a third-world country, nor is it a war-torn area. The girl in the red dress was able to snatch weapons from the guards because the president of that third-world country was essentially a warlord. On the low side.

This brought convenience to the girl in the red dress, but it brought him a little trouble.

But now what is the tyrant's counterattack?Use the bamboo stick in her hand?

In his field of vision, Mu Yuzi pressed his hand on the phone, staring at the white-haired girl.

When the call was connected, the other party turned his head and looked at this side. All this seemed to be developing according to normal logic.

What shocked him was nothing more than the other party's terrifying perception ability.

There may be fear, but facing an unarmed strong man 800 meters away, and he is still holding a heavy gun with astonishing lethality, it is unrealistic to say how scared he is.

Before he could speak, the other party's voice came over, and the displeasure in his tone was very clear.

"How many times have I said it... I hate people pointing a gun to my head..."

The ordinary uncle saw the opponent's face, saw the opponent's eyes through the sighting device, until he fixed his eyes on the opponent's distinctive pupils.

Those were a pair of indifferent pupils that didn't look like human beings at all. On the contrary, they looked like some kind of noble existence like a god, with the splendor of pure gold.

And then the blinding light—

Almost subconsciously, he shifted his body, and suddenly raised his head from the sighting device.

The faint light disappeared on the sea surface, and half a second later, the finger-long scar that brushed against his cheek slowly took shape.

The scar was not a bloodstain, but more like a burn, and the moment it was wiped off, the wound was already branded like a branding iron.

Before the tingling had time to spread along the wound, it had turned into more subtle burning pain and itching.

But these pains were just little things, a deep chill creeping up his spine.

The Killer King's condensed eyes inevitably brought a look of shock. He looked at the gun in his hand—the special sighting device with a long forearm emitting unpleasant green smoke. The air slowly rises.

There was a fingertip-sized black hole in the original glass eyepiece, and the edge of the hole was the orange-yellow gleam that remained after the glass was melted.

The sighting equipment facing the sea was burnt back and forth in an instant. Looking out from this hole, all kinds of sophisticated electronic equipment inside have been abolished, and the other end of the hole can even see the rolling waves on the sea. .

800 meters... just a glance...

The chill running down his spine turned into a piercing cold light at this moment, and exploded in the back of his head, making his scalp tingle.

"The nonsense is over?" The voice did not stop, and the voice came from the phone: "Come and sit down when the nonsense is over, let's have a good chat."

The unremarkable uncle moved his fingertips towards the power off button, but he didn't press it.

"It's okay if you don't come, it's nothing more than I get rid of this little cutie, and then I go to your Kazi domain in person. How do you choose? The king of killers, Kazuki Tsuguru..."

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"Guobaorou, in essence, it is charred pork strips with a sweet and sour taste, especially the test of fire control."

The white-haired girl explained this to Mu Youzi, put a chopstick into her mouth, and nodded with satisfaction: "When the meat is seven ripe, you have to go down and pass it again. The first time the oil temperature is high, it will be useless. And because it needs to be re-fried when the oil temperature is eight mature, the action must be fast, if it is too early, the taste will be too tender, and if it is too slow, it will appear dry and unpalatable... Boss, is this oil new for you?"

"It's not a big deal, I just poured three catties of new oil." The enthusiastic store owner laughed, "You can eat this?"

"You can eat it, and you have a heart." The white-haired girl said with emotion: "A lot of restaurants are actually unwilling to use this old method to cook dishes like pork in a pot. In the final analysis, it is because it consumes too much material and time. If you replace it with A master who is born by hand has to do it for half an hour at a time."

"That's right, I'm half an ancestral heirloom. This dish really counts. After Daotai Mansion comes out, my old man will have to be the most authentic."

"Dare to ask the old man's name?"

"It's nothing big. My surname is Chen. I'm an old chef of Huaiyang cuisine. I only learned half of my skills and opened a restaurant to make a living."

"Master Chen of Huaiyang cuisine... Could it be that he is the mentor of Master Zheng, the founder of this dish? Then I am lucky today." When I was in Beidi, these dishes in Daotai Mansion were officially banned dishes, and they were not seen by the common people. If you go back a hundred and eighty years, you will only hear their names and can’t eat them.”

This is how Mrs. Jin's recipes actually came about—the recipes of the official chefs back then were all things that were not passed on to the outside world, and they were no different from the secret books of the martial arts school.

What is Kehuanxi View?Aren't recipes also a kind of classics, so they were included naturally.

Mrs. Jin, this is the skill she practiced for her sisters and chefs in the temple when she was a child. Just take out the recipes in her brain, match her skills, and change careers to become a king of chefs in the kitchen world. There is no pressure. In the dark culinary world, the little headed mother, Master Abei, and the serious Mrs. Jin may be [-]/[-].

Although Mrs. Jin can't cook dishes like [Taro Lemon Smile] or [Hundred Poisonous Emu Persimmon Black Noodles], and the dishes she cooks don't shine, but Mrs. Jin can't stand it!How many punches can people in the dark culinary world withstand her?

"Hey, today I have met a glutton, showing my shame, showing my shame!"

The enthusiastic shopkeeper managed to be reserved for a while, and felt that he was really pretending to be in place and having fun. The most rare thing these days is not pretending to be like the wind, but meeting a qualified supporter just right when the wind is calm. It's hard to put into words, but it's definitely awesome.

Put a dozen beers with dripping water on the table, wipe your hands with the hem of your apron: "These are my presents for the girl, feel free to eat, all dishes are [-]% off! It's rare, rare, I'm enjoying myself today Already!"

The white-haired girl was holding a pot of vegetables and eating happily, but upon hearing this, she just raised her hand and gave a thumbs up, indicating that it was very good.

All the dishes in Beidi can basically be summed up as one sentence: turn the fire to low and then thicken the sauce. The thickening in this old shop is very flavorful, sweet and sour. It's too inferior here.

Mu Youzi's throat rolled, a girl with a big heart is always lucky and lucky, she used to think that the other party had a murderous attitude and had to beat her to death here if she disagreed, but now she felt that the other party was actually quite good— —At least I left a pot of meat for her.

"Eat, why don't you eat?" The white-haired girl raised her head and wiped the corners of her mouth: "It won't taste good when it's cold."

Mu Youzi blinked, and subconsciously turned her head to look outside the door.

It was already getting dark, and the windy port brought curly waves, and the boats tied to the pier swayed, making a slight collision sound from time to time.

A speedboat came in, and a moment later, a tourist with a fishing gear bag came out from the pier, his face in a fisherman's hat lifted slightly, and the scar on one side of his cheek was clearly visible.

The white-haired girl didn't say anything, she lowered her head and continued to eat, as if turning a blind eye.

Mu Youzi signaled her eyes like a cramp, telling the other party to leave quickly - this guy can't run away if he is close to him!

However, the unremarkable uncle who stood there for a few seconds didn't respond to her gaze. He just walked in, sat on the other side of the table, and lowered his head slightly: "I'm sorry."

"Are you Japanese?" The white-haired woman picked up a bunch of grilled prawns and looked at it: "You can speak Mandarin quite well, have you practiced it?"

"I have studied it specially."

"Why did you think of being a killer? You didn't go to the Japanese branch of the Gate of Truth, nor did you go to Gao Tianyuan, but you went to Jiaziyu, which is a bit far away." She handed the prawn over: "Try it?"

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, I invited you here. Originally, I wanted to ask you for something. It doesn't matter whether it's employment or selling favors. It can be regarded as my begging, and the benefits will not be missing from you."

The white-haired girl gently leveled the tails of her chopsticks on the table: "But you shouldn't have pointed a gun at my head before. I really hate these things."

"...I was rude, I'm very sorry."

"Should I say that you are Japanese...Mr. Tsuguru Kazuki, I have read your file, and it is very curious - obviously you are just an office worker, but after disappearing for a short period of time, you have become a powerful person." Killer, your talent is really good, can you tell me what happened in the middle?"

"..." The Killer King, holding a bunch of prawns in his hand, was silent for a moment, and said softly, "That's not a pleasant story."