Seeing Yan San coming, Ling Qingyu gave way inside. When Yan San sat down, she asked, "why did you come out so soon?"

"There are two fools looking for Yang Zhao to compete with them." Yan San said faintly, took a drink from the cup in front of Ling Qingyu, frowned and said, "what is this?"

idiot? Well, Ling Qingyu admits that this modern language is really too easy to accept, but they also learn too fast!

"Those two people didn't annoy you, did they?" Yan San put down the cup, but his eyes looked at Cheng Jia. The two men looked arrogant. Seeing that they came from the tea room, Yan San felt uneasy in his heart. Well, in fact, he was uneasy from the beginning. He was really curious about the gun, so he let Ling Qingyu alone here, so he just got familiar with it a little and left. When he came over, he heard the two men arrogantly saying that he would teach the local tyrant a lesson.

Cheng Jia smiled and whispered, "they say bad things about her. It's hard to hear."

Yan Qi, who followed Yan San in, turned around and went out without sitting.

"Yan San..." Ling Qingyu sighed.

"Don't worry," Yan San whispered, holding her in his arms, "it won't be noticed. It's just a cloth bag and a stick." This trick was also learned from the movie that Cheng Jia got.

Ling Qingyu is a little speechless, but more warm. In her previous life, she has been said to be strong. In fact, which woman is willing to be strong and support alone in those miserable storms, even if she is insulted face to face, she should smile calmly.

The corners of her eyes were slightly wet, and Ling Qingyu bowed her head in Yan's arms.

Touching her relaxed shoulder, Yan San's eyes swept out were extremely cold, and he was still restrained there, because after all, Ling Qingyu's world was overseas, and at that time in Bianjing, their strength was not enough. The shadow had not grown up at that time, and Yan Qi was not there. Speaking of force, he was alone, so he would more or less converge, afraid that his impulse would pull her into the abyss.

But now it's different. Ye Xi and Yelu's martial arts are even higher than him. Shadow nine and shadow thirteen have also completely grown up. What else can he fear!

Besides, these people are more hateful than those in Bianjing!

Cheng Jia raised her hand to call the waiter, asked for a pot of boiled water, and then asked for a tea cake. Leisurely, when making tea with those simple tea sets, the corners of her mouth brought a faint smile.

Nowadays, among these people, there are top masters, generals who will win the world, and one of them. If they can't protect their sweetheart like this, they really want to die.

When Jiao Ning sent several people out, he was already completely bowed down and convinced, and then repeatedly invited Yang Zhao and Meng Su to come to him more in the future. There are often competitions like gambling just now, hoping that they two would participate as his people. As he said, he handed a large paper bag to Yang Zhao.

Yang Zhao handed lingqingyu, who got up and greeted him. Ling Qingyu looked down and found two bundles of brand-new 100 yuan bills and 200000 cash in the thick paper bag

"Won." Yang Zhao smiled.

Time turned back to the time when the two men came in.

The coat was casually placed on the back of the chair. The man wearing a white shirt had an elegant posture and a handsome face. He just pointed out a few times, and the posture of holding the gun was more accurate than his. The natural momentum of his body made Jiao Ning put away his contemptuous attitude at the beginning.

His shooting range is not external, and all the people he receives are members. If it weren't for his friendship here, he really doesn't want to receive novices. However, although these people really don't know anything about guns, they get familiar with them too quickly. Moreover, the kind of bloodthirsty and murderous intention that inadvertently shows makes him a Vietnam War veteran cool from behind.

These people, their eyes swept from the blonde youth in the shooting room at the edge to the young man who had hit ten hearts in a row. These people, he swore by the intuition of the veteran, were definitely not ordinary people.

"What's that called?" Zhao Yinfeng weighed the gun, took off the earmuff and shouted to He Li in the nearby shooting room.

He Li was stunned for a moment and said, "backseat force?" Meng Su was very interested in guns. He asked Cheng Jia to download the relevant materials early in the morning and studied with Yang Zhao for several days, so they were the first to use them skillfully. When listening to the boss's teaching just now, fresh terms came out one after another.

"Yes, that's it." Zhao Yinfeng looked out and asked, "Yang Zhao, how did you solve the backseat force?"

Before Yang Zhao spoke, Meng Su laughed and said, "it's good to get used to it. The strength is similar to archery. However, Zhao Yinfeng, you'd better forget it. You're not good at this job."

"Look down on me? Meng Su, have the guts to compete!" Zhao Yinfeng raised his eyebrows and shouted.

Just after shooting a round, Meng Su said with a smile while loading the bullet, "it's OK to compete, but we have to be colorful."

"That's natural, you say!" Zhao Yinfeng also started loading bullets, saying.

"Well, let's bet tonight. If you lose, it's mine tonight." Meng Su leaned out of the shooting room and winked provocatively at him.

Zhao Yinfeng, who wanted to say that there was no problem, pressed his voice back. Joking, Meng Su, like Yang Zhao, is a famous marksman. Playing this kind of game is naturally easier than him. It's not easy to wait until tonight for that person to belong to him! Zhao Yinfeng shouted, "don't compare with you, let's go out and fight alone!"

auzw. Meng Su said with a smile, "then I can't compare with you. You can find the general, or, Na, eleven."

Several people laughed, and Zhao Yinfeng said angrily, "you should try to compete with eleven!"

"Jiao Ning, I heard that you have a rich man here. How dare you play with your friends?" The sound from the door stopped the teasing in the shooting range. Looking at the two people who came in from the door, Zhao Yinfeng raised his eyebrows and said, "Yo, this is to try with us?"

"Dare you? Anyway, we won't bully you. How about a one-off game?" The line of sight turned from the man in the first shooting room Jiao Ning looked at to the burly man who leaned out of the shooting room to answer the call. President Zhu laughed.

Jiao Ninggang wanted to stop, and heard the burly man say, "you two, we also have two people, one game will win or lose, don't be so wordy, one hundred thousand games." He immediately stopped talking.

After finishing speaking to the two people, Zhao Yinfeng winked at Yang Zhao and said, "how about winning some money and inviting the brothers to eat something good in the evening."

Yang Zhao smiled, put down his gun and said, "let's not come here to play. Don't make trouble."

"Oh, are you afraid?" President Zhu pushed Yang Zhao away and said, "this place is not for people like you. You'd better go somewhere else to play, boy."

The voices of the other shooting rooms all stopped. Zhao Yinfeng leaned against the door of the shooting room, blew the barrel, whistled, and said, "we adults have a large number, so we can't bully more."

Ye Shiyi stopped, just standing at the door of the shooting room like Zhao Yinfeng, looking at the two timid men in their thirties.

Yang Zhao smiled slightly, and his face came out with coldness. He rolled his sleeve and said, "how do you want to compare?"

The man in front of him was only twenty-five or six, slender and handsome. President Zhu thought he was just a local tyrant, but with such a smile, he was stunned by the fighting spirit all over, and suddenly he was a little speechless.

"Mr. Zhu, Mr. Peng, this is the first time for this gentleman to take a gun today. Here..." before Jiao Ning finished speaking, Mr. Peng had laughed and said, "he said so. If we don't fight, it's like we're afraid of them. How about onehundredthousand one game, two-on-two?"

Jiao Ning smiled and stopped persuading. Zhu and Peng have been playing with guns for a long time. They most like to show their strength in this way. It is said that they are new people, so they are even more enthusiastic. Let them kick the iron plate.

Standard pistol, ten bullets, the most remote mobile target, Zhu Zongxuan's way, the general newcomer is afraid of not hitting a target. In order to show fairness, Jiao Ning took out 200000 cash first, put it aside, and pay him if he loses.

Yang Zhao and Zhu Zong were in the adjacent shooting room, Peng and Meng Su were in the adjacent shooting room. When the four were loading bullets, Ying Jiu followed Yan Qi out.

After ten rounds of bullets, Zhu and Peng took off their earmuffs and looked at their performance of about 70 rings. It's good for newcomers not to fly all the targets, only 20 or 30 rings at most.

The distant target moved closer. Looking at the gradually clear target, Zhu Peng and his two eyes kept widening, and finally called unbelievably, "this is impossible!"

There is only one hole in the two targets, which is right in the middle of the red heart. Ten shots in a row hit the same place. Even the sharpshooters in the special forces may not be able to achieve this achievement. How can two newcomers be possible?

The two men looked at Jiao Ning with dark faces.

Jiao Ning said with a faint smile, "today is indeed the first time for Mr. Yang and Mr. Meng to touch guns." Although it was the first time, he was shocked by the speed at which he became proficient. Before Zhu Peng and his colleagues came in, they had all started to hit the hearts of hearts, but he didn't expect that they could even hit the balls.

Yang Zhao smiled faintly. The gun and arrow are interlinked in essence, but what the gun needs to master also includes the calculation of recoil force and ballistic traces. If he changed to another gun, he may not be able to do it in such a short time, but this gun is exactly what he just adapted to.

After weighing the robbery in his hand, Meng Su said with a smile, "this thing is a little interesting, general, let's play again when we are free?"

general! It's not just Zhu Peng, but even Jiao Ning. They can't believe it. Are they all out of sight? This person is not the second generation of local tyrants, but the second generation of the army? No, the third generation army?

However, how can the third generation army never touch a gun? Even if it's a civilian, it's impossible not to touch it!

However, when they first took the gun, the reaction was not false!

Jiao Ning was messy in the wind.

"Then we won?" Zhao Yinfeng put his hand on Yang Zhao's shoulder and laughed wickedly at Zhu Peng.

At first, people said they were new people, and they didn't let them. Even now, they know that the other party is the third generation of the army. I'm afraid that the new person is also fake, but they started the competition. If they defaulted, looking at those people who came out of the shooting room, Zhu Peng and others swallowed their saliva and nodded like swallowing bitter fruit.

"Let's go." Yang Zhao picked up his coat, took Zhao Yinfeng's hand down and said, "don't let Qingyu wait."

Jiao Ning put the money in the paper bag and hurriedly sent several people out. The head had been raised from high to slightly bent.

If they did touch guns for the first time, no matter what their identity, this talent would be great.