Luo Yangyang's height is at most 1.68 meters. The key is that she is small and thin, so she looks thin and weak.

It's hard for Jim to imagine that their strong boss would like such a petite and weak little girl.

"Practice, practice guns."

Jim was only wearing a loose camouflage underpants and no clothes on his upper body. Luo Yangyang accidentally swept the thick chest hair on his large chest muscles. Her little face turned red and stammered with embarrassment.

Why don't these people like wearing tops?

Although it's summer, it's still early in the morning. It's not hot at all, and it's too unsightly to wear clothes.

"Practice guns? I'll see if you practice one."

As soon as Jim lifted it, he threw the heavy gun at Luoyang.

Anthony saw Jim throw the gun, but Jim threw it so suddenly that it was too late for him to stop it.

Luo Yangyang didn't expect Jim to throw a gun. Looking at the big black guy who hit her head and face, her scalp was numb. If she was hit, it must be very painful!

Luo Yang, whose eyes were frightened and stared in panic, hurriedly stretched out his hand to pick it up.

"Ah --"

The heavy submachine gun was very big and long. Luoyang thought it would be heavy, but he didn't expect it to be so heavy.

She finally grasped the barrel of the heavy gun, and her whole body was brought forward by the sagging weight of the gun. She could not bear it and bent forward.

"Hey..."

Luo Yangyang's small body was about to be dragged down by the submachine gun. It made Jim tremble. He hurried forward and was about to pick up the submachine gun.

Seeing that both the man and the gun were about to fall, Jim's first reaction was to pick up the gun, not to help Luoyang.

Fortunately, when the butt of the gun was about to hit the dirt ground, his hands firmly grasped the Luoyang of the barrel, stabilized its weight and didn't let it sag again.

She didn't fall to the ground because she couldn't catch a gun.

"You scared the hell out of me! I thought you were going to abuse my gun!"

Jim, who stepped forward with his right leg and made a downward fishing gesture with his hands, locked his eyes on the butt of the gun only five centimeters from the ground.

After Jim's exaggerated shouting, he withdrew his hand and stood up straight, looking at Luo Yang with a little dissatisfaction.

Because the weight of the heavy submachine gun is really too heavy for Luoyang. She grabbed the gun and now she can't straighten up with the gun.

After gently lowering the gun and letting the butt of the gun hang gently on the ground, Luo Yangyang straightened up and looked at Jim's big eyes, which also contained dissatisfaction.

"This gun is so heavy! Why did you throw it to me? You want to kill me?"

Because of the canonization, Luo Yangyang knew that Jim didn't dare to do anything to her, so she didn't suppress her dissatisfaction.

When she reached for the gun, she almost fell on all fours. If she didn't take the gun, she might be hit all over her head and faint directly.

This gun is really heavy. There must be 20 pounds. Maybe 30 pounds go up.

"Didn't you say you wanted to practice your gun? I kindly lent you my gun."

Jim slightly looked at Luo Yang apologetically. He swore that he really didn't mean it.

He was used to dealing with men with great strength. For a moment, he was negligent. Unexpectedly, Luoyang had little strength and could not even hold a gun.

"You don't see what kind of gun you have. How can I practice it when it's so heavy?"

Luo Yangyang read out his deep contempt from Jim's expression.