"You brat, you really don't know how to be humble. You talk so arrogantly in front of an old detective like you..."

Su Molan opened her mouth, her lips covered with toothpaste foam. While rinsing her mouth quickly, she rolled her eyes at Chu Hao in the mirror and spat angrily:

"Fighting a gun is not as simple as you think. Firstly, it requires a certain amount of talent. Secondly, it requires long-term and diligent practice. Actual combat is also indispensable. Strong and stable psychological quality is the top priority. You know that in order to cultivate students in the army,

How much effort does it take to be a magic gunman..."

"Don't talk about your broken slingshot. I'll make a fool of you by shooting a bird. I'll give you the second place. No one dares to take the first place. When the time comes, you can hold my gun firmly and your hands won't be touched."

It would be nice if the recoil is numb..."

"Although you and I are good players in the shooting competition in the criminal police detachment, we don't dare to say that I believe in second place, and no one dares to believe in first place. Look, you are a fool, and you will wait until next year.

I'll show you how to shoot a few guns and practice your hand strength and courage. Don't let someone put the gun on your head and you'll be scared into a fool..."

Seeing that Su Molan had taken the bait, Chu Hao was still pressing Lai Lai unconvinced:

"Hey, if it's your pitiful little Type 54, forget it. It's too small and boring. I just like playing with big ones. If I want to fight, I'll fight with big ones...

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"Unless you teach me step by step how to fight an infantry gun, or a charge gun, or a machine gun. Ouch, you are so awkward, huh, huh..."

Before Chu Hao could finish his words, Su Molan stretched out his hand and twisted his mouth to a 90-degree angle. The pain made him quickly beg for mercy.

Su Molan spit out the white toothpaste foam in her mouth, glared at him fiercely, and hummed:

"You bastard, you are using a big sword in front of Young Master Guan Gong. Do you understand or do I understand? With your small body, the 56 postures are enough for you to practice for a long time. You also want to play with a charge machine gun. Believe it or not, I have offended you, you little bastard."

....."

"Okay, this matter is settled. After the new year, I will return to the team and get a gun. You can practice with me for a few days. You have done some shameful things recently. Don't be innocent and have a gun put to your head.

Already..."

"It's not Lan Yi. I think assault guns, machine guns and the like are more suitable for me. Damn, your Type 54 is really too small and doesn't meet my personal needs. And you must also like the larger size.

I will definitely look down on that kind of little Diudiu..."

"Gungungun, I even bargained with my mother, big or small, haven't you heard of short and powerful ones? The power of Type 54 is not weaker than the others..."

"Well, since you insist on using the 54-style handgun, I'd like you to take me step by step to shoot the gun..."

"Don't talk nonsense. When the time comes, I will take your boy to shoot a few more magazines. As long as you don't complain that your arm is sore at the end of the day..."

"It doesn't matter whether my arms are sore or not. I just feel sorry for those magazines. Is this considered a public weapon for private use..."

"No, it's all on my head. Normally, everyone in our criminal police detachment has a quota for practicing firearms..."

"That's it, that's okay, then all my ammunition will be on your head. If something happens later, you can't default on it. Those ammunitions are all yours...

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"You brat, when did you become so naughty? Clean it up quickly. After I rinse my mouth, we can go out and take a look at those precious little things you hide in your golden house!"

Chu Hao said "Oh" and glanced at the half-awakened Su Molan reluctantly. He couldn't help but be excited about returning from target practice after the new year.

Since Comrade Su Molan said that all the ammunition belongs to her, does she have anything to hesitate about? Just aim at "ta da da" and pour it out...

This is called courtesy first and then fighting. Make an agreement first and then avoid chaos. If any dispute arises in the future, you can use the established facts that were promised with red lips and white teeth to argue the case.

Wonderful!

At this time, Master Chu quietly looked at Su Molan's graceful back, and suddenly had a plan in his mind. If building a plank road in secret and sleeping in Chen Cang didn't work, talking about love in a crude way didn't work, and chattering about it didn't work, but what if:

"Coach Mo Lan, I want to become a sharpshooter..."

"Coach Mo Lan, please teach me step by step how to play gun..."

"Coach Mo Lan, I'm going to do target shooting, please put the target right..."
Chapter completed!