() Aim, snipe, aim again, snipe again.

I lay in the simulated training cabin and used the optical sight to shoot the "enemy" composed of digital signals over and over again. You read that right, it was a simulated training cabin, not just drawing circles in the cockpit of a training aircraft.

Just a week ago, a batch of simulation training cabins were suddenly allocated to the military academy, and we were officially notified that we no longer need to fumble around in the mecha cockpit. Although it is not clear how the Treaty Army, which has always been seriously lagging behind in this aspect, suddenly became advanced.

, but I still went there happily. As soon as I turned on the computer, the familiar interface immediately blinded me, and the strong smell of copycat went to my head.

Isn't this just a replica of similar airborne equipment from the Allied Forces? It just changed a few letters. It is estimated that the base aircraft was copied from the [Garand] we shot down for the first time.

I held my breath and pressed the control lever tightly, using the optical sight to quickly lock on the targets flying in the sky, and depressing the trigger by one-third with my index finger in advance - I calculated that this could save about 0.2 seconds.

"Ta da da, da da da, da da da"

I fired continuously, the muzzle of the gun shook violently, and the prey swayed desperately from side to side, but in the end it did not escape. It was hit by my shuttle and fell down with black smoke.

"Phew, the tenth frame."

I took a deep breath. Just as the textbook said, holding your breath while shooting can indeed help improve accuracy and concentration, but the trouble is that if you miss two of three hits, you might lose your breath first.

Most fur bears are still not used to this high-tech product at this time, and more people are still accustomed to the old training methods. It is almost dinner time, and there are not many fur bears being trained here and there. If anyone does this

If he noticed my fighting, he would definitely call me crazy.

Because I was shooting with a weird one-handed posture from beginning to end.

To be honest, this move is really difficult to practice. The most difficult thing to overcome is that the platform is unstable and the vibration is great when firing, which greatly increases the spread area of ​​the projectile. It took a long time to figure out a way to do it.

I have to say that this guy Cang Ren does have some skills.

If anyone is still interested in seeing what I am doing, they will definitely yell: Your whole family is crazy. Because I am masturbating, yes, literally masturbating, and my body size is only three-thirds of that of an old fighter jet.

One of the drones.

To put it simply, it is similar to hitting flies with a water gun.

However, my personal principle is either don’t play, or play with something earth-shattering. So, I spent the whole day shooting at these little things, and in the end, when I closed my eyes, small planes were buzzing and flying around.

"The hit rate is still a bit unsatisfactory."

I grunted and prepared to restart the system, but I only heard a "pop" sound, and all the displays and switches went dark. It was obvious that someone without a long-sighted mind had cut off the external power supply.

I yelled, kicked open the cabin door, and was about to beat someone, but soon I realized that I couldn't beat this person.

"I've been sitting here all day. I'm so glad you're still alive."

Edith stood outside the hatch with her arms folded, her sharp gaze fixed on me like a javelin. For some reason, her expression was a little unhappy.

Then the stinky face and foul words immediately turned into the warmest smiles and sweet words.

"Haha, it turns out that the eldest lady is here. I don't know what advice I can give."

Edith said coldly:

"It's okay, I just heard that you are going to die in a few days, and I wanted to treat you to a nice meal."

It took me a lot of effort to understand that it probably meant inviting me to dinner, but wait, isn't the procedure generally reversed? It's over, it's so embarrassing.

After sitting for a whole day, my joints were stiff. I was dancing like a crab. It took me a long time to crawl out of the eggshell-shaped simulation training cabin. The fresh cold air made my whole body tremble.

Only then did I feel that I had been in a sealed space for too long, and my sensory system was a little abnormal.

"Oh God, are you just eating this kind of food to survive the past two days?"

Edith picked up a piece of compressed biscuit wrapping paper and shook it with a frown. I laughed awkwardly and said nothing. At this time, the Slavic girl inadvertently raised her head and saw the still picture in the simulation training cabin, so she

The beautiful eyebrows were twisted into a ball.

"When did you become a fan of 'Cangren'?"

"Not really, just a little interested. That guy is famous?"

"Of course, although I did not apply for the mecha subject, I have heard of the names of the top fifteen aces." Edith rolled her eyes at me, "First of all, we developed the 'one-handed shooting'

With his unique skills, coupled with his high-speed movement and shooting that is almost unmatched, it is said that almost no enemy aircraft can keep up with his speed in battle. He can even shoot before being killed. He can be said to be a monster in the mecha class.

.”

I said "oh" noncommittally, and suddenly my interest in the free food waned, and I wanted to eat two biscuits and jump back to training again.

Dinner was held at a very high-end Western restaurant. The reason why a person with a poor taste like me can recognize the quality is largely due to the heart-pounding string after the name of the dish.

"0".

That day I finally realized that my salary for a month of hard work on the front line was not enough for half a plate of truffle cakes, and the reward for killing a mecha with blood and sweat was not even enough for chewing the tail of a plate of "steamed lobster". I had to risk my life in exchange for it.

All the belongings are worse than a three-tier set meal!

"Young tycoon, you win."

I lay weakly on the table.

"Thank you for the compliment. Actually, I don't like this kind of place either."

Edith calmly closed the menu. In a restaurant full of high-end suits and gorgeous lace skirts, our uniforms were particularly eye-catching, but in a different way. Edith's elegant and cold temperament was like that of an aristocrat.

The originally gray uniforms seemed to sparkle with the color of jewelry, and my taste also skyrocketed. As for me...well, it's a pity that I lowered the taste of the entire restaurant.

.

"If you're tired of eating, it's better not to say anything."

I muttered depressedly. At this time, the waiter had already served salmon with caviar and red wine. I used my fork to pick up four or five fish fillets full of sauce and stuffed them into my mouth, chewing them.

Clatter.

In an instant, countless hostile eyes gathered around me, and I continued pretending not to feel anything.

"No, actually I prefer the food in Oriental restaurants to these monotonous dishes. To be honest, I have never thought that one ingredient can make so many different dishes. Your country is really a magical place.

The place."

Edith took a slight sip of red wine, and a charming blush appeared on her originally too white face, revealing a completely different temperament than usual. I almost nailed my hand with a fork.

"Please, the dishes here are all simplified copycat versions, how can they be compared with the local ones?"

I curled my lips. At this time, the waiter brought the corn and mushroom soup again. I scooped it out twice and thought the spoon was too small, so I just lifted the bowl and drank it.

As a result, the atmosphere of hatred increased by 200%, but I still ignored it.

"Haha, I really look forward to visiting your country one day."

Edith also started to drink soup, but her movements were obviously much nobler than mine.

I curled my lips and said, please, if you want to go to Antarctica and the North Pole, it’s a one-day trip. It’s so emotional.

"But no, there are still a bunch of disgusting people in your country, and I really don't want to walk into their territory."

A name Asimov once said came to mind, and I blurted it out subconsciously.

"Lin?"

"Ah, that's right, you always have trouble with us. I really don't understand why your country doesn't just blow up these businessmen when your country is so strict in this area!"

Edith said angrily and drank up the remaining red liquid in one gulp. Probably due to the alcohol and some emotion, Edith's expression and behavior were much more colorful than usual girls, which was quite interesting.

It's just... When it comes to businessmen, you're not qualified to criticize others.

"Oh, I haven't told you yet, but my family is actually in that business."

Edith playfully extended her index finger to make a pistol gesture and hit me.

"Please, it would be nice to say you are a businessman more politely."

Seeing the aura of rich people begin to shine on beautiful girls again, I was so upset that I almost wanted to run away.

"Haha, I can't help it. Selling this thing is still the most profitable thing in the world now. Oh, if you get involved in the equipment department of the Republic of China in the future, remember not to place an order with Lin."

"Then you have to be more merciful when you kill me."

I teased, and Edith responded with a series of crisp "haha" sounds.

At this time, the waiter brought the steak as the main course. I picked up the knife and used my inner strength. In the dumbfounded eyes of the waiter, I chopped the steak into a pile of finger-shaped strips, and then slowly cut them one by one with a fork.

He put the fork in his mouth, thinking that labor and management were civilized enough this time.

The element of hatred increased again and almost exploded.

"By the way, why don't you just go to an Oriental restaurant? It would save you a lot of effort. The rules in this place are so troublesome."

"No way, both have their own strengths. The food in the Eastern restaurant is more delicious, but the atmosphere in the Western restaurant... well, it's better!"

Edith clenched her teeth inexplicably, and suddenly poured all the red wine in the glass into her stomach. The blush on her face seemed to become more intense. I saw cold sweat breaking out on my forehead, thinking that something was wrong.

, accidentally this young lady got drunk again, and she was not sure what was going to happen again.

Just when I didn't know what to do, an angry old man suddenly walked over from the next table, walked to our table and knocked on the table hard.

"Barbarians are not welcome here, please get out immediately!"

I shrugged and said that I was being barbaric. Could you please explain it to me?

"Hmph, I almost lost count. From your hair to your toes, every place smells like a monkey in the zoo. God, this is the first time I have such uneducated people on earth.

, you simply insulted the taste of everyone here."

The old man said righteously.

"Please, it's bothering you if I pay for the meal. You don't own this store."

I turned away and ignored him. The old man's face turned red. Suddenly, he took out a wallet from his pocket, pulled out a wad of bills... and threw it in my face.

"Then I'll help you pay the bill, Eastern Monkey!"

I was deeply impressed by the aura of this wealthy man. After secretly reciting the cross calming technique taught by Uncle Polkarev, I stood up and smiled at him.

"As the saying goes, courtesy reciprocates. Since you are always so polite, I have no choice but to... you're welcome!"

My last four words were accompanied by the eight-inch truffle cake that had just been served, and I used 60% of my brute force to slam it into the old man's face.

Just hearing the sound of "pop", the old man's noble face instantly felt like a dyeing workshop, with colorful colors, white, white, red and red. He screamed and rubbed his face desperately while turning around, and accidentally bumped into a man who was just passing by.

Waiter.

Suddenly, the piping hot steak, the thick soup, and the freshly grilled fish steak hit all the gentlemen and ladies, causing the whole audience to scream.

"Hehehe."

I don't know if she was drunk, but Edith grinned happily like a child. I had to pull her up and run away before the bodyguards rushed up and beat her.

"Hey, hey, come back, okay? I have something to say."

"Damn, I'll talk about it later if I have something to do..."

Then I felt my head being pulled back by a strong force, and then a kiss that smelled of wine, soup, and steak was passionately pressed against my lips.

I was dumbfounded, the bodyguards were dumbfounded, and everyone in the room was dumbfounded. Only Edith laughed happily, and pulled me out of the door.
Chapter completed!