After a long journey, Zhao Tianyou obtained the seventh Venus star.
When they returned to the shore, the three women had already peeled off the crocodile skin and hung it on the branches with blood.
Zhao Tianyou frowned and said, "The weather is hot, can this crocodile skin be preserved?"
Mei Lingling smiled and said, "It's okay, we have obtained seven Venus stars and can summon the helicopter to go back."
As he said that, Mei Lingling pressed the button of the signal and entered a line of text.
In less than ten minutes, a helicopter flew over the sky.
The four of them boarded the plane and found that Huo Lie was flying. Phoenix looked at them expressionlessly. Next to Phoenix was a very strange man holding a knife in his hand and cutting his nails.
All four of them noticed the man. He was wearing a camouflage t-shirt, with a flat head, wide cheekbones, and a strong and protruding chin. What was even more surprising was his hands.
His fingers were slender and had thick calluses on his fingertips. His whole hands were stable and powerful. When the blade fell gently, a piece of nails must have been neatly peeled off.
In short, this man's movements are very good, but his eyes are very sharp, and it will be uncomfortable for anyone to see them.
Phoenix's eyes were also very sharp. She stared at the four of them and said viciously: "Congratulations on your success."
Mei Lingling handed over seven golden stars, Phoenix took it and put it away, and the man holding the knife said, "Phoenix, are you hating them?"
"Why should I hate them?"
"Because they call you a pervert."
Phoenix glared at the man and cursed: "Old Gun, don't think that your mind reading skills are unparalleled in the world. Do you believe it or not, I will tell the Blood Wolf to deal with you?"
Lao Gun shivered, and he grinned, revealing a healthy and neat teeth: "I'm just kidding, don't tell Brother Sheng."
Leng Aoxue glanced at Fenghuang and felt a little sad.
Why is my love rival always so strong? The road of love is so bumpy.
Just as the cold beauty was complaining, Zhao Tianyou's stomach gushed a few times. He pulled open his backpack and took out the wild boar meat and started to eat it.
The three beauties also ordered some, and each tasted them, and the four of them ate them with relish.
Phoenix's beautiful eyes flashed, and he swallowed a mouthful, and Lao Gun spoke again: "The roasted wild boar is so fragrant, I want to try it too."
"Give it." Zhao Tianyou flashed his blade, cut off a piece and threw it to the old gun.
Lao Gun took it, looked at Zhao Tianyou and said, "Boy, you not only have good fortune but also good luck."
"Yanfu is not mine." Zhao Tianyou glanced at the three beauties and said, "They all have their own hearts, I am just their comrades-in-arms."
Lao Gun didn't speak, he just focused on eating pork.
The phoenix also asked for a piece, and she took a bite and felt it was soft, fragrant and crispy, fat but not greasy.
"Xiao Zhao, your craftsmanship is really good. Who did you learn it from?"
"My third uncle, that old guy is so lazy that he never cooks for me. I have mastered this skill when I make my own meal."
Fenghuang and Lao Qian looked at each other, and their eyes were a little strange. Fenghuang asked again: "Do you have any objections to your uncle?"
"Of course I have an objection, but the family scandal should not be made public. I won't talk about this old guy's scandal, which will save my own appetite."
Zhao Tianyou was like the wind sweeping the broken clouds. He finished eating a large piece of wild boar meat and leaned against the helicopter and fell asleep. He was so tired these days.
When he woke up, Zhao Tianyou had already moved into the barracks.
Unlike the last time, there was an extra bed in the room this time, which was Mei Lingling's.
Last time I lived with two big beauties, but this time there were three. Why is my beauty so good?
"Where are them?" Zhao Tianyou asked.
"Go out." Mei Lingling said.
"Why don't you go out?"
"I think this is pretty good here, your tactical team is good."
Zhao Tianyou remembered a question: "Mei Lingling, how many people have you killed in total?"
"I can't remember it, there are about a hundred."
God, is she really the legendary killing of hundreds of people?
Zhao Tianyou asked in confusion: "Why are there so many?"
Mei Lingling looked at her nails and said, "I will kill one in three to five days. How many have you calculated in the past few years?"
"But--" Zhao Tianyou could not associate the beautiful girl in front of him with the executioner who killed someone without blinking: "How were you selected?"
Mei Lingling smiled again, and she told a story.
Before becoming a bailiff, the organization conducted an experiment and brought candidate recruits to the execution ground to observe.
After the gunshot, when the bailiff in charge of the autopsy put an iron mark into the head of the death row inmate and stirred the sensation hard, most of the people vomited, but Mei Lingling's face was not changed and her heart was not beating. Finally,
She was kept.
"The organization chose me because I was very stable and never ruthless in the execution of the death penalty."
Zhao Tianyou was a little confused, and he sighed, "You are a girl after all."
"I am not a girl on the execution ground, but a god of death. I think death can also become an art just like you kill a pig."
"How do you say it?" Zhao Tianyou became interested, and he looked at Mei Lingling with his body sideways.
"Because every time I die, I will focus on firing that bullet from the best angle, accurately smashing the hearts of the death row prisoners, allowing them to end without pain in an instant. And while doing all this, I can always feel it
A kind of joy of cutting a cow."
Zhao Tianyou smiled dryly and said, "This---I can only say that your pleasure is strange."
Just as the two were chatting, Leng Aoxue and Song Qingya, the enemy outside the barracks, were sitting side by side on the bluestone outside the barracks and chatting.
"Leng Aoxue, we have passed another level. Are you one step closer to Brother Sheng?"
Leng Aoxue said red on her face: "I'm not here for him."
Song Qingya pushed her and said, "Don't pretend, but I want to tell you that your resistance is very strong."
With a pervert like Phoenix standing in front, Leng Aoxue felt a headache when she thought about it.
But love is always blind. Even if it is a moth to the flame, it must ignite the expectation in life.
Leng Aoxue sighed and said, "Stop talking about me. Although you are changing your target now, you like my younger brother Xiao Zhao, but you are not relaxed."
Song Qingya spat and said, "Do you think it's possible for me and him?"
Leng Aoxue smiled, and a cold smile floated on the corner of her mouth, with a weird expression like a witch: "It's impossible that you have to ask yourself your heart."
Song Qingya remained silent. It is undeniable that in the past few days, there have been subtle changes in her heart.
But I am three years older than him after all.
Leng Aoxue said casually: "Female junior high school, hold a gold brick, in short, I like you."
Song Qingya's face turned redder, she shook her feet and said, "What's the use of supporting me?"
Leng Aoxue approached her and blinked her eyes and said, "I will support you mentally. I will not say that you are an old cow that eats young grass."
Song Qingya Teng stood up, Leng Aoxue ran away like a rabbit raising her foot---
The four were the first to arrive at the camp and had three days off as required.
The next level was gun training, and Zhao Tianyou felt excited when he thought about it.
He has never touched a gun when he grows up so old, and this time he can have a good time.
The next day, Zhao Tianyou found Lao Gun, one of the instructors in this training camp.
Lao Qian glanced at him and said, "There are three days left before the training camp, so you can have a good rest."
"I want to start early, not to mention that these three dynasties have been fought for by our group. If we don't make good use of it, it will be a waste."
"Good boy, you really know how to seize the opportunity. Well, since you want to learn so much, come with me."
Lao Qian walked away with his foot, and Zhao Tianyou followed behind him happily and came to the shooting range.
The weather was clear and there was no wind. Lao Gun stopped fifty meters away from the shooting range.
"Boy, I'll show you a complete demonstration from pulling a gun to holding a gun."
Lao Gun threw away his outer shirt, revealing a very dazzling bullet belt, and a silver-white pistol was inserted on each side of the belt.
Desert Eagle? Zhao Tianyou was so excited about seeing it.
But Lao Gun untied the bullet belt, took out a Type 54 pistol from his pocket, tied a police belt, and put the pistol into the holster.
The old gun stood quietly, as if integrated with the distant mountains behind him.
Suddenly, the old gun figure moved and quickly pulled out the pistol at his waist and opened fire.
The target moved a moment, and a hole appeared in the center, ten rings, and the old gun had ten rings when it was shot. What an amazing result was in the diffusing of a fifty-meter pistol.
Zhao Tianyou subconsciously raised his hand to look at the watch. The time from pulling out the gun to shooting is so fast that it cannot be recorded with a watch. After a rough estimate, it must be less than 0.3 seconds recorded in China. As for how much, Zhao Tianyou's mechanical watch cannot be clearly seen.
.
He must bring a stopwatch next time, and he thought so.
The old gun took back the gun and blew the green smoke at the muzzle: "I will teach you the correct gun and aiming first. Generally speaking, in actual combat, we have two-handed guns in the West and one-handed guns in the Chinese side.
A posture.”
“What is the difference between these two postures?”
"The aiming distance of one-handed gun is far, and the accuracy is poor, but it is beneficial to actual combat, because in actual combat, it is often not who is more accurate, but who is faster. The aiming distance of both hands is close, and holding the gun is more stable.
However, it is not conducive to body shape change, but it is suitable for secondary or even multiple shootings of fast pistols."
Lao Geng's eyes were very cold when he didn't speak, but he was definitely a good and patient teacher when he was teaching.
Under his guidance, Zhao Tianyou started learning. He practiced with a gun just for a whole morning, aiming at the bull's eye without moving, and then he even blurred his sight.
I thought the shooting was fun, but I didn't expect it to be so boring.
After practicing for a whole morning, Zhao Tianyou looked at the old gun's desert eagle and said, "Can you lend me these two guns?"
"No." Lao Gun refused very hard.
"Why?"
“Because it’s my gun.”
Damn, I know it's your gun, I just borrowed it to see it. Is it necessary to be so stingy?
Lao Qian took the bullet belt on the ground alertly and hid under the shade of the tree, as if afraid that Zhao Tianyou would touch his treasure.
"This Desert Eagle is not suitable for you now. This gun has a lot of recoil and it is easy for novices to hurt their wrists."
Zhao Tianyou didn't say anything, he took out the grilled fish from his backpack and started eating.
Lao Gun looked at him strangely and said, "There are hot dishes in the kitchen, why do you want to eat these raw and cold things?"
"I'm training my stomach." Zhao Tianyou said angrily.
Lao Qian looked at his expression so unreasonable: "When it comes to the step of gun training, there is no need to save food."
"You--have eaten?"
"I've eaten, the meals in our kitchen are very good."
“When did you eat it?”
"Just now, just when you were practicing with a gun." Seeing Zhao Tianyou's face full of confusion, Lao Gun explained lazily: "Don't ask why I didn't find out that I left. As a gunman, concealment is more important than shooting level."
"Then ---I want to ask is if I can go to the kitchen for dinner now?"
"No, there is no food in the kitchen at this time."
"I can eat leftovers too."
Lao Qian looked at him with an idiot's eyes again and said, "Boy, in our Dragon Soul's kitchen, all the leftovers are used to feed pigs."
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Zhao Tianyou stopped saying anything, he found that the old gun's mouth was as powerful as his gun.
I practiced honestly for two days, and on the third day, Zhao Tianyou shot the first shot.
According to the standard shooting posture of the old gun coach, Zhao Tianyou shot 7 rings for the first time, and this result disappointed him.
At night, Zhao Tianyou was in a daze while touching the Type 54 pistol.
The breeze moved behind her, and when the Phoenix arrived behind her, Zhao Tianyou looked at her and said, "Sister Phoenix, I have only had 7 rings."
"I can hit 7 rings in two days, and this result is very good."
Not bad? Compared with Lao Gun's magical shooting skills, Zhao Tianyou felt that Phoenix's praise was tantamount to ridicule. He really wanted to find a piece of tofu to kill him.
"You can't compare with the pervert of Old Gun. Do you know how long he has been practicing gun-holding?"
"One month?"
Phoenix shook her head.
"Half a year?"
Phoenix shook his head.
"One year?"
Phoenix sighed and said, "He has been practicing for three years."
After three years, I have practiced such a boring old gun for three years. Is he a robot?
Zhao Tianyou said confusedly: "Why did he have to practice for three years?"
"Because he wants to find a state of unity between man and gun. In the past three years, many people have been laughing at the old gun and laughing at him stupid, but they don't know that when the old gun is practicing guns, they are also practicing aiming, and paying more attention to training.
His patience. Three years later, the old gun fired for the first time. He fired all twenty bullets in one breath, and everyone was stunned by his results."
Zhao Tianyou said curiously: "What is his grade?"
Phoenix said word by word: "All of them are ten rings."
Zhao Tianyou was completely petrochemical.
Spend three years of practicing basic skills, pursue the pleasure of reaching the peak in boring training, and accumulate your strength in silence until the shocking blow three years later.
This endurance and will cannot be matched by anyone.
Whether it is Phoenix, Lao Gun, or even Brother Sheng, as a member of the Dragon Soul Organization, they all have a commonality.
That is, if you don’t do anything, you must reach the peak and make it beyond your reach.
Zhao Tianyou thought of a question: "How fast is the old gun pulling the gun?"
Phoenix thought for a while and said, "It's probably about 0.01 seconds. But---the old gun is not the strongest in our organization."
"Who is the strongest?"
"Shura."
"Did Shura use a gun too?"
"Shura has been using guns for a long time. It is said that Shura likes to use swords."
God, why are there so many perverted characters in the Dragon Soul? In modern times, he still uses swords to kill people. Is his brain broken?
Phoenix sighed. Her eyes looked at Zhao Tianyou like the old gun. It was a look of normal people looking at idiots. Perhaps in the eyes of their perverts, many seemingly normal people are actually idiots: "Shura takes out his sword."
The speed is only in a moment.”
Zhao Tianyou was completely dizzy, and he felt that his head had collapsed: "Then---have you ever seen Shura draw his sword?"
"No." Phoenix replied very simply: "All those who have seen him draw the sword are dead."
God, is this Shura really a mythical existence?
Zhao Tianyou worshiped infinitely: "Have you ever seen Shura?"
"Uncommon, Shura has his things. Brother Sheng and I do some things on the outside." Phoenix patted Zhao Tianyou's shoulder and said meaningfully: "You train well, you will definitely see you if you have the chance."