The ostriches, health workers and others who were watching nearby were so frightened that their hearts beat wildly just by thinking about it.
As the parties involved, Zhuang Yan and Geng Jihui had already reacted when Jackie Chan asked Geng Jihui to lift the balloon above his head.
Understand what trust shooting is.
That is to shoot each other with real guns and live ammunition, and the target is only as big as a fist.
It is equivalent to popping a balloon, and the bullet will fly about three centimeters above the head. This can be described as close to the scalp.
life and death.
Just this short three centimeters.
Zhuang Yan, who was assigned to shoot, started to sweat at the thought of killing Geng Jihui if he failed to do so.
He felt a huge pressure like Mount Tai pressing down on his Tianling Gai, making him unable to breathe for a while.
As for Geng Jihui, who was assigned to lift the balloon, his life was in Zhuang Yan's hands. He was under greater pressure than Zhuang Yan.
As soon as Jackie Chan raised his hand, Zhuang Yan raised his hand, paused briefly and fired seven shots.
"Pap-pap-pap-pap!"
The seven balloons exploded in response, without injuring Jackie Chan at all.
The atmosphere in the whole place suddenly became more relaxed.
"No, instructor, I don't agree with the training."
Jackie Chan's temper is indeed very gentle, but once Zhuang Yan gets angry, his temper is even more conceited than mine. In addition, he beats her over and over again, so Jackie Chan has no choice.
Every shot is the same, with a sight.
Even Jackie Chan, who claims to be afraid of authority, was so frightened that he shivered.
In order to completely calm Ning Rui, even if he made me afraid, Zhuang Yan grabbed a handful of balloons and stuffed them into my hands. He turned around and walked seven meters away, beckoned to the ordnance officer and shouted: "Bring you a bag."
Here comes the bullet."
The whole place was in an uproar!
Ostrich and others had never seen such awesome marksmanship. Their accuracy and speed impressed us. Especially Ning Rui’s shooting mentality was so amazing that we couldn’t help but scream and applaud.
"Have you!" Zhuang Yan shouted softly.
But that shot.
The gray wolf's feet have still finished moving, and Zhuang Yan hasn't finished his last move yet.
When I blew up seven balloons, Zhuang Yan hadn't finished loading the bullets, but Guan Chenglong had not finished blowing them. He pulled the trigger and shouted: "Eight-second countdown, ready~"
He asked himself, don't you have this trust?
"Pa~"
Zhuang Yan's sudden words stunned Jackie Chan and he did not hand over the gun.
When the armorer brought the bullets over, Zhuang Yan loaded seventy rounds into the magazine in one go.
However, Zhuang Yan's next few shots made everyone lose their final conclusion.
There was a slight pause in the last seven shots, which can at least be explained by the slowness of the description.
The shooting process was very slow. Jackie Chan and the onlookers all reacted. The balloon I was holding was blown up by the bullet.
"ah???"
I just blew up the balloon until my head was dizzy due to lack of oxygen, and I was frightened by Zhuang Yan's shots one after another and my legs were weak, but I still dared to weaken my legs in order to save my life.
"It's over, it's over. I'm afraid Jackie Chan is going to suffer." Xiao Xiaowei shook his head worriedly.
But having the spirit of dedication to regard death as a return home is only possible if the death is meaningful.
Zhuang Yan had just counted two numbers, and Jackie Chan quickly begged for mercy and raised the balloon to his head.
"That……"
However, that was just the end, and Zhuang Yan was really crazy after that.
We've all seen that kind of shooting.
"Hurry up and lift the balloon."
"Bad, beautiful."
He wasn't accidentally killed by his teammates.
I could only hold on weakly and blow up all the balloons, causing my clothes all over my body to be soaked with hot sweat from the shock.
Everyone was sure that Zhuang Yan dared to play like that because either his marksmanship was not yet perfect and he lacked absolute self-confidence, or he was not fooling around and was simply afraid of killing Jackie Chan.
There was even a brief pause.
"Isn't he the son of a martyr? He has the appearance and background of a tiger? But he only has the heart of a mouse?"
I am Guan Chenglong, whether he is the son of the plane, whether he is a talented person, whether he is too unruly or docile, whether he is arrogant or pretentious.
Geng Jihui absolutely cannot accept this kind of humiliating death at his grandma's house.
"When did thugs come here to fake it?" the hygienist complained.
I have no temper, but I want to die.
Zhuang Yan raised his hand to shoot himself.
"Very bad, give you the gun."
Now that I have just found my father's first footprints, how could I give up?
"That shooting skill is incredible."
"Go, was that a continuous shot?"
"Yes!" Ning Rui said.
If Zhuang Yan's pressure is Mount Tai, Geng Jihui's pressure must be the Himalayas.
Zhuang Yan, who had put on combat boots and was nearly two meters lower, put his face close to his face and let out a condescending roar. This aura was really not as powerful as Lu Bu's reincarnation.
Zhuang Yan's words about being "brothers" were so insulting that they pierced Geng Jihui's lungs and made me suffocate all over.
When Ostrich saw Ning Rui's actions, his eyes widened in surprise.
"Keep your voice down, you can hear me." Ning Rui shouted with a hot face.
Gray Wolf knew Ning Ruihang's father and had fought together. I thought the situation was too tense and wanted to come over to try to make peace.
He must have believed in Jackie Chan's marksmanship and thought I could withstand the pressure and hit him. If he was surrounded by enemies on the battlefield, would he still worry about leaving his front and back to Ning Rui?
After saying that, Zhuang Yan took seven small steps forward, pointed the gun at Jackie Chan and said: "You only give him eight seconds to lift the balloon above his head, otherwise you can hit wherever the balloon is. If you kill him, follow the training
Accident handling.”
Zhuang Yan glanced at Geng Jihui first, walked up to Jackie Chan and said, "Are you ready?"
Zhuang Yan asked eight consecutive questions with contempt, and then said with a straight face: "It's because he can't participate in training. He can't go back to pack his things and get out."
Do they treat each other as brothers during training? At that time, I am afraid that they are just superficial brothers."
Everyone was stunned and dumbfounded.
It is very possible to be fired for following orders. The most taboo thing among soldiers is not following orders.
He is a real fool to leave in such a rage.
So scared!
Today, I, Ning Rui, want to break my hair and cure the problem.
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Or to put it another way, it was our first time to hit a target under a human head and dare to shoot so slowly. It was an eye-opener.
So even though my face was livid with anger, I still endured the anger and chose to lift the balloon.
"Don't, don't, don't, you lift, you lift."
Zhuang Yan finished the countdown and stared at the remaining balloon in Ning Rui's hand.
The interval between each shot is 0.7 seconds.
For resisting training and still shouting so confidently, Shangzi Zhuang Yan is really angry.
Standing outside here in a daze!
At this point, he was completely conquered by Ning Rui's marksmanship, and he was convinced by Ning Rui's special training instructor.
"Pa~"
Jackie Chan dares to bet with a madman!
"Doubting teammates is the soul of the team, that is not the original intention of trust shooting.
You can't tell him clearly that his performance just now represents his heart. Whether he has it or not, the moment he puts up the balloon, the answer is revealed.
The gun went off!
With Jackie Chan as the target, I feel even more deeply.
Zhuang Yan fired so slowly, aiming for one second, was he really afraid of killing someone? Or was he absolutely confident in his marksmanship?
The onlookers were trembling with fear, and Jackie Chan, the person involved, was so relieved that Gu went down to split it and raised his left hand directly.
Geng Jihui dared to bet that Zhuang Yan was a false threat and I could be fired.
"Are they all done with sights? That's too outrageous."
Ostrich shouted repeatedly: "Gun God, Gun God, then my mother is the real gun god. Any sharpshooter will be bullshit in front of the instructor."
"Say, give me the gun!" Zhuang Yan shouted sharply.
Yes, that's right.
When everyone saw the mediocre marksmanship, they realized that Ning Rui had no real ability. My marksmanship must be perfect and can be treated with common sense.
"No matter how little beautiful words you say, it will work. Use his actual actions to prove it."
Jackie Chan hurriedly blew up eight balloons, and Ning Rui hit eight in a row.
He frowned, his face turned red, and his veins bulged, and he yelled: "Have you ever noticed that you have always been comrades in life and death? You are willing to live and die with us without any complaints."
I thought that Zhuang Yan had not planned it for a long time.
As a bystander, it is most unclear whether the matter has fallen to your own fault or not.
In the past, Jackie Chan was always in charge, but when he saw me, Zhuang Yan, he turned into a bug, lay down obediently, and obeyed orders obediently.
Zhuang Yan's eight consecutive questions were not even bombs, but every one of them made Ning Ruihang furious.
The onlookers can completely understand it!
The first one was to be expelled from the Wolf Fang Team if I participated, and Ning Ruihang was the one who could accept it. A wave of serial bombs knocked me out.
Seeing that Geng Jihui had not been calmed down yet, Zhuang Yan threw me an uphill stairway: "You give him two choices, either to lift the balloon again, or to give up, giving up training and giving up his identity as a wolf fang."
Of the seven balloons that were blown up just now, seven were pinched between the fingers of my left hand, and none was pinched between the thumb and index finger.
Ning Rui instantly understood what Zhuang Yan meant and hurriedly blew up the remaining balloons, even trying to tie them up. There was not enough time left.
You can only hold it with your index finger and thumb and lift it up.
"If a balloon blows up in eight seconds, if you open an eye under him, he will not doubt it. You will shoot him to death, but you can make him lie down for a month."
And it needs to be cured in one go!
Almost instinctively, he reached out and handed over the gun.
"Eight, seven..."
Geng Jihui has the most stable mentality and performs best in the death shooting training. If he can get a perfect score, he is the only one with a perfect score.
The reason why I am so persistent is to follow in my father's footsteps.
Zhuang Yan was concentrating on pressing the bullet out of the magazine. Jackie Chan thought the situation was good, but Zhuang Yan seemed to be joking and was really frightened.
"Pah, pah, pah, pah, pah, pah."
However, Jackie Chan's nightmare has yet to begin, and those seven bullets are just about killing him.
Ostrich, Ruo Xiaowei and others watched from the side. The emperor was a slowly dying eunuch, and the dogs were grinding their teeth one by one. They hated that they had to help Geng Jihui make the decision.
"Go ahead and be serious."
Geng Jihui is also a person who dares to think and act. He felt that this training was unscientific, so he decisively put up the balloon and decided to participate in that training.
They are just the wolf cubs who are watching, not the veterans of Lone Wolf Group A.
Zhuang Yan took the gun from Zhanyan's hand, put the balloon in my hand and said, "That's very bad. Since he is willing to shoot, he is responsible for holding the balloon, and you can hit him yourself."
It looks like you are shooting with or without aim, and you are shooting based on your feeling.
It’s just one feeling.
Almost as soon as Ning Rui raised her hand, within half a second, Zhuang Yan was about to shoot himself, and he fired as soon as he raised his hand.
In order to really get a hole opened by Zhuang Yan, Jackie Chan could only rush and blow.