Chapter 108 He Jie’s photographer sister Zhang Dabiao opened her eyes wide and muttered: "Impossible, impossible..." Then she ran over to check the beer bottle. For a while, the loyal cousins who had not come out of their surprise They shouted in unison: "Gun God! Gun God! Gun God!" Although Brother Gan had shocked Hu Debiao countless times, it was only then that he truly felt how it would have been without this powerful and perverted person to oppose him. It's wise, otherwise I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to stand here and talk properly now.
Brother Gan looked at the special training team members cheering there, stopped them with a wave of his hand and said: "Haha, don't make any fuss, I'm not a great gunner, I just touched the gun much earlier than you did. As long as you train hard, I believe that sooner or later you will be able to hit the target with perfect accuracy!"
The special training team members now firmly believe in what Brother Gan said, because in the battle last night, Brother Gan handled the issue of who would be the vanguard so that no one could say anything. It can be said to be the most fair. Yes, and as a boss, he took the lead and always rushed to the front. In the end, he also took care of that bastard Sun Daxia. I wonder which boss among so many gangsters can do this, so they are now convinced without any doubts.
At this time, Zhang Dabiao was squatting there looking for bullets. After searching, he only found four bullet casings. In other words, Brother Qian had only fired four bullets just now, and Zhang Dabiao could see clearly that he had fired two bullets the first time. , but the second time because Brother Qian fired the gun too fast, I didn’t have time to see how many shots Brother Qian fired. But now it seems that Brother Qian only fired two shots the second time, which means two shots. Knocking out four bottles and shooting two with one shot is killing two birds with one stone. To be precise, it should be more difficult than killing two birds with one stone.
Zhang Dabiao looked at Wang Xiaoqian who was chatting and laughing there. He really couldn't understand how this young man who was only 23 years old could train. Most of the best snipers were fed with bullets. That is to say All he does is practice all day long, and Brother Qian doesn’t care. He only spent two and a half years holding a gun in the army for three years. With his level of shooting, it is not an exaggeration to call him a gun master. Internationally, he is a gun master. The best snipers in the platoon can only perform at this level. If they want to reach this level within three years, there is only one possibility, and that is that this young man named Wang Xiaoqian is really talented, or that He does not shoot with his hands, nor with his eyes, nor with his ears, but with his heart. When he holds the gun in his hand, he has become one with the gun and the gun. At that time, the gun is in his heart. , he is also in the gun.
Zhang Dabiao tried to simulate the scene just now in his mind. When the beer bottle was thrown into the air, although Brother Gan did not look up, he knew the trajectory of the beer bottle clearly. The reason why he never fired was that he It is to find the best intersection point, that is, when the bottle thrown by the first player's right hand and the bottle thrown by the second player's right hand are on the same horizontal line, the same is true for the bottle thrown by the left hand, because in this way A person simply couldn't fire four shots in a short period of time, so he could only find the best spot to fire two shots, so his heart kept falling with the bottle. When the bottle fell to the same level as him, It happens to be his ideal shooting point, so he raises his arm, lifts the gun, and pulls the trigger in one go. He knows that he has hit the target without even looking. This is the state that a gun master should reach. When the bullet is fired, everything is in control. It's clear to the chest.
Looking at Zhang Dabiao who was still chatting and laughing with the special training team members, he found that he could not see through this young man more and more. He was really glad that this young man was a good person, otherwise with his wisdom, courage and Ability, I really can’t imagine what kind of harm it will do to this country.
The fight is in full swing here, but in a room on the second floor of the women's dormitory building of Harbor University of Science and Technology, several female college students are still sleeping there at half past eight, dreaming of sex, especially the little girl He Jie. She was beautifying the scene where her godfather saved her that day. In the dream, her godfather was tall, mighty, fair, and breathtakingly handsome. At this moment, her godfather was more of a prince than Prince Charming, and she was A down-and-out princess was being bullied by bad guys. Just when she was desperate, her godfather came on a white horse, killed all the bad guys and picked her up. The two looked at each other, and saw Prince Charming's face getting closer to hers. The harder he worked, the harder his heart beat and he almost suffocated...
"Xiaojie! Xiaojie!" At this time, He Jie's good sister, Haigang Xiaoman, who was sleeping in her bed, Zhao Yaqi, shook He Jie awake hard. He Jie squinted and reluctantly opened her eyes and complained: "Yaqi, what are you doing? Well, I'm sleeping right now..."
"Get up quickly! You are still sleeping. I think you are having a sweet dream. Look at the pig-like look on your face. Are you dreaming about your Prince Charming, the hero who saved you in dire straits last time? Already?" Zhao Yaqi said with a smile, she was in a good mood today.
Hearing what Zhao Yaqi said, He Jie felt no sleepiness at all. He had always had the habit of talking in his sleep. He wouldn't have said anything shameful just now. If that was the case, He Jie would be embarrassed, so he quickly asked: "Yaqi, I What nonsense did you just say?"
"No, I just saw you drooling and giggling there, looking like a female gangster... By the way, Xiaojie, what are you dreaming about so happily, tell me?" Zhao Yaqi asked slyly. .
"Hurry up and leave! What are you dreaming about? Why are you here so late today? And you seem to be in good spirits..." He Jie asked with a yawn.
"Hey, Xiaojie, I took some good photos today..." Zhao Yaqi said excitedly, then took out the camera and pulled He Jie to enjoy it with her.
"Wait, wait, Yaqi, you won't shoot that kind of thing again, right? I'm telling you I won't watch that kind of thing!" He Jie was afraid of his good sister. Zhao Yaqi's family is from Haigang, She usually goes home when she wants and lives on campus when she wants. She doesn’t have any hobbies. She is just a complete photographer. She wants to take pictures of everything she sees. Except for going to the toilet and eating, she takes her baby with her anytime and anywhere. Although she has never taken anything meaningful with her camera, she always pulls her along to appreciate her so-called art after taking a picture. He Jie still remembers the time when this stinky girl actually took a video of a man and a woman playing in the wild. , and even shouted that they had been admiring it together for half an hour, not to mention how embarrassing it was.
Ever since that time, I have been allergic to the things she photographed. No matter what she said, I would never look at it. But every time I was pestered by her, I had no choice but to succumb to the power of that little girl. Down.