Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

"shooting."

The two words, in the silent night, fell clearly into Shen Qianqian's ears.

Shen Qianqin's eyelids jumped, and did not react for a while. After a few seconds, he realized what Mo Shangyun and his actions and Duan Zimu's words meant.

"What do you mean?" The carrying 88 sniped down, and Shen Qianqin turned back, staring at Duan Zimu incredulously, "Are you crazy?"

crazy!

Absolutely crazy!

The muzzle is strictly prohibited to people, otherwise it will seriously violate the firearm safety regulations.

As a recruit who is only a year old, she has a clear sense. The two instructors in front of her...especially the officers who graduated from two military schools, how could it be unclear about this requirement? !

Yes, they are even more ruthless, not only shooting at people, but also shooting people directly!

"Not crazy." Duan Zimu said in a word, "Raise the gun, aim and shoot."

"I can't do this."

Shen Qianqin was driven crazy by them.

She didn't shoot with a hundred shots, if something happened to this shot, or directed at Mo Shangyun's forehead...... Just thinking about it, Shen Qianqian shivered.

Duan Zimu looked at Shen Qianqian who was clearly resisting and frowned unconsciously.

Whether in his own army or in a training camp, what he hates most is doing ideological work for others.

Not good at it either.

The troops have company commanders and instructors, and there are platoon commanders and squad leaders down there. They are not needed for ideological work. What I did in the camp was shooting instructors. During the training, I did my own thing, and the students' psychological problems were all handled by themselves.

During the headache, the intercom prepared in advance rang.

——"Three minutes to prepare, can't shoot 10 points."

Mo Shangyun's language is particularly concise.

The understatement of tone, Yun Danfeng's light voice, just as she did every time they deducted their points, mixed with a little impatient meaning.

As if every point deducted, she would have more reason to despise and despise them.

As soon as her voice fell, she didn't wait for Duanmu or Shen Qianqian to speak, so she shut down the intercom's communication herself.

Shen Qianqian's face collapsed completely.

I was annoyed and helpless.

How can someone deduct someone's points and force others to point the gun at her? !

This is not sick, what can it be? !

Shen Qianqian was anxious and clenched her teeth tightly. After a while, she turned around and picked up the gun. The muzzle was raised and aimed at Mo Shangjun.

Through the sight, Shen Qianqin clearly saw the figure of Mo Shangyun, still holding his left hand horizontally, carrying the beer bottle, and didn't even move it.

It was still the appearance of owing flatness, which made people want to point the gun directly at her head.

However, reason makes Shen Qianqian worry again-a bullet passed and really hit Mo Shangyun's head.

Unconsciously, blood was bitten from the corner of the mouth, and the **** smell spread in the mouth.

Shen Qianqian heard Duan Zimu's voice, "You have a 95% accuracy rate, and the chance of hitting your head in ink is only 0.01%."

After that, Shen Qianqian could no longer hear any sound.

At 0.01%, there is also the possibility of shooting at Mo Shangyun's head.

Shen Qianqin thought so.

Duan Zimu seemed to have disappeared, he could not hear his breath, and he no longer heard him. She quieted down at the ear, she heard wind, rain, leaves rustling, and it was unique to the jungle at night Sound.

She felt the cold coming from all directions, which was brought by the wind and rain, and the permeable coldness mixed with her caused an unbearable pressure.

She felt the index finger on the trigger weighed.

Before that, she never aimed her gun at her comrades.

She believes that after this, she will never aim her gun at her teammates.

She thought it was crazy.

In a short time, she thought of the scene where she almost shot her friend Wang Jie, the training of Duan Zimu’s shooting, her previous troops, and even the scene when she first came to the recruit company and wiped the gun for the first time. ...

In the recruit company, the instructor reminded them again and again that the gun should never be allowed to deal with people.

But now...

She saw Mo Shangyun through the sight.

It's really crazy.

Mo Shangyun is crazy, Duan Zimu is crazy.

But soon, she could only see an empty beer bottle.

The beer bottle that was inked by ink on the rope.

There is wind, but the beer bottle cannot be blown.

I don't know when to get up, only the beer bottle in Shen Qianqian's vision.

"Click."

Shen Qianqian pulled the trigger.

Cold fingers, decisively pull the trigger.

The bullet was so fast that she couldn't see clearly with her naked eyes. Shen Qianqin stared at the sight. She knew that the moment she pulled the trigger, she saw that the beer bottle in the field of vision exploded in the field of vision.

The beer bottle shattered and the debris splashed everywhere, like a blooming, different kind of flower.

The flower seemed to explode in my mind at the same time, Shen Qianqian's brain thundered, and a heart was suddenly lifted and tightened fiercely, and then it was put down again, like it fell to the ground, without Stretching stressfully.

Then, she saw Mo Shangyun, Yun Danfeng gently dropped the rope wrapped in her hands, and then clapped her hands slowly, as if for her, she simply completed the most simple one. The Directive Directive.

I don't see any panic.

Shen Qianqin began to doubt that Mo Shangyun forgot the tension.

At a certain moment, she even suspected that Mo Shangyun was simply not a person, but a machine without normal emotions.

Then again, Shen Qianqian suddenly thought of--

She may never forget this scene.

Her instructor threatened her with ten points, aimed at herself with a gun, and used a very annoying way and her own life to make her overcome a so-called psychological obstacle.

She should also not forget that at the moment she shot, she was unprecedentedly nervous and... her instructor's mouth smiled lightly.

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When I was writing this chapter, I thought I would have eaten this gun without ink, and this article is now complete. When I thought about it, I found out that I was using an empty bullet and Mo Mo was wearing a bulletproof vest...the mood was not beautiful anymore.