Top Giants: Rebirth of the Black-Bellied Wife

Inside the door, it was surprisingly spacious. In front of the line-up shooting targets, she saw the upright figure at the first sight. He took off his coat and only had a thin military green suit. He didn't know when to change his military boots. It was dark and shiny, and looked very bright and restrained in the whole gun room.

In this way, their clothes are very similar. She pursed her lips and saw his fingertips snap off again, without pause, shot after shot.

With the sound proof headset, Homer looks straight at the bull's-eye.

As Leng Yiyao said in the small building, DSR-1 sniper has reached its peak in terms of weight and flexibility. The point is, the firepower is amazing. He shot at a distance of 300 meters. When the bullet hits the target, it will form an amazing momentum. If it is not for the fixed device at the target end, it will pop out immediately. Close shot, for it, is almost the same as small wood.

The cold body of the gun is cool and magnificent in the light. One shot after another does not take time to think and aim. It is an instinct emanating from the body. Pursue power, never stop.

Leng Yiyao looked at him for a moment. When she met for the first time, she knew that they were the same kind of people in the fragrant garden. However, this man was in a high position and had already practiced immobility. In front of him, it seemed that even the skill of raising eyebrows and laughing had been omitted. At this moment, the light from his eyes was like a sharp edge blooming quietly in the night, swallowing people Bone marrow, mind-catching, like a devil, makes people lost in an instant.

Tough limbs in the air across an arc, from raising the gun, to aiming at the sight, and then to the bullet flying away from the magazine. The free and unrestrained rhythm made her blood accelerate.

The ultimate display of power and beauty, whether it's his expressionless, rigid and cold expression, or his hand's shadow following sniper, it seems to divide the world into two poles in an instant. In an instant, no one can enter, and the painting land is king.

When the last bullet in the magazine also poured out, he chuckled and took down the sound proof earphone. However, a leisurely applause came from behind his back.

Look back, turn around, look at each other.

At that moment, he had not yet dissipated the spirit of killing and cutting, which filled the whole space in an instant.

Leng Yiyao uncovers it and hangs his headset directly on his neck. He laughs at him with a faint smile: "good shooting."

It's really great!

Even if the electronic display has not yet released the results, from the naked eye, every bullet has not deviated from the scope of the 9th ring. In terms of his shooting frequency which is almost without hesitation, even a real sniper can hardly achieve such a foolproof performance.

"Are you here?" With a simple smile, he glanced over her eyebrows and handed Frey his DSR-1 sniper gun. Frey turned, as if he knew what to do without saying anything. He went straight to the magazine and started loading.

"I just came here for a while, but I didn't expect to have a good time." It seems that, except for the time when he conquered the whole military circle, he has rarely revealed any trace in front of him. Most of the time, the people under his hand are enough to put things right, but even in a high position, once you are infatuated with something, how can you easily let go?

Just like her, she has been tossing and turning for so many times. It is clear that the identity of each rebirth is different. However, only with weapons, she can never be far away. Only those who have really experienced the freedom can understand the vertical and horizontal pleasure brought by the murder weapon to them.

"After dinner?" He took a step closer and looked down her uniform until it stopped on her slender calf. Clearly is the most imposing clothes, wearing on her body, but a cool thin taste. It seems that between heaven and earth, she does not need to rely on anyone to become heaven and earth.

Clearly not fully grown up, but why, often have a sense of out of control?

"The Fat Chef's craft is just amazing. You don't even see the look of these people in the military academy. You almost lick the bowl. " Leng Yiyao did not pay attention to his eyes, but looked at the electronic display behind him. Sure enough, the target number showed that he shot more than 100 shots, with an average ring number of 9. 8。 Sure enough!

"Do you like it?" Looking back, he also looked at the electronic display, but he didn't know whether he was referring to the skill of the Fat Chef or his shooting achievement just now.

"Yes." She did not ask, directly nodded, eyes such as the moon hanging upside down, beautiful.

Hemer is stunned. She doesn't know which one she likes. However, with the extension of her right hand, a piece of white jade like wrist is already in front of her eyes.

Frey was now loaded and delivered to her.

"Wear acoustic earplugs." She chuckled at Homer and Frey, stroked her left hand, and the earpiece on her neck was firmly covering her ears.

At the next moment, she took a quick step and swept directly in front of the two people. She held up the gun directly and put her right eye on the sight. It seemed that the target end standing far away was close to her eyes. Her fingertips pressed her mouth tightly. "Bang" -- "bang" -- "BAM Bang" --

if it is said that hemer's aim is that there are bullet marks in his head, every shot does not need to be redundant Time, then Leng Yiyao, is the target in her heart. When the first bullet is sent out, the second and the third have followed closely. It is a kind of fatalistic determination, without holding one's breath, guessing and experimenting. It's as if she has found out the real use method of this sniper in hemer's body just now.Yes, even if it looks like it, it is not the world-famous "king of the battlefield" in her previous life. After all, the imperial ordnance division is not her original German amp arms dealer in the world. However, from the point of view of its weight, it was much lighter than before.

When Hummer is shooting, because his center of gravity is stable enough, he can hold a position without hesitation. From the beginning to the end, he can still have only one word - fast.

Holding a gun for a long time will make her muscles unstable. Only fast can keep the precision at the best time.

She tilted her head, and the light on her head poured down on her bright white face. There was no expression or emotion. It was not like she was trying a gun, but she was playing with a toy. Her eyes were full of thinking and precipitation, but more importantly, it was a thrill.

A woman obsessed with gunfire.

Did she know what the ultimate temptation was for a man like him?

The body stretched into the best radian. Standing at that window, every shot brought a slight shock to the body, but there was no hesitation. The next moment, the bullet had collapsed into the bull's-eye.

Come on, it's amazing.

Just like that moment in the small building in the afternoon, from the beginning of her eye contact, everything has been in her grasp.

Pull the trigger with your fingertips, aim at the bull's-eye, and put your shoulder against the butt of the gun. Every move is like a fatal attraction from your soul. Straight ahead, "bang -" the pellet fell on the target's center and was refined into steel!

Frey was too frightened to speak. And Homer, his eyes grew deeper and deeper.

Her action is not like burning a gun at all, but more like a kind of leisure and relaxation, just like being tired in leisure time, holding a Sniper at will and relaxing the body. Every tendon of her whole body is in the best state, but it is also the most arbitrary state. For her, the gun was not a burden at all, but a consolation. What's more, the hit rate!

From the afternoon, he understood Leng Yiyao's understanding of the sniper, but it was only a theory after all. Dismantling guns, for soldiers, is not an incredible thing, but in front of the eyes, lifting the gun to hit the bull's-eye crazily is a little too hurtful.

He used to tell all the generals that actual combat comes from training. What about her? She just picked up this sniper for the first time. Why can she achieve such an amazing hit rate?

Frey looked at Leng Yiyao, who looked at Leng Yiyao, who looked more and more deeply and difficult to understand. For a moment, the whole person was a little weak, and his chin could not be closed completely.

Zhai Mu did not have this performance when he tried his gun in D city. But the other side is also a professional soldier. What about her? Why can she be so shocking as a "recruit egg" who entered the military academy on the first day!

"Bang" --

when the last bullet in the magazine was exhausted, she took off her earplug, turned back, and gave them a gentle smile.

"It feels good. The designer must meet when he has a chance." Her right hand is a little sour and soft. It should be because she hasn't suffered from such a recoil force for a long time. However, she doesn't feel uncomfortable. She shakes her shoulder at will and hooks her hand toward Frey: "if you have a notebook, I'll write you the debugging direction."

She has already experienced almost all the functions just now. Whether it is dexterity, recoil, stability or sight, she has basically got a tune. Since it's to help test the gun, there must be results.

"Good." Frey was stunned for a moment. Her first reaction was to look at her shoulder. She had just swung. Was it green? After all, for a young woman, the recoil of this sniper is a little too much. However, when she turned around and asked for his notebook, he felt that he was a bit of a sissy.

"The position of the butt can be readjusted. Along this direction, it can be reinforced by two centimeters, so that for the thin and weak people, they can grasp the center of gravity more effectively." Leng Yiyao takes over the notebook, which is a small folding computer, but the size of the same wallet, once unfolded, the screen is enough. By the way, if she uses the precision gun on the top of the sniper, it may affect the accuracy of the sniper. In addition, the clip settings need to be readjusted... "

Before the electronic display could fully count the average number of her targets, she had already listed 1234 points in her electronic notebook. Frey was listening with great interest and turned to ask for the Marshal's advice when he suddenly fixed his eyes on the distance.

That position is

Frey's subconscious is to look at the past, only one eye, the only reaction in his brain - Miss Leng, you are really crazy!

The average number of rings is 9. 8！

For the first time, I used the only DSR-1 sniper in the Empire. It was as good as the marshal!

Are you on purpose, or on purpose, or on purpose!If he had not personally participated in the development, development and transportation of this sniper gun, he would have doubted that Leng Yiyao had practiced this gun many times!

9。 The average score of 8 rings. That's it. You have listed so many problems. Are you so critical? Or is it that the most sophisticated sniper gun in the Empire today is just Er Er er?

Frey's cold sweat chanted, but the lazy laughter suddenly sounded from behind.

Like a touch in the palm of the vermilion jade, but also like the end of the world sea Pavilion on the cold wind, let a person's eardrum shake, the next moment, all over the body numb.

Leng Yiyao looked up in surprise, but he saw that his eyes were full of starlight, as if he had inhaled the bright moment between heaven and earth.

At that moment, she could not move her eyes.

This man is really a disaster!

"You have reservations." He pointed to the simple map on the e-notebook, with a smile: "I'm afraid that I can't compare with you. I'm not happy?"

"Tut -" Leng Yiyao turned his head and sneered. I'm kidding. She had reservations, so did he go all out?

Clearly all leave room, don't look at her with interest. He is afraid that she points too ugly, specially left his hand.

They, half a catty against eight Liang, who is more noble than who?

Leng Yiyao didn't say anything, but hemer could see the meaning of her eyes.

Yes, everyone deliberately left a gap, not to be unable to fill the ring, but they all have other plans in mind.

One is the imperial general, the other is the daughter of a rich merchant in D city. In any case, their communication from the beginning seems to be unusual. She can see through a book that he draws out at will his intention to subvert the arms of the military circle. He can see from her hands, which have no gun cocoon and no time, that they are full of blood and killing.

Their acquaintance and acquaintance can never be inferred from any theory and common sense in this world.

But what to do?

Seeing her rebellious eyes, he suddenly wanted to catch her completely, buckle it on his chest, and never let anyone see anything!

"Guns are good guns, but they can be better." She looked up and looked up at him. She seemed to be talking about this DSR-1, and seemed to be talking about other things.

For a moment, two people's eyes meet in the air, as if to split each other's chest, see his or her real mind.

The original open gun room suddenly seemed cramped, and Frey, who was standing on the side of the gun room, was forced to sweat on his forehead. He didn't say a word.

This moment, he finally understood why Leng Yiyao dared to look directly at Marshal when he first met in D city.

Her eyes, no longer hidden and hidden, were no better than Marshal!

How can a woman, a woman who is still under age, develop such an aura?

As hemer approaches, he takes off the sound proof earplug that she randomly falls on her neck and plays in the palm of her hand.

This person, on the body, there is no trace of any hard work, but on the soul, has surpassed everything!

"After this sniper is optimized again, we will have a round of competition when we have a chance." He laughs and his eyes are like a sunny day washed away by rain and fog. In an instant, he takes people's heart and soul.

Leng Yi Yao stopped for a moment, met his sight, suddenly raised the corner of his lips, that moment, her smile, wave light Yan Yan: "good."

Hello, Hello, hello -

didn't you see him standing by? In this way, when you scatter dog food in the red fruit field, you will receive 10000 critical attacks!

Mingming has just forced his cold sweat out. Now what's the ghost of the "affectionate" gaze with a smile on their faces?

Frey almost swallowed tears into his stomach.

What about the guns? What about the gun test?

Miss Leng has just shot a round of magazine clips. Is that enough? It took him a week to get all the weapons depots here ready for ten minutes tonight?

Looking down at the dense notes on his laptop, he finally understood the difference between genius and stupid human beings. Yes, he's the "stupid human" column.

About because he complained too much, Leng Yiyao suddenly turned her head and looked at Frey: "take the notebook back to the designer. There is still room for improvement in these places. If he doesn't understand anything, he can ask me at any time She threw away her laptop and looked up at Frey, who looked like a log, shaking her head and sighing.

This man was still fine when he just came in. Why is he a little silly now? Did he forget to wear sound proof earplugs when he just fired, and his brain was a little echoing?

"It's still early. Do you want to try another gun?" Hemer laughed, but instead of taking Frey's frightened and intellectually battered face to heart, he advised her to look at the other guns in the armory. After all, it's still early.

"No," she said, shaking her head. "I have something to do later. That's all for tonight."Wait, wait!

What's the situation?

Frey thinks his brain is really hurt. Why can't he keep up with the progress in just two seconds, or is the progress bar suddenly put forward before he knows it?

Miss Leng also, again, refused the Marshal's invitation?

How many times is this?

Last time, she was invited to the Marshal's mansion to enjoy a big meal every day. The last time, the marshal told her not to pay attention to his highness Lu Chen. Last time, the marshal asked her to join the army directly?

Do you know how many important military affairs the marshal has left behind for you? If you just refuse to say so, will your conscience not hurt?