I asked you to write a book, but I didn’t ask you to reveal your criminal record!

Chapter 31 Besides writing books, do you have any other side jobs?

"Handsome guy, the cartoon pattern on your girlfriend's body is our 'doll'. You can take her away as long as 20 bullets hit her."

The stall owner was focused on doing business. He took out a little yellow duck doll from the box and sold it to Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan took a look.

Shen Qianqian's white T-shirt has a cartoon little yellow duck printed on it, which is exactly the same shape as the little yellow duck in the stall owner's hand.

"Boss, we are not..."

Lin Chuan hasn't finished speaking yet.

Lao Wang put the imitation gun in Lin Chuan's hand: "Qiqi has a jingle cat, see if you can help Officer Shen take away a little yellow duck."

Lin Chuan looked at Shen Qianqian.

Just like a boy can't refuse a gun, Shen Qianqian seems to have a soft spot for the little yellow duck.

At this time.

She had already picked up the imitation gun and said with a smile: "Boss, all 20 rounds hit, right?"

The stall owner smiled and said, "Yes."

Shen Qianqian raised the gun and pulled the trigger.

Snapped!

As expected of a criminal police officer, his marksmanship is really accurate.

The high pony tail swayed slightly as the trigger was continuously pulled, a pair of beautiful eyes were particularly focused, and the beautiful facial features looked somewhat heroic at this time.

Lin Chuan's mouth twitched slightly.

This is the cold and charming Shen Qianqian in his impression!

When she was chasing criminals, she also shot her head with a gun, right?

but.

Shen Qianqian obviously rarely played with this type of imitation gun, so her hand didn't feel right. When she fired the last shot, it was a little off.

20 rounds of ammunition, 19 hits.

As the driving force behind Lin Chuan's love affair, Lao Wang immediately pushed Lin Chuan to the table: "Officer Shen, let him try."

Shen Qianqian smiled and looked at Lin Chuan: "Can he do it?"

"Chuan, Officer Shen can ask you if it's okay?"

Lao Wang smiled.

Men, you can’t say no.

Lin Chuan pondered for a moment and said, "That should work."

Originally, men would never hesitate when faced with the question of whether or not it would work.

However, the person asking this question was a criminal police officer.

Lin Chuan always thought that what Shen Qianqian was asking was: whether to punish or not.

Of course not punishable!

However, it is not illegal to hit a balloon without hitting the target, Lin Chuan hinted to himself.

Lao Wang and Xue Qiqi were watching the show nearby.

Shen Qianqian's beautiful eyes moved slightly and she looked at Lin Chuan with interest.

Lin Chuan weighed the imitation gun in his hand.

As soon as he got the gun, he had a special feeling, like an old friend reunited after a long absence.

Lin Chuan recognized this gun. It was a simulated version of the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle. It was a commonly used prop for ballooning on the street and would not hurt anyone.

Out of habit, Lin Chuan's first step was not to load the gun or pull the trigger, but to inspect the gun.

The imitation guns sold by street vendors are in different states after being used by many people.

Just now, Shen Qianqian's last shot missed. Lin Chuan thought that it was probably a problem with the gun.

Therefore, Lin Chuan conducted a simple gun inspection.

But just such a simple action attracted Shen Qianqian's attention: "It seems that you know a lot about guns."

After Lin Chuan inspected the gun, he said nonsense: "I usually like to see some firearms, so I will do it."

“I thought writers just sat at home and did nothing.”

Shen Qianqian made a joke and everyone laughed.

Subsequently.

Lin Chuan held the simulated gun under the sight with his left hand, and held the neck of the gun with his right hand. The first section of his index finger rested on the trigger. His arms were slightly vertical. He put the gun against his shoulders with both hands, and tilted his head slightly forward, showing a standard grip. Type 56 semi-automatic rifle pose.

Lao Wang and Xue Qiqi looked at each other and murmured: "I didn't expect Lao Lin to be decent."

A layman looks at the excitement, an expert looks at the door.

Shen Qianqian saw at a glance that Lin Chuan's posture was extremely professional, and her beautiful eyes suddenly focused: "Comrade Lin Chuan, there is something."

immediately.

She saw Lin Chuan looking forward, his eyes sharp, as if he was staring at prey.

Snapped!

Load the gun and pull the trigger.

One shot to the head!

A pink balloon burst in response.

Lin Chuan fired continuously.

Snap, snap, snap,…

All 20 shots hit!

Shen Qianqian frowned, with surprise on her face.

She was not surprised that Lin Chuan hit all 20 shots, but because she seemed to see a well-trained sniper in Lin Chuan.

At least ten years of experience with guns!

"Officer Shen, thank you for ordering all the novels for me." Lin Chuan handed the little yellow duck to Shen Qianqian.

Shen Qianqian stared at Lin Chuan with her beautiful eyes and smiled: "Comrade Lin Chuan, are you really a writer?"

"No." Lin Chuan shook his head.

"Then what is your true identity?" Shen Qianqian was slightly startled.

Lin Chuan smiled and said: "Only great people are called writers, I'm just a street writer."

Shen Qianqian covered her mouth and smiled: "I mean, besides writing books, do you have any other side jobs?"

Lin Chuan scratched the back of his head: "I usually pretend to be an animal."

"What animal?"

Lin Chuan rarely had a sense of humor: "Single dog."

Shen Qianqian chuckled and took the little yellow duck, with an unstoppable smile on her face.

In the Riverside Plaza, several dog barks sounded at the right time, as if echoing Lin Chuan.

The evening breeze is very cool.

The green plants on the riverside swayed gently in the wind, and the rustling sound was like a whisper between lovers.

In the sky above, there is a black silk satin with dense stars, slowly spreading out, the star spots twinkling, interweaving an intoxicating dream.

Lin Chuan returned to the Xingfu Community in the east of the city, opened the iron door of the rental house, walked into the familiar but simple one-bedroom and one-living room, and lay down on the bed.

Return from fantasy to reality.

Tonight, after getting the little yellow duck, Lin Chuan did not continue to listen to Lao Wang's words, but stopped abruptly.

He thought that he was still too far away from Shen Qianqian, the ideal policewoman in the world.

Love during student years can be blind.

But when you grow up, you should pay attention to the fact that rich people will eventually get married.

Xia Zhu doesn't like money, but every moment Wang Duoyu touches her requires money. Moreover, without the inheritance left by the second uncle, Wang Duoyu doesn't even know who Xia Zhu is.

Is this an arrow shot by Cupid?

of course not!

What an ability!

The banknote ability is biubiubiu, more accurate than Cupid!

Therefore, making money is still the first goal!

With everything open, wouldn’t it be a waste just to fall in love?

Make money!

…

The next day, it was cloudy.

The gray sky seemed to be covered with a veil, and a few rays of cool breeze blew in from the window from time to time.

Lin Chuan got up early.

Because the novel "This Killer is Too Professional" has been exported.