star hunter

When Huo Jing saw that person, his face was like the sky that was about to rain.

The man turned a blind eye and walked past him swaggeringly without saying hello.

Ever since, Huo Jing's complexion became even uglier.

"Hey, why is Chief Su here?" In the shooting range, Feng Xiaoshan, who was making up for Zhong Yuncong, an underachiever who was absent from school for a week, glanced at Su Xian, who was carefree and cross-legged, and said in surprise, "Is it so?" No, do we need one more instructor?"

Zhong Yuncong fiddled with the gun, then glanced at someone, and smiled: "Probably...worry about me."

"Ah?" Feng Xiaoshan looked fussy, "Worried about you? Really? You are not relatives, but why does he treat you so well?"

Tsk tsk tsk, see, those who can ask this kind of question basically say goodbye to leaving the order.

Zhong Yun slandered this stupid boy who didn't understand, and at the same time glanced at Su Xian's profile from the corner of his eye. He seemed to be in a good mood, the corners of his lips were slightly upturned uncharacteristically, and his eyes were wandering in the shooting range full of bullets. Anyway, It just didn't fall to him.

This kind of deliberate avoidance is very in line with this person's arrogant temperament.

I said before that I would not stop him, but I really didn't stop him, but came to the training camp myself.

Come as you please, but you still have to keep a distance, and even the time to come is carefully calculated, which happens to be different from the time when he returns to the camp.

He also refused to admit it, declaring that he came here entirely for official business, and called it "to observe how the new generation of seedlings grow."

This pretentious gesture almost made Zhong Yuncong laugh out loud, saying to himself, why don't you simply say that you are here for vacation, anyway, you have been enjoying work-related injury benefits for the past few days.

"Fuck, I think something is wrong!" Comrade Feng Xiaoshan, the gossip investigator, began to report to him again, "Instructor Huo has been staring at Chief Su, and his eyes are so unfriendly... Ah, he stood up! He walked over Yes! He moved toward..."

The excited report was like a dumb shell, Feng Xiaoshan closed his mouth suddenly, Zhong Yuncong grinned like a toothache: "He walked towards us."

Huo Jing, just like Su Xian before, passed him without looking sideways. Seeing this, Su Xian raised his eyebrows and smiled even more: "Childish."

Zhong Yuncong, who watched this scene with his eyes, said that the two of you are very naive, and you almost licked your eyelids, stuck out your tongue and shook your buttocks: "Slightly slightly slightly!"

Huo Jing turned a deaf ear, he walked straight towards Zhong Yuncong's direction, Su Xian noticed it, and followed him involuntarily, but he didn't move.

He didn't look at the clock much just now, but it wasn't that he didn't give him any attention—he knew that the kid was very far behind now, and he couldn't even reload the bullets.

That kid named Feng Xiaoshan is of mediocre level. Asking him to teach Zhong Yuncong is to apply an old saying - those who are close to ink are black.

Huo Jing probably couldn't stand it, so he decided to open a small stove himself.

Speaking of which, he had never seen Huo Jing as a teacher, nor had he seen Zhong Yuncong as a student. The two people together aroused his interest twice.

From the moment Zhong Yun saw Instructor Huo walking towards him, he guessed that he was not performing well, so he stopped what he was doing nervously, and when Huo Jing stopped half a body away, he and Feng Xiao Shan saluted together: "Hello instructor!"

Huo Jing was stingy with even a few words of greeting, and simply took the gun from him neatly, and said expressionlessly, "I'll just demonstrate it once, watch it carefully."

Zhong Yun held his breath from holding his breath, didn't dare to blink his eyes, put his hands against the seams of his trousers, and stared at the movements of Huo Jing's hands motionlessly.

□□In Huo Jing's hand, he flexibly turned his head, pointed the muzzle at a 45-degree angle upward, pressed the magazine with the thumb of his right hand, took out the empty magazine with his left hand, held the magazine up, and loaded the bullet into the magazine with his right hand , Press the bullet into the clip with both hands.Finally, he pushed the bomb into the chamber, closed the safety, and pointed in a certain direction.

For at least two-thirds of the time, Zhong Yuncong was concentrating on studying, meticulously recording every movement of Huo Jing, until Huo Jing aimed his gun at... Su Xian.

"Damn it!" Zhong Yuncong and Feng Xiaoshan exclaimed in unison, the latter's astonishment mixed with excitement: "I thought at least there was going to be a cutscene, but I didn't expect to do it directly!"

Zhong Yuncong was not in the mood to eat melons like him, especially after Su Xian returned Huo Jing's provocative gesture, goosebumps appeared all over his body. He was afraid that the always vigorous instructor Huo Jing would just say nothing Pulling the trigger, he didn't even have time to think. He rushed forward, covered Wudongdong's muzzle, and smiled apologetically: "Instructor Huo, everything is negotiable, don't be impulsive..."

Huo Jing stared at him coldly, his tight lips were like sharp blades, making Zhong Yuncong's smile gradually stiffen.

Zhong Yun, who was under pressure and dripping with cold sweat, never forgot to sneak a glance at someone, only to find that that guy was also crossing his arms with a displeased face, obviously not appreciative.

……Depend on!Zhong Yuncong, who is in a dilemma, feels like an old mother who cares about her heart.

"You dared to block my gun before you learned how to reload." Huo Jing snorted coldly, retracted the muzzle, and then threw the pistol back to him, "If the reloading action is not in place before sunset, go around Run twenty laps on the playground."

Zhong Yuncong held the heavy gun resentfully, wiped the cold sweat off his brow, looked at Huo Jing's back, and felt aggrieved: Cheng Chengcheng, even if you fight later, I don't care about it, okay?Just meddle in my own business!

He never expected that not long after, the word became a proverb.

It is said that 80.00% of the struggles and conflicts in the world come from impulse.But this sentence obviously does not apply to Su Xian and Huo Jing.

Although the smell of sex in the air was already very strong, it was still on the verge of igniting the gun. If it must be pursued, Su Xian was probably the one who ignited the sex first.

Here's how it happened, according to a report by an unnamed gossip watcher.

When Instructor Huo passed Officer Su again, he asked abruptly, "What are you doing here?"

Witnesses said that Instructor Huo's tone was a little aggressive, but he was always like this, and everyone accepted it... Ah no, it's a habit, and they never thought that the situation would get out of control to that point.

Chief Su glanced at the other party with a half-smile: "Who are you? Am I obliged to report to you?"

"This is the training camp," Huo Jing frowned coldly, "Idlers are not allowed to enter."

"Oh." Su Xian nodded, then pointed to his own epaulettes, and then clicked on Huo Jing's, "Everyone is in the same department, if I wait for others, don't you do the same?"

"I am the instructor here."

"Hmph, a mere instructor, isn't he amazing?"

The corners of Huo Jing's thin lips twitched slightly: "I dare not say anything else, I still have the right to get you out of here."

"Wow, I'm so scared." Su Xian also sneered, "I want to see, how can you get me out?"

The rhythm is almost there, and to a certain extent, the two sides have quite a tacit understanding. After Su Xian finished speaking, neither side wasted any more time and went to war directly.

Huo Jing swung his straight fist to the right, and took the lead in attacking, and slammed into Su Xian's face with a fierce fist wind; the latter did not retreat, but advanced, raised his elbow, blocked to the left, and quickly thrust his left hand into the opponent's right hand and pierced through it. After that, grab Huo Jing's right shoulder, turn away the arm, raise the elbow, and press down.

Huo Jing suffered a heavy blow to his right shoulder, but his face remained unchanged, and his reaction was quite quick - he hit Su Xian with his left fist in the abdomen, and when the opponent was bent over by the blow, he clamped his neck with his right hand, and then quickly bent his knee Waist, left foot back at the same time, using the combined force of pushing the knees and twisting the waist to pull Su Xian down from right to left, then bent his right hand, with the tiger's mouth facing forward, twisting and wrapping around the opponent's right wrist.

Then Su Xian's response was not slow. When he fell to the ground, he landed on the ground with his right elbow and right knee, and quickly turned his back. He straightened his left foot and slid his heel to the left to press against Huo Jing's body, pushing with his left hand. The moment the opponent's head and right wrist were twisted by Huo Jing, they simultaneously locked the opponent's throat.

This back and forth, evenly matched fight left the students present stunned.

Feng Xiaoshan picked up his jaw that was about to fall off, and elbowed Zhong Yuncong, who was also dumbfounded: "This, why is it over? I haven't seen enough..."

Zhong Yuncong came back to his senses, glared at this guy who didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, and was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, and then sighed with his forehead, wondering why he didn't realize that he still had the physique of a crow's mouth before?

Those two were still on the ground, their movable joints were firmly locked by each other, and neither side could move, so they could only stare at each other with wide eyes, without yielding or flinching.

"Their relationship..." Zhong Yuncong rubbed his chin, looking thoughtful, "It seems to be not bad?"

Feng Xiaoshan laughed and laughed: "I also think that it's hard to say that Chief Su doesn't understand. If Instructor Huo really hates someone, he probably won't even give him a look, let alone such a big fight."

The corner of Zhong Yuncong's mouth twitched: "How can I describe this feeling... It's like two dogs having fun, and it's like a battle for the monitor of the kindergarten class..."

Shocked by these two wonderful metaphors, Feng Xiaoshan nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "That's right! That's it!"

Immediately, the two of them sighed in unison: "How childish!"

This time Su Xian and Huo Jing still had a tacit understanding, and they flew towards this side with cold eyes.

Huo Jing: You are the dog!

Su Xian: You are the monitor of the kindergarten!