My cubs are all blackened

Being compelled, Dazai once again fell into dire straits.

The way Ye Lian taught Dazai the marksmanship was very gentle, basically correcting posture with hands.

"Keep your feet shoulder-width apart, keep your arms steady, and keep your eyes on the same level as your pistol and gun."

The young man's slender palm wrapped Dazai's right hand on the trigger, and his left hand held his waist. The warm body temperature continuously flowed into his body, and the even breathing almost sprayed on Dazai's ear, making his His body was extremely stiff, and his kite-colored eyes glanced vigilantly at the blond youth beside him.

He doubted that this gesture was intentional!

This guy is taking advantage of him! !

Ye Lian didn't look at him, but lowered his body and gazed at the pitch-black pistol gently, as if he was adjusting the best shooting posture.

He didn't seem to realize how intimate this posture was, and he was just calmly describing the tricks of shooting. From this point of view, it seems that Osamu Dazai was thinking too much, so he had so many messy thoughts.

"Dazai, are you listening?"

Without getting a response from the boy in his arms, Ye Lian finally turned his head to look at his face, and at the same time as his eyes met, he almost subconsciously replied with a gentle smile: "Don't be half-hearted, don't look at me, look at your gun .”

"Yes, yes~" Dazai turned his eyes back to his right hand with a look of resentment, stayed on the young man's beautiful skeleton for a second, focused on the target in the distance, and pulled the trigger.

Hey, hey, hey.

Fired three shots in a row.

Basically, they are all within the eighth ring, which is an excellent result.

"Not bad." Ye Lian let go of Dazai's hand, and when he straightened his waist, he smiled and stroked the boy's curly black hair: "Practice more as you did just now."

As soon as he opened the distance, Dazai's tense nerves relaxed a lot. He shook the pistol in his hand and spread his hands as if complaining: "Why do you ask me to learn this kind of thing? It's hot, tired and Hard work, I don't like it."

"Maybe it's because it's a necessary skill for the mafia?" Ye Lian asked and tilted his head: "If you don't learn it, you won't be able to protect yourself, right?"

As a mafia, suits, ties, and guns are the most basic configurations. Regardless of your status, you must learn how to use marksmanship.

Osamu Dazai also knew these basic knowledge, but he was puzzled by the thoughts of Ye Lian, who knew that he was the enemy, but sent the weapon to him on his own initiative.

What is this man thinking? Does he have the confidence that he will never be killed?

There was a faint light in Dazai's eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up, looking at Ye Lian as if joking: "You really believe me, you actually asked me to pick up such a dangerous weapon, if I Accidentally shot a gun through your heart, what should you do?"

Facing his malicious smile, Ye Lian also smiled lightly, but this smile was just a spoiled smile: "It doesn't matter, because ordinary bullets can't hurt me."

He is strong enough, so he can act calmly against Kami Dazai's tentative threats.

"I see." Osamu Dazai nodded clearly: "Is this your supernatural power?"

Before Ye Lian could reply, a sharp gleam flashed in his eyes suddenly, he raised his arms tensely, pointed the black muzzle of the gun directly at Ye Lian's body, and put his finger on the trigger as if threatening.

This disrespectful scene surprised the rest of the mafia subordinates who were guarding the side. They almost quickly pulled out the pistols at their waists and pointed them at Osamu Dazai who was in the middle.

If Osamu Dazai made any suspicious moves, they would pull the trigger without hesitation.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, like an arrow ready to go.

"Well, don't be so nervous." Osamu Dazai glanced around the surrounding mafia, and finally looked at Ye Lian with a smile: "Since you won't be hurt by bullets, then let me take a shot." How about the experience, anyway, you won't have any loss."

Ye Lian's emerald green eyes revealed depth. He looked at the young man pointing a gun at him, raised his hand slightly, and made the surrounding subordinates put down their attacking stance.

"It's rare that you are interested in practicing, so why wouldn't I agree?"

Hearing this answer, Dazai frowned slightly, and the smile on his face disappeared unconsciously.

As expected, he still doesn't understand that the man in front of him would agree to such a dangerous challenge. Is he stupid, or does he have absolute confidence in his own strength?

"But if I don't hit the chance that I finally got, I will lose it. Isn't it too disappointing?" Ye Lian suddenly narrowed his eyes and laughed, pointing to the bull's-eye in the distance: "So when you can hit every shot with every shot How about I accept your challenge when I hit that bullseye?"

"Eh?" Osamu Dazai suddenly puffed up his cheeks in frustration, and muttered in a low voice: "Isn't this still the meaning that I need to practice?"

"Don't worry, it only takes a few days to master it with your aptitude." Ye Lian sat on a chair in the corner of the training ground, picked up a beautiful white porcelain teacup, and took a sip: "I will Correct your wrong posture at any time here so that we can fight quickly."

He sat on the side very leisurely, but Osamu Dazai wanted to practice marksmanship with his sore arm. At this moment, Osamu Dazai felt the injustice of fate from the bottom of his heart.

However, there was nowhere to escape from the huge practice field, not to mention that he really wanted to see Ye Lian's abilities, so Osamu Dazai could only sigh reluctantly, and continued to practice aiming at the bull's-eye.

At the beginning, Ye Lian kept reminding him to keep his back straight and his arms relaxed. After about an hour, Ye Lian could let Dazai Zhizhi explore by himself.

He didn't have to keep looking at Osamu Dazai, he picked up the unfinished documents and began to read them. If the leader was not in poor health and entrusted him with all these tedious paperwork, his time would be more leisurely. Unfortunately, Now he is equivalent to the leader of the agency and needs to deal with various problems.

The biggest problem facing the port mafia now is the lack of people with supernatural abilities. Due to the war policy of the leader, the mafia is constantly involved in the struggle, but the number of people who can solve the struggle is pitifully small. No matter how many miscellaneous fish there are, it will not help. It is to summon people with powerful abilities.

Supernatural beings... What a headache.

Ye Lian sighed silently. He didn't like working, and he didn't like working for others. If it wasn't because Dazai had to survive in the mafia, Ye Lian would never join the mafia.

[Hint: The mission target is looking at you, please respond. 】

The cold mechanical voice in his mind began to remind him, Ye Lian subconsciously raised his eyes to look at Dazai Zhi, and when he realized that Dazai Zhi quickly averted his gaze as if he had a guilty conscience, he couldn't help smiling.

Sure enough, this child is very cute.

Although the mafia and the like are dispensable in his eyes, it is better to make more contributions for the sake of this child.

Thinking of this, a lot of confidence surged in Ye Lian's heart, prompting him to bury his head in his work once again and seriously review.