[Pseudo Criminal Minds]Gimmick Game

Aiming is a "bang" shot.But the foot on her shoulder only trembled with her movements, and the relative distance did not change at all.She really wanted to jump up and pick up the thing in her hand and fuck the guy who attacked personally.Fortunately, rationality overwhelmed impulse, and she still didn't stand up in the end.

"Three shots in a row." The owner of the foot recited the next item like an opera.

Lucia tilted her head to the right, both for better aiming and for keeping out of sight.

The foot lifted the first time she pulled the trigger.She was thinking "Hi, hurry up and torture the next one, let go of my little transparent one" when the tip of the shoe was attached to her cheekbones and she straightened her head with a light force, and then returned to her He was crushed heavily on his right shoulder.

I @#￥%&*

So Lucia lost her temper completely, and could only vent her anger on the target 50 meters away, and replaced the target paper with the baby face in her eyes.

For three days in a row, they have been fighting for the best, ah no, the shooting training, it is said that they let them have a taste first, and try the guys of various tastes - hand gun, charge gun, sudden machine step gun, short sudden machine Bug, sniper rifle, shotgun, Beretta, HK, Glock...

After three days, Lucia clutched her right shoulder, whether she was injured by the recoil or trampled by someone, with noodles and tears hanging down her cheeks: Labor and capital want to play AK47 and M40A3, but Mao won’t give it to you, bastard! ! !

After dinner, Lucia, who was having a routine internal meeting alone in the dormitory, suddenly heard a knock on the door, and reluctantly got out of bed to open the door, holding the Monday issue of Gazzetta dello Sport in her hand.It is said that the game the day before yesterday was tied by Udinese at home, and Andrea was also scored a very low score.What a mess!

"I said don't lock the door, you have to lock it. I really can't stand you guys. It's a good way to make use of your labor..." Lucia, who was downcast, opened the door and saw a pair of black military boots. Reflexively slamming on the brakes, he swallowed the last few words in his words.

Quickly adjust the expression on his face from the outdoor mode to the standard mode, throw the newspaper to his left hand while raising his head, and raise his hand to give a standard military salute: "Hello, Chief!"

Cannavaro's face was calm, and he stared at her face for three seconds: "Change into normal clothes in three minutes and follow me."

"Yes!" He said it was a change of clothes, but in fact he just added a shirt and jacket to the training short sleeves.In less than 3 minutes, Lucia followed Cannavaro to an unknown destination under the baptism of all kinds of eyes.

Passing through the playground, the teaching building, and the obstacle course, the two of them were still walking forward in silence after more than ten minutes.

Finally, the two stopped in front of a row of heavily guarded bungalows.

range? Lucia didn't know why.

Cannavaro, who was standing in front of her, turned his back to her. He didn't know what to say to the soldier on guard. The man saluted him and opened the door to let him through.

Cannavaro led Lucia to Qiangku first.

Looking at the side profile of Cannavaro, which was being assembled in a closet by the equipment cabinet, Lucia actually felt that this Palermo man was so damn handsome that when Cannavaro handed her the assembled M12, she still had some Out of the situation, he almost smashed his foot with a hammer.

Cannavaro, whose face was almost as black as coal, could feel his displeasure, Lucia swallowed again subconsciously.After she tried to get into the situation, Cannavaro assembled another M12, took a box of ammunition and walked to the shooting range.

He opened the bullet box, grabbed three and handed them to her: "Finished."

Looking at the pointed bullet head, Lucia felt a little trembling in her heart, and when she peeked at Cannavaro's cold eyes, her whole body froze.She loaded the bullet, picked up the gun and squinted her eyes to aim for a long time before firing the first shot slowly.There was a "buzz" in her ears the moment the trigger was pulled, and then she couldn't hear anything.Then she remembered that she was nervous and didn't even wear earmuffs.If she didn't do anything, she would be deaf after one or three blows, so she fired the remaining two bullets.

She put down her weapon, opened her mouth, and relaxed her eardrums. She looked closely at the ring of the target paper 50 meters away, and it was still intact?She didn't dare to turn her head to look at Cannavaro's face after she was sure she was right.

However, Cannavaro didn't say much, and took a few bullets and loaded them. He raised the guy in his hand and shot three times with "bang bang bang" almost without aiming. There were three densely packed red hearts on the opposite target.

Good marksmanship!Although Cannavaro went into the sea during the training a few days ago, ah no, I took it to the shooting range to demonstrate it to them, but today I carried a big demonstration, and the effect is completely different.

More importantly, I am the only one who saw such a handsome Nino!

Moving her gaze from the target to Cannavaro, Lucia noticed that the black cloud on him was about to materialize.

Lucia couldn't figure it out, wasn't it just that the three shots were outside the circle, so why was she so angry?It's only been three days since labor and capital touched the gun!

"Tell me what you saw?" Cannavaro put down the M12 in his hand, pointed his right index finger at the target.

Lucia drooped her head and curled her lips, her tone was full of unwillingness: "My marksmanship is bad enough."

"The three hostages, the three teams, and the three plans are all ruined in your hands." Cannavaro suddenly stepped in front of her, making her take a big step back in fright, and supported the table with one hand so as not to fall, " Tell me Lucia AndreaPirlo, how can I trust you with my back?"

Lucia was completely stunned after hearing this—she had 34567 arguments from Cannavaro in her mind, but she didn't have this one.

Cannavaro gently grabbed her left wrist and placed her hand on the M12 lying quietly on the table.Unexpectedly, it was a very small hand, covering her wrist and bulging like a hamburger; the palm was dry but warm, and the gun cocoon, which was not obvious to the touch, seemed so cute.

"They are your friends, treat them with sincerity. It's getting late, go back to class."

Lucia's mind was blanked by Cannavaro's words, and something seemed to spew out of her chest.She suppressed her emotions, saluted Cannavaro and left.Walking out of the gate of the shooting range, a gust of cool sea breeze blows away her excitement.She sniffed and ran all the way to the dormitory.

Lucia admits that she never thought about the question Cannavaro asked—she never imagined, and couldn't imagine, who she could have that kind of unconditional trust in.She has never had any friends, and the ones who hang out most are the brothers and uncles of AC Milan's first team.They were Andrea's teammates, and her feelings for them were far from trusting.As for Andrea, he was family and she loved him, but she would never let anyone or anything hurt him.So sometimes she is alone, without anyone's support and help.What kind of feeling is it that you can completely give your back to the other party and advance and retreat with them?

The days passed through the heavy training day by day, and Lucia didn't have any extra energy to think about other issues. Once back in the dormitory, she took every time to take a shower and go to bed——she had to gather urgently at irregular times in the middle of the night, and she couldn't guard against it.Even the fact that AC Milan won the league championship has become a good brother and sister inexplicably since the night of the battle (?) Forgot to talk to her from time to time to talk about life and gave her all kinds of tricks, so that her shooting scores soared to the top of the list and she will always be proud of the crowd. Her shooting coach, the astonished Cannavaro, only found out when he called her to the office to congratulate her with a mysterious face.She almost dropped her jaw when she heard that: "Baby face, you... aren't you Tini?"

God testifies, the version she heard was that Cannavaro was a true Juventus fan, never heard that he also liked AC Milan.

As a result, as expected, she got a pair of supercilious eyes: "Tch, your Maldini is still Tini."

==### Labor and capital are strictly forbidden to hear this joke!This is the thunder point of labor and capital!

After a while of torture, Lucia finally understood that Cannavaro was just a fan of Xiao Ma, and the club level was still firm.

Lucia rolled her eyes, stuck to Cannavaro's side and stretched out her index finger to poke his arm: "For the sake of the fact that we are all fans of the horse team, tomorrow's cross-country...?"

Cannavaro immediately put on his usual poker face: "If your Andrea is determined to come to Juventus next season, I might consider it."

Nima! Lucia slapped him on the thigh unceremoniously: "Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Labor and management will not let him be a slave of the three surnames! There will never be that day!"

"Feng Shui takes turns, who knows what will happen tomorrow."

"Impossible! Impossible! Labor and management would rather send him to Badu, ah no, Barcelona will not let him go to Turin! Speaking of this, Lucia entered a red-eyed rampage zombie state.

"Don't say it so deadly, in case...""

"There is no chance! If there are ten thousand, there will be no such case.