Top Giants: Rebirth of the Black-Bellied Wife

Inside the door, it was surprisingly spacious, and in front of the shooting targets lined up, she saw the straight back at first glance. He took off his coat, only a thin army green suit, and the army boots that I didn't know when to change, the pitch black and shiny, looked especially brilliant and restrained in the whole gun room.

In this way, they both wear very similar. She pursed her lips and saw that his fingertips were pressed again, without stopping, shot after shot.

Hemo wears a soundproof headset and looks straight at the bullseye.

The DSR-1 sniper is exactly the same as Leng Yiyao said in the small building. Both weight and flexibility have reached the peak in the sniper rifle. The point is that the firepower is amazing. He shoots at a distance of 300 meters. When the bullet hits the target end, it will form an astonishing momentum. If it weren't for the fixed device at the target end, it would be ejected immediately. Shooting at close range, for it, is close to the use of small materials.

The cold gun body showed a cold and magnificent color under the light. One shot after another, it didn't even take time to think and aim. It was an instinct that radiated from the body. Chasing power without stopping.

Leng Yiyao gazes, when she first met, in the fragrant garden, she knew that they were the same kind of people, but this man was in a high position, and he was already trained to be as windless as the wind. In front of him, it seems that even the effort to raise his eyebrows and smile has been eliminated, and at this moment, the light from his eyes is like a sharp edge that blooms quietly in the night, swallowing people's bones and breathtaking, like a demon. , Makes people instantly lost.

The tough limbs drew an arc in the air, from the sound of raising the gun, to aiming at the sight, and then to the bullet flying away from the magazine, all in one go. The free and easy wild rhythm made her unable to help her blood accelerate. .

Power and beauty, the ultimate display, whether it is his indifferent, hard and cold expression, or the shadowy sniper in his hand, it seems to divide the world into two poles in an instant, no one can enter, and the painting is king.

When the last bullet in the magazine poured out, he smiled softly and took on the soundproof headset, but he heard a leisurely applause from behind.

Turn around, look at each other....

At that moment, the killing energy that had not yet dissipated from his body instantly filled the entire space.

Leng Yiyao uncovered casually, hung the headset directly on her neck, tilted her head and smiled faintly at him: "Good marksmanship."

It's really great!

Even if the electronic display has not announced the results, from the naked eye, every bullet has not been out of the 9th ring range. With his barely hesitating shooting frequency just now, even a real sniper is difficult to do. To this foolproof.

"Are you here?" He smiled elegantly, his gaze flicked between her eyebrows, and he handed the DSR-1 sniper rifle in his hand directly to Frey. Frey turned around, as if he knew what to do without him saying anything, walked directly to the bullet cabinet and began to reload.

"I just came here for a while, I didn't expect to be able to feast my eyes." Hemo seems to have taken care of himself except when he conquered the entire military world. Nowadays, he has rarely shown clues in front of people. Most of the time, the people under his hands are enough to level things out, but even if you are in a high position, how can you easily let go once you are obsessed with something?

Just like her, after tossing and turning for so many lives, it is obvious that her identity is different every time she is reborn, but she can't stay away from her with weapons. The kind of freedom that is integrated into the bone marrow can only be understood by people who have truly experienced it, and the vertical and horizontal pleasure brought by the murder weapon to people like them.

"Have dinner?" He took a step closer, gazing down her military uniform until he stopped on her slender calf. It is clearly the most imposing clothes, but when worn on her, it reveals a cool smell. It seems that between heaven and earth, she does not need to rely on anyone to become a world of her own.

He hasn't fully grown up yet, but why, there is often a feeling of getting out of control?

"The fat chef's craftsmanship is simply perfect. You didn't even see the people in the military academy, and almost licked the bowl." Leng Yiyao did not pay attention to his gaze, but looked at the electronic display behind him. Sure enough, the number of targets showed that he shot a total of more than 100 shots, with an average number of rings of 9.8. really!

"Do you like it?" He turned his head, and also looked at the electronic display. He asked casually, but he didn't know whether it was referring to the fat chef's craftsmanship or his target shooting performance.

"I like it." She didn't ask, she nodded, her eyes hanging upside down like moonlight, so beautiful.

Hemo froze for a moment, and hadn't realized which one she said she liked, but saw her right hand stretched out, and a piece of white jade-like transparent wrist was already in front of her.

Frey had loaded the magazine at this moment and sent it to her.

"Bring soundproof earplugs." She smiled slightly at Hemo and Frey, stroked her left hand, and the headset on the neck had firmly covered her ears.

In the next moment, she took a quick step and passed directly in front of the two of them, almost unbelievably fast. She directly held up the gun body, with her right eye facing the sight, as if the far-standing target was close to her, her fingertips tight. Click the button, "Boom"——"Boom"——"Boom"——

If Hemo’s aiming is because there is a bullet mark in his mind, and each shot does not need extra time, then Leng Yiyao is the target in his heart. When the first particle is sent out, the second and the first Three grains have already followed closely, it is a kind of fateful determination, no need to hold your breath, no more speculation and experimentation, just like she has found out the real use of this sniper on Hemo just now. method.

Yes, even if it looks like it again, it is not the world-famous "King of the Battlefield" in the previous life, and the Imperial Armorer is not the German AMP arms dealer in her original world. When disassembling it, she clearly felt that the weight of this sniper was far lighter than the one she had used before, but from the point of view of aiming, there was a slight gap.

When Hemo was shooting, because the center of gravity was stable enough, he could maintain a posture without any hesitation. From the beginning to the end, there was still only one word in her current physical state-fast.

Holding the gun for a long time will cause instability in her muscles. Only fast can the precision be maintained at the best time.

She tilted her head up, and the light above her head poured down on her brightly white face. There was no expression or emotion. It was not like she was trying a gun, but she was playing with a toy. There are thoughts and precipitation in the eyes, but more, it is a passion.

A woman fascinated by gunfire....

Does she know what the ultimate temptation is for someone like him?

The body was stretched into the best arc, standing at that window, every shot drove the body to shake slightly, without any hesitation, the next moment, the bullet collapsed to the bullseye.

Quick, it's almost incredible.

Just like the moment in the small building in the afternoon, everything has been under her control since the touch of her eyes.

Pull the trigger with the fingertips, aim at the bullseye, shoulder against the butt, every trace of movement is like a deadly attraction emanating from the soul, straight, "Bang——" The particle bomb fell on the bullseye, and it was made into steel!

Frey was so startled by the scene that he could not speak. But Hemo's eyes grew deeper and deeper.

Her movements are not like burning a gun at all, but more like a kind of leisurely relaxation, just like being tired in leisure time, holding a sniper at will, relaxing the body, every tendon in her body is at the most The best state, but also the most arbitrary state. For her, this gun is not a burden at all, but a comfort. What's more terrifying is that the hit rate!

From the afternoon, he understood how well Leng Yiyao understood this sniper, but that was only a theory after all. Disassembling the gun is not unbelievable for soldiers, but the action of hitting the bullseye frantically with the gun is a bit too hurtful.

He always told all the generals that actual combat comes from training. What about her? She only 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 ease, and then at Hemo, whose eyes became deeper and more difficult to understand. For a while, the whole person was a little collapsed, and his jaw was completely unable to close.

When Zhai Mu tried the gun in D City, he didn't have such a performance. But the other party is also a professional soldier, how about she? She is a "recruit egg" who only entered the military academy on the first day. Why can she be so shocking!

"Boom"——

When the last bullet in the magazine was exhausted, she took off her earplugs, turned her head, and smiled at the two.

"It feels good. This designer must meet if you have a chance." The right hand is a bit sore. It should have been a long time since she had not endured such recoil. She did not feel uncomfortable. She shook her shoulders at will. Frey hooked his hand: "Is there a notebook? I will write you the direction of debugging."

Roughly all the functions have been experienced just now, whether it is dexterity, recoil, stability or scope, she has basically a tone. Since it is to help test the gun, there must be results naturally.

"Okay." Frey was stunned for a moment. The first reaction was to look at her shoulder. She just shook it. Is it green? After all, for an underage woman, the recoil of this sniper is still a bit too much. However, when she turned her head to see that she was okay and asked him for a notebook, he actually felt a little bit chubby.

"The position of the **** can be re-adjusted. Follow this direction and reinforce by two centimeters, so that people with thin stature can better grasp the center of gravity." Leng Yiyao took the notebook, which was a small folding computer, It's no more than the same size as a purse, and once it's unfolded, the screen is enough. She drew a simple drawing of the DSR-1 sniper rifle directly with an electronic pen. By the way, she remarked the main points: "The sight needs to be re-reinforced. It’s okay when firing. If you shoot, it may affect the precision. In addition, the bullet The folder settings need to be adjusted again..."

Before the electronic display had time to count the average number of her targets, she had already listed one, two, three, or four points in the electronic notebook. Frey was listening with great interest and turned around to ask the marshal for advice. , I saw that his eyes suddenly stopped moving in the distance.

That position is...

Frey subconsciously looked at it, only one glance, the only reaction in his mind-Miss Leng, you really are crazy!

The average number of rings is 9.8!

The first time I burned the gun, I used the only DSR-1 sniper in the empire, which was exactly the same as the marshal!

Are you deliberate, deliberate, or deliberate!

If he hadn't personally participated in the development and transportation of this sniper rifle, he would have no idea how many times Leng Yiyao had practiced this gun!

The average score of the 9.8 ring, just like that, you have listed so many faults, are you so nitpicking? Or, in your eyes, the most sophisticated sniper rifle in the Empire today is nothing more than you?

As Frey groaned in cold sweat, a lazy laugh suddenly sounded from behind.

Like Zhu Yu in the palm of his hand, and like the cold wind on the Tianyahai Pavilion, it shocked the eardrums, and the next moment, the whole body was numb.

Leng Yiyao raised her head in surprise, but saw Hemo's eyes, full of stars, as if she had drawn the brilliance between heaven and earth into her eyes.

At that moment, she couldn't move her eyes.

This man is really a scourge!

"You have reservations." He pointed to the simple picture on the electronic notebook, and smiled slightly: "I'm afraid I can't beat you, unhappy?"

"Tsk—" Leng Yiyao turned her head and sneered. What an international joke. She had reservations, did he go all out?

Clearly leave room, so don't look at her with interest. He was afraid that her points would be too ugly, so he kept his hands on purpose.

They are half a catty to eight liang, who is noble than whom?

Leng Yiyao didn't say what she said, but Hemo only saw what she meant at a glance.

Yes, everyone deliberately left a gap, not that they couldn't fill the ring, but they had other plans in their hearts.

One is an imperial general, and the other is the daughter of a wealthy businessman in City D. In any case, their communication seems to have taken an unusual path from the beginning. She could see through his plan to subvert military weapons from a book he pulled out at will, and he could see that she was full of blood and killing from her gunless, white and flawless hands.

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

But what to do?

Seeing her unruly eyes, he suddenly wanted to catch her completely, clasp her on his chest, and never let anyone see a trace of it!

"The gun is a good gun, but it can be better." She raised her head and met his gaze, with deep meaning, as if she was talking about this DSR-1, and she seemed to be talking about something else.

For a while, the two people's eyes met in the air, as if they were about to split each other's chest straight to see his/her true mind.

The originally empty gun room seemed cramped in an instant, and the unprecedented pressure forced Frey who was standing on the side to a dense sweat on his forehead. He rooted in his teeth and didn't say a word.

At this moment, he finally understood why Leng Yiyao dared to look directly at the Marshal when he first met in D City.

Her eyes, without keeping a low profile, without Yun'ao Tibetan beads, are no different from the marshal!

How does a woman, an underage woman develop such aura?

Hemo approached, took off the soundproof earplugs she casually dropped on her neck, and played with her in the palm of her hand. His eyes became more and more interesting.

This person, on the body, does not have any traces of tempering, but on the soul, it is already above everything!

"After this sniper is re-optimized, there is a chance, we will compete." He laughed, his eyes were like a sunny day completely washed by rain and fog, and it was instantly stunning.

Leng Yiyao paused for a moment, met his gaze, and suddenly raised the corners of her lips. At that moment, her smile was brilliant: "Okay."

Hey hey hey hey

Didn't you see him still standing by? Sprinkling dog food like this would result in 10,000 critical hits!

Obviously the coercion just now forced out his cold sweat, now what the **** is the "affectionate" stare of the two people with smiles?

Frey almost swallowed tears in his stomach.

What about burning guns? What about the test shot?

Miss Leng has only played a round of magazines, is this the end? It took him a big week to prepare all the arsenals here, just for the ten minutes tonight?

Looking down at the dense notes on the electronic notebook, he finally understood the difference between genius and stupid human beings. Yes, he is the "stupid human" column.

About his resentment was too deep, Leng Yiyao suddenly turned her head and glanced at Frey: "Take the notebook back to the designer, there is still room for improvement in these areas. If he doesn't understand something, he can come anytime. Ask me." She threw away the laptop, looked up at the stake-like Frey, and couldn't help shaking her head and sighing.

This person was fine when he first came in, why is he a little silly now? Didn't he forgot to wear soundproof earplugs when he fired the shot, and his mind was a little echoing?

"It's still early, do you want to try other guns?" Hemo smiled, but didn't take Frey's frightened and intellectually devastated face to heart, but persuaded her to look at other guns in the armory. . After all, it's still early.

"No," she shook her head, who knows, "I have something to do later, so let's be here tonight."

Etc., etc!

what's the situation?

Frey felt that his brain was really hurt. Why didn't it keep up with the current progress in just two seconds, or did the progress bar suddenly move forward before he knew it?

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

How many times is this?

Last time, she was invited to the Marshal’s Mansion to enjoy a big meal every day. Last time, the Marshal told her to ignore His Royal Highness Lu Chen. Last time, the Marshal asked her to join the army directly?

Little sister, little ancestor, little aunt grandmother, do you know how many important military affairs the marshal has left behind for you? You just rejected it with just one sentence. Wouldn't your conscience hurt?