Inside the door, it was surprisingly spacious. In front of the lined shooting targets, she saw the straight back at first glance. After taking off his jacket, he only had a thin army green suit and military boots that he didn't know when to change. It was pitch-black and shiny, and he looked particularly bright and restrained in the entire gun room.

In this way, they both dress very similar. She pursed her lips and saw his fingertips buckle again, without a pause, shot after shot.

Homer, wearing a sound-isolating headset, looked straight at the bullseye.

The DSR-1 sniper is indeed as Leng Yiyao said in the small building. Whether it is weight or flexibility, it has reached its peak among sniper rifles. The point is, the firepower is amazing. He shoots at a distance of 300 meters. When the bullet hits the target end, it will form an amazing momentum. If it is not because the target end has a fixed device, it will be ejected immediately. Close-range bursts, for it, are almost useless.

The cold body of the gun 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 radiating from the body. Chasing power without stopping.

Leng Yiyao's eyes froze. When they first met, in the garden full of fragrance, she knew that they were the same kind of people, but this man is in a high position and has long been trained to be immobile. In front of him, it seems that even the effort of raising his eyebrows and smiling has been omitted, and at this moment, the light from the bottom of his eyes is like a sharp edge that quietly blooms in the night, swallowing people's bones and captivating people's souls, like a demon , which makes people instantly lost.

The tenacious limbs crossed an arc in the air, from raising the gun, to aiming at the sight, and then to the bullet galloping away from the magazine, all in one go, that kind of free and easy wild rhythm, she couldn't help the blood to accelerate. .

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

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

Turn around, turn around, look at each other....

At that moment, the killing aura that hadn't dissipated in his body instantly filled the entire space.

Leng Yiyao casually opened it, hung the headset directly on his neck, tilted his head and smiled lightly at him: "Good marksmanship."

It's really great!

Even if the results of the electronic display have not been announced yet, from the naked eye, every bullet has not left the range of the 9th ring. In terms of the frequency of his shooting without hesitation, it is difficult for even a real sniper to do it. To this foolproof.

"You're here?" He smiled elegantly, his eyes flicked between her brows, and he handed the DSR-1 sniper rifle directly to Frey at will. Frey turned around, as if he knew what to do without him saying anything, went straight to the bullet locker, and started reloading.

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

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

"Have dinner?" He took a step closer, his eyes following her uniform all the way down until it stopped on her slender calf. It was clearly the most imposing dress, but it gave off a cool smell when she wore it on her body. It seems that between heaven and earth, she does not need to rely on anyone to become her own world.

Obviously not yet fully grown, but why, there is often a feeling of being out of control?

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

"Do you like it?" He turned his head and looked at the electronic display as well, but he didn't know if he was referring to the fat chef's craftsmanship or his target shooting results just now.

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

Homer was stunned for a moment. He didn't know which one she liked, but when she saw her right hand stretched out, a white jade-like wrist was already in front of her.

Frey had already loaded the magazine and sent it to her.

"Bring sound-isolating earplugs." She smiled lightly at Homer and Frey, stroked her left hand, and the headset on her neck had firmly covered her ears.

The next moment, she took a quick step and swept directly in front of the two of them. It was almost unbelievable. She held up the gun and pointed her right eye to the sight, as if the far-standing target was in front of her, her fingertips were tight. Buckle the opening, "bang" - "bang bang" - "bang bang bang" -

If Homer's aiming is because there are bullet marks in his mind, and each shot does not need extra time, then Leng Yiyao has a target in his heart. When the first bullet is sent out, the second bullet, Three grains have followed closely behind, it is a kind of determination like fate, no need to hold your breath, let alone guess, experiment, just like she has found out the real use of this sniper on Hemo just now method.

Yes, no matter how similar it looks, it is not the world-famous "King of Battlefield" in the previous life after all, and the armorer of the empire is not the German AMP arms dealer in her original world after all. When disassembling it, she clearly felt that the weight of this sniper was much lighter than the one she had used before, but there was still a slight difference in aiming.

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

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

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

A woman obsessed with gunfire....

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

The body stretched into the best arc, standing at the window, each shot caused the body to shake slightly, but without the slightest hesitation, the next moment, the bullet had collapsed to the bullseye again.

Fast, unbelievably fast.

Just like the moment in the small building in the afternoon, from the moment her eyes touched, everything was under her control.

He pulled the trigger with his fingertips, aimed his eyes at the bullseye, and pressed his shoulders against the butt of the gun. Every movement was like a fatal attraction emanating from his soul. He went straight, "Bang——" The particle bullet landed on the bullseye, and it was smelted into steel!

Frey was too shocked to speak. And Homer, his eyes became deeper and deeper.

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

From the afternoon, he knew how well Leng Yiyao knew about this sniper, but it was only a theory after all. Dismantling a gun is not an unbelievable thing for soldiers, but in front of it, the action of hitting the bullseye with a gun is a bit too hurtful.

He used to tell all the generals that actual combat comes from training. What about her? It was the first time she picked up this sniper, 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 more and more incomprehensible. For a time, the whole person was a little collapsed, and his chin was completely unable to close.

When Zhai Mu tried guns in City D, he didn't have such a performance. But the other party is also a professional soldier anyway, what about her? How could she be so shocking as a "new recruit" who only entered the military school on her first day!

"Bang" -

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

"It feels good, the designer must meet him if he has a chance." Her right hand was a little sore, probably because she hadn't endured such a recoil for a long time, and it was caused by the continuous force, but she didn't feel uncomfortable, she shrugged her shoulders at will, and turned towards her. With Frey hooked his hand: "Is there a notebook, I will write the debugging direction to you."

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

"Okay." Frey was stunned for a moment. His first reaction was to look at her shoulder. She shook it just now. Is it blue? After all, for a woman who is still underage, the recoil of this sniper is still a bit too much. However, when he turned his head and saw that she was asking him for a notebook like no one, he felt that he was a bit of a bitch.

"The position of the gun stock can be re-adjusted. Follow this direction and reinforce it by two centimeters, so that people with thin stature can control the center of gravity more powerfully." Leng Yiyao took the notebook, which was a small folding computer. The size is just like a wallet, and once it is unfolded, the screen is enough. She used an electronic pen to draw a simple diagram of the DSR-1 sniper rifle directly on it, and remarked the key points on the side: "The sight needs to be re-reinforced. The clip settings need to be readjusted..."

Before the electronic display could fully count the average of her target numbers, she had already listed one, two, three, and four points in the electronic notebook. , I saw that his eyes suddenly fixed in the distance and did not move.

That location is...

Frey subconsciously looked over, 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 burned a gun, used the only DSR-1 sniper in the empire, and it was exactly the same as the marshal!

Did you do this on purpose, or on purpose, or on purpose!

If he hadn't personally participated in the development and transportation of this sniper rifle, he would have doubted that Leng Yiyao had practiced this gun many times!

9. The average score of the 8th ring, just like this, you have listed so many faults, are you so critical? Or, in your eyes, the most sophisticated sniper rifles in the empire today are just mere snipers?

While Frey was groaning in cold sweat, a lazy laughter suddenly sounded from behind.

Like Zhu Yu touching the palm of your hand, and like the cold wind on Tianya Hai Pavilion, it made people's eardrums shake, and the next moment, their whole body was numb.

Leng Yiyao raised her head in surprise, but saw Hemo's eyes full of stars, as if she was sucking the splendor of heaven and earth into her eyes instantly.

At that moment, she couldn't take her eyes away.

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 that I can't compare to you, not happy?"

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

Clearly there is room left, so don't look at her with interest. It was because he was afraid that her points would be too ugly, so he deliberately kept his hand.

They, half a catty versus eight taels, who is more noble than the other?

Leng Yiyao didn't say anything, but Hemo could see the meaning in her eyes with just one glance.

Yes, everyone deliberately left a gap, it's not that they can't fill the ring, but they have other plans in their hearts.

One is the general of the Empire, and the other is the daughter of a wealthy businessman in City D. In any case, their communication seemed to be unusual from the very beginning. She could see through his plan to subvert the military weapons from a book he randomly pulled out, and he could see from her hands that were free of spears and flawless, they were full of blood and murder.

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, buckle her on his chest, and never let anyone see a single bit of her!

"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 time, the two people's eyes met in the air, as if they were going to split each other's chest straight to see his/her true mind.

The originally empty gun room instantly became cramped, and the never-before-seen pressure forced Frey, who was standing on the side, to make dense beads of sweat on his forehead. He was stubborn 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 City D.

Her eyes, without keeping a low profile and hiding pearls, are no worse than the marshal!

How does a woman, a woman who is still underage, develop such an aura?

Homer approached, took off the sound-isolating earplugs that she had casually dropped on her neck, and played with her hands, her eyes becoming more and more interested.

This person, in the body, does not have any traces of hard work, but in the soul, it has surpassed everything!

"When this sniper is re-optimized, there is a chance, we will have a round." He smiled, his eyes were like a sunny day completely washed by rain and fog.

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

hey hey hey-

Didn't you see him standing beside him? In this way, the dog food is scattered in the red fruit, and there is no chance of being hit by 10,000 points!

The coercion just now forced his cold sweat out, but what the hell is the "affectionate" gaze of the two of them with smiles on their faces?

Frey almost swallowed tears in his stomach.

What about the gunfire? How about a gun test?

Miss Leng has only fired a round of magazines, is this the end of it? It took him a week to get all the arsenal ready here, just for ten minutes tonight?

Looking down at the dense notes on the electronic notebook, he finally understood the difference between a genius and a foolish human being. Yes, he's in the "stupid human" column.

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

This person was fine when he first came in, why is he a little stupid now? Did he forget to bring sound-isolating earplugs when he just fired, and his brain was a little echoing?

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

"No," who knows, but she shook her head: "I still have things to do later, so I'll be here tonight."

Etc., etc!

what's the situation?

Frey felt that his brain was really hurt. Why couldn't he keep up with the current progress after only two seconds, or did the progress bar suddenly advance before he knew it?

Miss Leng, again, rejected 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 Highness Lu Chen's affairs. Last time, the Marshal asked her to join the army directly?

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