Chapter 668: Ye Jian must be such a cow?

Chapter 668, Ye Jian must be such a cow?

It’s hard to be done. Just now, Jane’s shot has details that he didn’t notice. No, I’ve noticed it. According to the gun shooting, ten bullets have been hit out in a row, and there isn’t even a single aiming action. Isn’t it just?

Ye Jian took back the pistol and, by the way, unloaded the magazine. He turned and smiled at the political commissar: "Do you guess if I have a perfect match?"

"If I guess by my experience, you have ten shots, and in all likelihood, they are off target, and there is no aim."

The political commissar opened his mouth and let Ye Ying see the hope in one sentence. There is a kind of excitement to discover the New World. The whole person can't help but be happy. She... is definitely playing casually, perfect. Hahaha, this will be a joke!

But then, the political commissar came again with a "but..."

Ye Ying's heart hangs high and old, but what? But what? Say it! Say it! Her eyes fixed on a political commissar who had "stopped" and stopped, and could not rush to go, let him finish the whole sentence!

"But what, the proficiency of the gun you just loaded, is not quite like shooting casually, so I really can't guess if you have a perfect match."

Ye Jian laughed, and only Xia Jinyuan knew how to open the gun here. Instead, he looked at the whole person for a while, it was cold, it was hot, and the facial features were distorted for a while, and Ye Ying, who smiled for a while, Eye-catching: "Ye Ying, do you want to guess how many rings I have?"

The political commissar’s “but” was as if it was tormented in the fire, and Ye Ying, who was cold in the ice, tried to make her look calm. She pulled out a stiff smile. “I don’t know, but the political commissar It’s too easy to say that you are shooting. I think the political commissar is right. It’s possible to have a ten ring when it’s too casual.”

She would like to say: It must be off target! But the political commissar’s “but” made her dare not say it.

Looking at her stiff and moldy smile, Ye Jian glanced at her gently, and then said to the political commissar: "The yellow instructor is admiring me. For his appreciation, how can I lose?"

The line of sight intentionally swept the more rigid Ye Ying, and said: "In order to let Ye Ying know that there is a kind of like to "appreciate", how can I lose it? Please let the comrades over there to report the number of rings. Let's go."

Ye Ying also felt that his heart was hanging in the eyes of the blind man. "Pumping and plopping" is really fast, really fast and fast, it must be off target, it must be off target! As for her so casual shooting, how could it be a target!

The political commissar looked at Ye Jian’s face and his interest was even stronger. This girl’s head was a bit interesting, and it was quite tough.

I took the walkie-talkie in the hand of the instrument and cleared the scorpion and asked: "After the target is finished, shoot ten bullets and see how many rings."

There was no suggestion that the target was finished, even if it was an empty bomb, the soldiers in the trench could not climb out to view the target. With two "received receipts" in the intercom, all the students opened their necks and breathed. Listen quietly to what kind of numbers will be reported inside.

The electroacoustic sound of "Shashasha" came in less than a minute. "There are ten shots, and the actual number of rings is 100."

......

The audience was banging, it was really blasting, the whole class screamed after hearing the ring number, ... 100 ring, all in, all in the middle! Ten rounds of bullets all in the middle! Not casually, it is played seriously! 100 ring! God! Really all in the middle.

(End of this chapter)