The level of painting also surprised him. In the night, he just took one more look, and even wrote down the other person's face, and then painted it clearly.... It's really amazing!
"This portrait is of a man with a Hongkou accent. He was injured. It should be at the waist. When getting off the motorcycle, he consciously covered his right waist." Ye Jian handed the side sketch in his hand to him. , "There are three more, wait for me a moment."
Entering the concentration, Ye Jian's eyes were cold, and when the pencil traced, there was a faint cold light flashing in his eyes, "I checked the wounded pistol, the QSZ92 semi-automatic pistol, a total of fifteen shots. Bullet, only one shot."
"If this bullet hits a man with a rainbow accent..., the opponent should still be in the hotel and won't leave for the time being."
The QSZ92 semi-automatic pistol is a DAP92 9mm hard steel-core ordinary bullet. The bullet has a low firing density and has a strong penetration force to penetrate a 1.3 mm thick helmet steel plate at a distance of 50 meters. It can still penetrate 50 mm thick. Pine boards, and other pistol shells cannot penetrate steel plates.
Based on this, if the opponent is really shot, all he has to do now is to stop the bleeding, and then transfer it!
Xia Jinyuan's sharp gaze was already on Ye Jian's face for a few laps. After that, he raised his eyebrows and smiled and asked, "It seems that I have learned a lot in the army, and I know it."
"There are two more portraits to be completed in four minutes? Okay?" Xia Jinyuan decided to change her coaxing and questioning tone to her cold and calm gaze, so as not to let this little girl have opinions on herself.
Having lived for twenty years, Xia Dashao, who always looked at his face by others, never thought that he would have to look at the face of a little girl in a small village.
The indifferent tone softened, but Ye Jian was a little uncomfortable. He raised his eyes and glanced at him, then indifferently withdrew his gaze, "The other four are all side faces. I will try to see if they can be brought together. The front."
"Since it is the target person, don't you have any information about them? Don't you even have a picture?"
Her pencil didn’t stop, and she scribbled on the paper, but the targeted questions were asked one after another, “Although I don’t know how you arranged it, but it alarmed the target person and injured her comrades-in-arms. This is The mistakes of the decision makers above."
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The rest of the paintings continued to paint, Xia Jinyuan beside him was still silent, if it weren't for his aura so strong that he couldn't ignore it, he would have already left.
"You're right, it was my mistake. I want to go fishing with Jiang Taigong. In the end... there won't be another time!" He said coldly, and gradually the volume fell down completely, and then he took the profile picture again. Pushing the sketch of the frontal portrait, Xia Jinyuan glanced at Ye Jian in surprise again, "Every time I meet, you can give me a surprise."
Rolling up the homework paper, the handsome face looked at her with a solemn expression, and said: "It may not be peaceful tonight. Stay in the camp and don't walk around."
Ye Jian put down his pencil, looked at him fixedly, and frowned and said: "How do you get into the restaurant? Liao Jian's father has gone."
"Don't worry, we will make arrangements so that no more comrades-in-arms will be injured." Xia Jinyuan nodded slightly to Ye Jian, cold and determined, and solemnly promised as promised.
After telling her not to leave the camp again with her eyes, she turned around and left the dormitory.