Inside the door, it was surprisingly spacious. In front of the shooting targets lined up in a row, she saw the straight back at first sight. After taking off his coat, he was only wearing a thin military green suit. He didn't know when he changed into military boots. They were dark and shiny and looked particularly bright and restrained in the entire gun room.
Looking at it this way, they are both dressed very similarly. She pursed her lips and saw his fingertips snapping down again, without any pause, one shot after another.
Helmer wore a sound-isolating headset and looked straight at the bullseye.
The DSR-1 sniper is indeed what Leng Yiyao said in the small building. Both in terms of weight and flexibility, it has reached its peak among sniper rifles. The key is, the firepower is amazing. He fired from a distance of 300 meters. When the bullet hit the target, it would generate an astonishing momentum. If it weren't for the fixed device at the target, it would have ejected immediately. For it, short-range burst shooting is almost like making a big use of a small skill.
The cold gun body glowed with 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 emanating from the body. Chase power without stopping.
Leng Yiyao's eyes paused. The first time they met, in the fragrant garden, she knew they were the same type of people. But this man was in a high position and had already practiced being as immovable as the wind. He could do anything. In front of him, it seemed that he didn't even have to raise his eyebrows and smile. At this moment, the light emanating from his eyes was like a sharp edge blooming quietly in the night, swallowing the bones and absorbing the soul, like a demon. , people are instantly lost.
The tough limbs drew an arc in the air, from raising the gun, to aiming the sight, to the bullets flying away from the magazine, all in one go. The free and wild rhythm made her blood rush faster. .
Power and beauty, the ultimate display, whether it is his expressionless, hard and cold expression, or the shadowy sniper in his hand, it seems that the world is divided into two poles in an instant. In an instant, no one can enter, and the painting is king.
When the last bullet from the magazine was poured out, he smiled softly, took the sound-isolating headset, and heard a burst of leisurely applause from behind.
Turn around, turn around, look into each other's eyes...
At that moment, the killing energy that had not yet dissipated from his body instantly filled the entire space.
Leng Yiyao casually removed it, hung the headset directly on her neck, tilted her head and smiled faintly at him: "Good marksmanship."
It’s really great!
Even though the results have not yet been announced on the electronic display, judging from the naked eye, every bullet has not left the 9-ring range. Judging from his shooting frequency without hesitation, even a real sniper would find it difficult to do this. So foolproof.
"Are you here?" He smiled elegantly, glanced across her eyebrows, and casually handed the DSR-1 sniper rifle in his hand directly to Frey. Frey turned around, as if he already knew what to do without saying anything, walked directly to the bullet cabinet and started loading.
"I just came here for a while, but I didn't expect to be able to see everything." Hemo seems to have done it himself when he conquered the entire military world. Nowadays, he rarely shows any clues in front of people. Most of the time, the people under him are enough to smooth things over, but even if you are in a high position, once you are obsessed with something, how can you let it go so easily
Just like her, she has been tossed and turned for so many lives, and her identity is different every time she is reborn, but she can never stay away from the weapon. Only those who have truly experienced the kind of freedom that is integrated into the bone marrow can understand the joy that the murder weapon brings to people like them.
"Have you had dinner?" He took a step closer and looked down her uniform until he stopped at her slender calves. It was clearly the most imposing piece of clothing, but it gave off a cool smell when worn on her body. It seems that between heaven and earth, she can become a world of her own without relying on anyone.
It's clear that he hasn't grown up yet, but why do he always feel like he's out of control
"The fat chef's skills are incredible. You didn't even see the appearance of these people in the military academy. They almost licked the bowl." Leng Yiyao didn't pay attention to his gaze, but looked at the electronic display behind him. Sure enough, the target count showed that he fired more than 100 rounds in total, with an average number of 9.8. really!
"Do you like it?" He turned around and looked at the electronic display as well. He asked casually, but he didn't know whether he was referring to the fat chef's skills or his recent target shooting results.
"I like it." She didn't ask, she just nodded, her eyes like the moonlight hanging upside down, so beautiful.
Hemo was stunned. Before he could realize which one she liked, he saw her right hand stretched out, and a transparent white jade-like wrist was already lying in front of her eyes.
Frey had already loaded the magazine and sent it to her.
"Put on the soundproof earplugs." She smiled softly at Helmer and Frey, and with a stroke of her left hand, the headset on her neck had firmly covered her ears.
The next moment, she took a quick step and passed directly in front of the two of them. She was incredibly fast. She directly held up the gun body and looked at the sight with her right eye, as if the distant target was right in front of her eyes. Her fingertips were tight. Button the opening, "bang" - "bang bang" - "bang bang bang" -
If Hemo's aim was because he had bullet marks already in his mind and each shot did not require extra time, then Leng Yiyao had a target in his heart. When the first bullet was sent out, the second and third bullets were fired. The three pills were already following closely behind her. It was a kind of determination that was like fate. There was no need to hold your breath and concentrate, let alone speculation and experiments. It was as if she had already found out the true use of this sniper on Hemo just now. method.
Yes, no matter how similar it looks, it is not the world-famous "King of the Battlefield" in its previous life. After all, the armorer of the empire is not the German AMP arms dealer in her original world. 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 a slight gap in terms of aiming.
When Hemer was shooting, because his center of gravity was stable enough, he could maintain a posture without hesitation. From the beginning to the end, despite her current physical condition, there was only one word - fast.
Holding a gun for a long time will cause instability in her muscles. Only by being fast can she maintain the precision at the best time.
She raised her head, and the light above her head poured down on her bright white face. There was no expression or emotion. It didn't look like she was testing a gun, but like she was playing with a toy. There was thought and precipitation in his eyes, but more importantly, there was passion.
A woman obsessed with gunfire….
Does she know what kind of ultimate temptation this is for someone like him
The body was stretched into an optimal arc. Standing at the window, each shot caused the body to tremble slightly, but there was no hesitation at all. The next moment, the bullet had already crashed towards the target.
Fast, incredibly fast.
Just like that moment in the small building in the afternoon, from the moment her eyes touched her, everything was under her control.
He pulled the trigger with his fingertips, aimed at the bullseye, and pressed his shoulders against the butt of the gun. Every movement was like a fatal attraction emanating from the soul, until, "Bang—" the bullet landed on the bullseye and was turned into steel!
Frey was so shocked by the scene before him that he could not speak. As for Helmer, his eyes became darker and darker.
Her movements are not like burning a gun at all, but more like a kind of leisurely relaxation, just like when she is tired in her spare time, she casually holds a sniper and relaxes her body. Every tendon in her body is at its peak. The best state, but also the most wanton state. For her, this gun was not a burden at all, but a kind of comfort. What's even more frightening is the hit rate!
He had understood how much Leng Yiyao knew about the sniper since the afternoon, but that was just a theory after all. Disassembling a gun is not an unthinkable thing for soldiers, but in front of them, the action of picking up the gun and hitting the bullseye crazily is a bit too hurtful.
He used to always tell all generals that actual combat comes from training. What about her? This was the first time she picked up this sniper. Why could she achieve such an amazing hit rate
Frey looked at Leng Yiyao, who looked at ease, and then at Hemo, whose eyes were getting darker and more unreadable. For a moment, he felt a little exhausted, and his jaw could no longer close at all.
When Zhai Mu tested the gun in D City, he didn't behave like this. But the other party is also a professional soldier after all, what about her? How could she, a "new recruit" who only entered the military academy on her first day, be so shocking!
"Bang" -
When the last bullet in the magazine was exhausted, she took off her earplugs, turned back, and smiled softly at the two of them.
"It feels good. I must meet this designer if I have a chance." Her right hand was a little sore, probably caused by the continuous force she had not endured for too long, but she didn't feel uncomfortable. She shook her shoulder casually and looked at Frey hooked his hand and said, "Do you have a notebook? I'll write you the debugging directions."
She has roughly experienced all the functions just now, whether it is dexterity, recoil, stability or sights, she has basically got a tune. Since you are helping to test the gun, there must be results.
"Okay." Frey was stunned for a moment, and his first reaction was to look at her shoulders. She shook them just now. Is it green? After all, for a woman who is not yet underage, the recoil of this sniper is still a bit too much. However, when he turned around and saw her asking him for the notebook as if nothing was wrong, he felt that he was a bit effeminate.
"The position of the gun butt can be readjusted and reinforced by two centimeters in this direction, so that thin people can better control the center of gravity." Leng Yiyao took the notebook, which was a small folding computer. It's about the same size as a wallet, and once unfolded, the screen is adequate. She used an electronic pen to directly draw a simple diagram of the DSR-1 sniper rifle on it, and noted key points on the side: "The sight needs to be re-strengthened. It is fine when firing, but if it is strafed, the accuracy may be affected. In addition, the ammunition The clamp settings need to be readjusted..."
Before the electronic display could fully calculate the average of her target numbers, she had already listed one, two, three, and four points on the electronic notebook. Frey was listening with great interest and turned around to ask the marshal for his opinion. , and saw his eyes suddenly fixed in the distance.
That location is…
Frey subconsciously looked over, just one glance, and the only reaction in his mind was - Miss Leng, you are really crazy!
The average number of rings is 9.8!
The first time I fired a gun, I used the only DSR-1 sniper in the empire, and it was exactly the same as the marshal!
Are you doing it on purpose, on purpose, on purpose!
If he hadn't personally participated in the development, development and transportation of this sniper rifle, he would have doubted that Leng Yiyao had practiced this rifle countless times!
9. The average score of 8 rings. That’s it. You still listed so many shortcomings. Are you so picky? Or is it that the most sophisticated sniper rifles in the empire are just mediocre in your eyes
While Frey was groaning in cold sweat, lazy laughter suddenly sounded from behind.
Like jade touching the palm of your hand, or like the cold wind on the Tianya Hai Pavilion, it makes people's eardrums shake, and the next moment, the whole body feels numb.
Leng Yiyao raised her head in surprise, only to see Hemo's eyes filled with starlight, as if she had absorbed the brilliance between heaven and earth into her eyes.
At that moment, she couldn't move her eyes away.
This man looks like a real disaster!
"You have reservations." He pointed at the simple diagram on the electronic notebook and smiled slightly: "Afraid that I can't compare with you, will you be unhappy?"
"Tsk—" Leng Yiyao turned her head and sneered. What an international joke. She had reservations, so did he go all out
There is clearly room for this, 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.
Between them, half a pound versus eight ounces, who is nobler 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 an imperial general, and the other is the daughter of a wealthy businessman in D City. In any case, their communication seems to be unconventional from the beginning. She could see through his plan to subvert military weapons from a book he pulled out at random, and he could see from her white and flawless hands that they were full of blood and killing.
Their acquaintance and understanding can never be inferred by any theory or common sense in this world.
But what to do
Seeing her unruly eyes, he suddenly wanted to catch her completely, hold her close to his chest, and never let anyone see a trace of her!
"The gun is a good gun, but it can be even better." She raised her head and met his gaze. Her meaning was profound, and she seemed to be talking about the DSR-1, but also seemed to be talking about something else.
For a moment, the two people's eyes met in the air, as if they wanted to split open each other's chest and see clearly his/her true thoughts.
The originally empty gun room suddenly seemed cramped, and the unprecedented pressure forced Frey, who was standing aside, to have dense beads of sweat break out on his forehead. He was speechless and didn't say a word.
At this moment, he finally understood why Leng Yiyao dared to look directly at the marshal when they first met in D City.
Her eyes, without hiding their strength and keeping a low profile, without the hidden pearls, were no different from those of the marshal!
How does a woman, a woman who is not yet a minor, develop such an aura
Hemo came closer, took off the sound-isolating earplugs that she had casually placed on her neck, and played with them in the palm of her hand, her eyes becoming more and more interested.
This man's body shows no signs of hard work, but his soul is already above all else!
"After this sniper is optimized again, let's compete against each other if we have the chance." He smiled, his eyes like a sunny day that had been completely washed away by rain and fog. In an instant, it captured people's hearts and souls.
Leng Yiyao paused for a moment, met his gaze, and suddenly raised the corners of her lips. At that moment, her smile was bright and bright: "Okay."
Hey, hey, hey—
Didn't you see him still standing nearby? Is there any chance of receiving 10,000 points of critical hits by spreading dog food like this!
The pressure just now had clearly made him break out in a cold sweat, but what the hell was the "affectionate" gaze between the two of them with smiles on their faces now
Frey almost swallowed the tears in his stomach.
Where's the promised burning gun? What about the test gun you promised
Miss Leng has obviously only fired one round of magazine, is this all? It took him a week to prepare all the weapons arsenal here, just for ten minutes tonight
Lowering his head and taking another look at the dense notes on the electronic notebook, he finally understood the difference between genius and stupid human beings. Yes, he's in the "stupid human" column.
Probably because he was too resentful, Leng Yiyao suddenly turned his head and glanced at Frey: "Take the notebook back to the designer. There is still room for improvement in these areas. If there is anything he doesn't understand, he can come here at any time. Ask me." She put away her laptop, looked up at the stake-like Frey, and couldn't help but shake her head and sigh.
This person was fine when he first came in, why is he a bit stupid now? Did he forget to wear soundproof earplugs when he just started shooting, and his head was filled with echoes
"It's still early, do you want to try other guns?" Helmer smiled, but did not take Frey's frightened and mentally devastated face to heart, but advised her to look at other guns in the arsenal. . After all, it's still early.
"No," who knows, but she shook her head: "I have something to do later, so I'll stop here tonight."
Etc., etc!
what's the situation
Frey felt that his brain was really injured. Why couldn't he keep up with the current progress in just two seconds? Or was it that the progress bar suddenly moved forward without him knowing it
Miss Leng rejected the Marshal's invitation again
How many times is this
Last time, she was invited to the Marshal's Mansion to have a big meal every day. The last time, it was the Marshal who told her not to talk to His Highness Lu Chen. Last time, it was the Marshal who asked her to join the army directly
Little sister, little ancestor, little aunt, do you know that the marshal has left so many important military affairs for you, and you just refused with just one sentence, won't your conscience hurt