The first hit seemed to give Shen Qianqian a lot of confidence.
For the next nine bottles, she used 12 rounds.
When the last bottle exploded in the air, Shen Qianqian exhaled deeply, a long-lost joy and confidence spread in her heart.
Shooting is a bonus item for her, and her ability to stand out among several places to come here has a lot to do with her shooting performance.
It is precisely because of the confidence that shooting gives her that she will have a kind of anxiety that is unimaginable even for herself after one mistake, and the subsequent failures again and again make her avoid shooting projects. Cause every shot becomes her ordeal.
"right."
Duan Zimu spoke aside.
Hearing Duan Zimu's voice suddenly, Shen Qianqian was stunned for a while, then reacted, turned to the right, and then swept towards the tree over there through the scope.
Sure enough, I saw some more bottles.
Can-
There are some unexpected patterns on those beer bottles.
At first glance, Shen Qianqian felt a little unclear, but she stared at a beer bottle and found that her friend Wang Jie's head was attached to the beer bottle.
It was enlarged with the ID photo and then printed out.
The white paper is very conspicuous, and the ID photo is a bit dazzling.
Shen Qianqian roughly counted, this time the number of beer bottles doubled, and it is estimated that there are about 20.
She looked away from the scope and looked up where Duan Zimu was standing.
"Instructor Duan, what does this mean?"
Frowning tightly, Shen Qianqian asked Duan Zimu with some dissatisfaction.
An empty bottle is an empty bottle. Why post a picture of Wang Jie
Let her overcome psychological barriers
Thinking of this, Shen Qianqian bit her lip.
She can now be 100% sure that Mo Shangjun and Duan Zimu know the source of her heart disease, but using this method to help her overcome...
She couldn't accept it for a while.
Pointing a gun at a friend's profile picture, how could she fire a gun
Moreover, there are still twenty empty bottles!
Shooting a friend so many times in a row? !
Shen Qianqian, who had just calmed down, was very anxious, as if a flame was ignited, and became more and more uneasy.
"Special training."
Duan Zimu still answered her concisely and clearly.
Shen Qianqian froze slightly when she grabbed the 88 sniper.
Mo Shangyun's arrangement of such a shooting is indeed a special training...
Seeing her hesitation, Duan Zimu said very calmly, "You only have one chance. Either get over it or get out of here."
There was no emotional tone, and there was almost no compromise retreat for Shen Qianqian.
Either get over it or get out.
Shen Qianqian bit her lip harder, and the pain spread immediately.
The slight pain made Shen Qianqian calm down.
This is different from the previous company - Shen Qianqian came to Mo Shangjun on the first day, and she clearly realized the difference.
When she encounters a problem, no one does ideological work for her, and no one goes to great lengths to solve the problem for her.
Training, training… never-ending training.
At first, the appearance of Mo Shangyun made them very angry, but in the end, Mo Shangyun led them and tortured them, which could only be the seasoning in the boring training.
As a result, their feelings for Mo Shangyun gradually changed - they were no longer so angry and dependent, but were convinced by her strength, and then became dependent on and expected her.
So, Mo Shangjun's occasional "care" was enough to flatter her.
But the "care" this time does not mean that Mo Shangyun will give her an environment where she can retreat and reflect countless times.
Just once.
Either take a step forward and overcome this difficulty.
Either retreat, go back in despair, or even spend the next year of service sadly.
It can be said that Duan Zimu's almost ruthless words gave Shen Qianqian a blow in the head and made her realize once again that this is not the company that provided countless options before, this is a one-way line that only moves backwards.
Shen Qianqian took a moment to calm herself down.
It's just a mental barrier, nothing can't be overcome...
Nor can she be trapped by such a simple problem...
A little while later, she picked up her 88 sniper and aimed at the first beer bottle with Wang Jie's head on it through the scope.
The cold breeze and the continuous drizzle deprived her of consciousness little by little.
Duan Zimu, who was on the side, and Mo Shangyun, who didn't know where to go, didn't make a sound, giving her enough time to think about whether to fire the shot.
"call out".
After an unknown time, Shen Qianqian pulled the trigger.
With a bang, the first beer bottle exploded in the air.
Without stopping, Shen Qianqian immediately aimed at the next target and pulled the trigger again.
Aim, shoot; aim, shoot; aim, shoot...
Repeating the action again and again, there are still errors in the previous shots, but the further back, the more accurate the shooting, almost no missed shots, every time you pull the trigger, you can hear the sound of the beer bottle exploding.
Finally, 20 glass bottles, all exploded within a minute.
In the field of vision, after there was no more target to shoot, Shen Qianqian took a breath and put down the 88 sniper.
She raised her head, looked at Duan Zimu, and raised her chin subconsciously.
at the same time-
"turn back."
Duan Zimu spoke at the right time.
Shen Qianqian paused.
and also
Staring at Duan Zimu suspiciously, Shen Qianqian turned around, then raised the 88 spy, and continued to observe the situation over there through the scope.
This time, she didn't find the beer bottle smoothly.
Holding back her curiosity, Shen Qianqian observed carefully, and finally found something strange beside a tree.
Mo Shangyun!
She was standing under a tree directly opposite, with her left hand in her trouser pocket, her right hand lifted up under her gaze, holding a rope in her hand, the rope was wrapped around her hand several times, and down it was hanging holding an empty beer bottle.
Mo Shangyun held the beer bottle parallel to his shoulders.
Then, stop.
At this time, Shen Qianqian clearly heard Duan Zimu's voice: "Shoot."
315. Are you crazy