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    "Papapa" Amidst the gunpowder smoke, Zhang Xiaoqiang put down the np22 in his hand, rubbed his wrist, turned his head to look at Miaomiao, who was squatting on the side and loading bullets into the magazine, and said:

    "How is my technique? If I hit the ninth ring in the tenth ring, can I be considered a master?"

    "KaKaKa" Miaomiao loaded the bullet, and ignored Zhang Xiaoqiang's boasting, Zhang Xiaoqiang was bored, and said casually:

    "I understand, I understand, my heart is always sore when I see people who are better than me, it doesn't matter, you are still young, and there are infinite possibilities"

    Miaomiao was still young, so she couldn't understand Zhang Xiaoqiang's words immediately. With the bullet in her hand, she thought slowly in her heart. Suddenly, she understood what Zhang Xiaoqiang was talking about. Zhang Xiaoqiang meant that his stinky marksmanship was better than hers?

    "Hmph Shameless"

    Miaomiao has been silent beside Zhang Xiaoqiang for too long, and finally couldn't help but say three words today. Her voice is tender and clear, like a nightingale singing at night, and she speaks Mandarin, with round and round sounds.

    "Ha, your kid can finally talk, it's so rare, hurry up and call uncle to listen?"

    Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't think of anything else, but he became excited. Miaomiao's words were no more important to him than iron tree blossoms.

    Miaomiao let Zhang Xiaoqiang shout his throat and didn't say a word, Zhang Xiaoqiang was not annoyed, and teased Miaomiao:

    "How old are you this year? I said, why haven't you changed your voice? If you can't change your voice, you are not a teenager, but a child. A child of this age, Zizz"

    Miao Miao heard Zhang Xiaoqiang actually say that she is a child, and glared at him. Zhang Xiaoqiang saw Miao Miao staring at him like a little cat, and winked at her. Miao Miao rolled her eyes, ignored him, and grabbed a blank bullet  Clamp, reload the bullet.

    "Silence equals acquiescence. I understand you. You will feel inferior when you see such a good skill of your uncle. In fact, there is no need. You have to learn to be ashamed"

    Miaomiao couldn't bear it anymore, she stood up and pulled out her Type 92 pistol, aiming at the wooden rake 50 meters away and pulling the trigger continuously, a magazine full of fifteen rounds was fired in one go.

    Zhang Xiaoqiang was stunned. He stared blankly at the wooden rake fifty meters away. There was a bullet hole in the middle of the red circle in the center of the wooden target. The bullet hole was the reference point of the concentric circle.

    As long as there is an object flying at high speed, Zhang Xiaoqiang can enter the dynamic vision. In the dynamic vision, he can clearly see that the first bullet is ejected in the middle, and the next fourteen bullets form a line, piercing through the bullet holes one by one.  It is not far-fetched, every bullet passes through just right, without sweeping to the target body around the bullet hole, passing through empty.

    "Hahahahahaha"

    Zhang Xiaoqiang smiled dryly, laughed a few times, and said to Meow Meow with a proud face:

    "Yes, one bullet hit the target. Next time, we will continue to work hard and try to hit the remaining bullets on the target"

    This time it was Miaomiao who stared at Zhang Xiaoqiang in a daze, the corners of his mouth slightly opened, and a trace of clear saliva flowed down a long strand.  How to start, after all, she only hit a single bullet hole in the target.

    "Well that's it, you go and play, I can shoot the target myself"

    Without waiting for Miaomiao to react, Zhang Xiaoqiang drove her aside, grabbed the magazine and loaded it to np22, aimed at the rake and fired again, looking serious.

    "Huh" Zhang Xiaoqiang let out a long breath, put down the pistol, wiped the sweat off his face with his arm, leaned over the ammunition box beside him to fish for bullets, and after searching for a long time, Zhang Xiaoqiang only found five bullets.  Looking at the thick shell casings on the side of the wheelchair, Zhang Xiaoqiang rested on the back of the chair. Before he knew it, he emptied the bullets in an ammunition box.

    The wooden rake in the distance has been changed three times. This is the fourth wooden rake. Originally Zhang Xiaofeng Gao was a little slack, and he was a little half-hearted in practicing pistols.  , Later, when Miaomiao showed his power, fifteen bullets passed through a point, which shocked Zhang Xiaoqiang a lot. Before he knew it, Miaomiao threw him far away from the pistol.

    Knowing shame and then being brave is not what he said to Miaomiao, but to himself. Miaomiao was angry because of Zhang Xiaoqiang's scoundrel, but he left him to play, and Zhang Xiaoqiang never got distracted, no matter how much his wrist was.  Numbness, gritted teeth, meticulous shooting practice, and countless dynamic visions made him not slightly dizzy after the end, but it was as normal as eating and drinking.

    Zhang Xiaoqiang silently stared at the target in the distance, silent, the target was clean, he didn't want to be the first one, even the wooden pole of the vertical target was punched out a few holes, there was only one hole in the center of the concentric circle, five hundred  Shooting bullets brought him up to Mew Mew level.Zhang Xiaoqiang dismembered the np22 in his hand and carefully maintained the various parts. Continuous shooting of 500 rounds of bullets has a great impact on the gun itself, and the service life of the gun is seriously damaged. Zhang Xiaoqiang doesn't care. The barrel life of 20,000 rounds of bullets is not blown out  No matter how worn it is, it is stronger than the Type 92 pistol.

    "Crack" The new magazine was stuck on the handle of the gun, Zhang Xiaoqiang was about to shoot again, thought about it?  Putting down the pistol, he had already hit thirty rounds in a row, and each bullet was empty, so there was no need to continue practicing.

    Putting the pistol back into his waist, Zhang Xiaoqiang was going to call Miaomiao back and go shopping together in the market. After looking around and seeing no one, he turned the wheelchair and walked out of the market.

    Zhang Xiaoqiang was wandering around the market, and after a few laps, it was boring. He felt bored, and was about to go back, but saw a satchel in the hand of a person in front of him, which looked familiar. It seemed to be of the same style as his own, the old-fashioned military bag from many years ago.  The satchel, looking back at the back of the chair beside him, it was empty.

    "Depend on¡¤¡¤¡¤¡¤¡¤¡¤"

    Zhang Xiaoqiang cursed in his heart, someone had stolen it from him, thinking of the genuine CD in his satchel, Zhang Xiaoqiang turned his wheelchair and chased after him.

    The person in front walked quickly, without looking around too much, holding his satchel in his arms and walking with his head buried. In a blink of an eye, he passed through the small market and walked towards the wall of the gathering place by the lake. Zhang Xiaoqiang's arms were strong, and he turned the wheelchair like flying  , tightly attached behind the man.

    The two left the market one after the other, and the two team members who were watching in the market area just turned around and found that Zhang Xiaoqiang had disappeared, so they didn't think much about it, thinking that Zhang Xiaoqiang had returned to the camp, turned around and walked towards the camp.

    Zhang Xiaoqiang stared at the man closely, hating that man to the bone in his heart, if others don't steal it, they have to steal it from himself, if he didn't happen to see that bag, he really didn't know that he was robbed.

    The man in front kept his head on his way and didn't even look behind him. Zhang Xiaoqiang always felt that something was wrong. He had never been stolen before, so he didn't know what a real thief was like, so he could only follow behind and prepare to go to a place where there was no one.  Shoot the man and get back his bag.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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