"At that time, I will get rid of you without hesitation. ¤: Don't blame me for not reminding you at that time, I... hate it, crazy."

Qiao Feng's breathing was curbed.

He lowered his head and stared at the sharp blade on his chest.

His pupils were almost enlarged because he knew very well that the man in front of him was someone who would definitely insert a dagger into his chest here!

This stalemate continues.

Zhao Jiangyuan, the relaxed killer, looked at Qiao Feng, who was almost powerless and weak like a poor little girl, and couldn't help but laugh. Finally, he moved the potato chip bag that was pressed against Qiao Feng's chest. The Chihuahua in his mouth finally breathed a sigh of relief. After exhaustion, he seemed to be slumping on the ground.

Looking at Qiao Feng like this, Zhao Jiangyuan couldn't help laughing. He took out a piece of potato chips from his potato chip bag again and stuffed them directly into Qiao Feng's mouth, saying, "Don't let your enemies see you so cute. You are not joining the Liuying Club to be cute. Don't be a Chihuahua, try to become a real hell demon dog, Qiao Feng."

Qiao Feng covered his chest and didn't say anything. Zhao Jiangyuan shook his head and said, "Let's go. We should give you a place to relax."

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On the third underground floor of the mall is a shooting casino.

Although it is a casino, and the guns and ammunition used are also warheads for competitive sports, the atmosphere here is quite serious and there is no "entertainment" at all.

Zhao Jiangyuan took out two hundred-dollar notes from his arms and handed them to Qiao Feng. At the same time, he also took out an ID card with his avatar printed on it and handed it to the demon dog.

"Go and practice well. The guns here are well maintained by the boss. Practicing easter eggs with the Great Yellow Dragon will make your hands rust. You can play here for a day and I'll pick you up in the afternoon."

Qiao Feng took it and nodded silently.

The killer with a smile on his face hilariously, and then he seemed to no longer care about Qiao Feng, holding his bag of potato chips that he had filled with unknown things and swelled away. Qiao Feng was like an abandoned puppy, standing alone in the shooting training ground.

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He took a deep breath.

Put on your ear cups and slowly raise the gun in your hand.

The gun is not heavy.

Compared to the bulletless gun that Sun Long and Huang Xiaoyan asked him to play with, the small pistol in his hand seemed to be light without any weight.

……………… Perhaps, it’s really because this gun is too much like a toy than the previous guns. Somehow, Qiao Feng always feels that his mood is much easier than his "killing intention" training in the morning.

After pulling the trigger, he almost watched the slow bullet that was as slow as a countdown and broke out. Qiao Feng finally understood why Zhao Jiangyuan said that the current training would be a kind of relaxation.

Bang.

The bullet hit a humanoid target ten meters away.

This feeling is indeed much easier.

Qiao Feng breathed a sigh of relief again. He pressed the push rod and moved the humanoid target in the distance and checked.

Although the bullet landed on the target, it passed through the blank space above the shoulder of the humanoid target.

To be precise, if the target you are shooting is a real person, the bullet will pass through the other party's shoulder.

It's thrilling, but useless.

Qiao Feng twisted his neck and pressed his shoulders and shook them slightly.

He pressed the push rod button again to bring the humanoid target back to its original position.

Close your eyes, your hands holding the gun drooped, calmed down a little, and took a deep breath...

Suddenly! He quickly raised the gun in his hand and immediately pulled the trigger in less than one-third of the second aiming time! Then he watched the bullets at the muzzle come out again, slowly and leisurely flying towards the human-shaped target ten meters away.

…………………The speed of the bullet is very slow.

Compared to the speed when the God of Death shot and killed the poor little drug dealer leader, it is impossible to compare.

Qiao Feng even felt that he could catch it with such a slow speed with just reaching out his hand.

Bang!

This time, the slow bullet finally hit the humanoid target after a long space trip.

But this time, the bullet directly penetrated the center of the target, hit the heart of the target, and killed him with one shot.

Qiao Feng pulled into the target and looked at the hole in his heart.

He began to feel a little happy.

I began to feel that I was finally getting a little different from ordinary gangsters.

The training began to produce results. If he was given a gun...

…………………If you have a gun and then need to use him to aim at someone’s head…

He closed his eyes, and somehow, the face before Ye Jun died appeared before his sight again.

The next second, without pulling the trigger, a deep hole appeared on Ye Jun's forehead. Blood also splattered out of it...

The sounds around were noisy.

Qiao Feng shook his head and quickly brought his mind back to his senses from the illusion.

He adjusted the pistol in his hand and pushed the target away again. After that, he raised the gun in his hand again, calmed down and pulled the trigger.

Slap sex.

Three consecutive shots, but these three bullets were no longer as accurate as the second shot.

Qiao Feng looked at the three holes on the target and said to himself—

"When you are shot on the right shoulder blade, the bullet is less powerful and cannot crush the bones. However, it can make the target's right arm numb and cannot raise the gun. It can partially abolish the opponent's combat ability, but it cannot hinder his escape. If the opponent is a double-handed, the ability to limit it is not very limited."

"I was shot on the left chest cavity, but based on the height judgment, it should have hit the ribs. If the ribs are broken, the bullet may slide directly along the ribs, or enter the lung lobes. However, the degree of entry is not deep. It may cause stinging pain in the chest, wheezing, and poor breathing. The target's running ability is reduced and its movement ability is reduced. Depending on whether the bullet slides down or hits, the target can feel pain to varying degrees, and the target has a great limitation."
Chapter completed!