But this kid not only has his left hand as steady as his right hand, but he even feels that his left hand is stronger than his right hand, but he didn't realize he is left-handed?

What’s amazing is that when holding a double gun, even those old gunmen shoot alternately from left to right. Even if the gun feels good, there must be a time for induction calibration, right?

But as this kid was fighting, he actually fired a shooting frequency that was synchronized with left and right, and gradually developed to the left and right out of synchronization... The so-called left and right synchronization refers to the two guns aiming at the same target and firing at the same time, while the left and right out of synchronization refers to the two guns aiming at two different targets and firing at the same time.

Ivan suddenly became messy in the wind. How could your left and right eyeballs still turn in different directions like chameleons? How did this be done?

After playing with Eryi, who had enough pistols, put down two pistols that were so hot that they were hit.

I took up the assault rifle with great enthusiasm and magically found a little bit of the feeling of playing with chicken.

From single shots to continuous shots, he played the rhythm and didn't think about hit rate or something, and the range was getting farther and farther.

At the end of the fight, even Ivan didn't know what he was aiming at, and he thought he was shooting randomly, but the problem was that he looked serious and didn't seem to be pouring out ammunition randomly?

Fat Tiger and John next to him had already stopped and were frightened by Eryi's crazy shooting.

John subconsciously touched the fat tiger covering his wrist and said, "Tiger, are you sure that you are not from your Huangguo Special Forces?"

"He is having a good time eating chicken and can make professional e-sports players cry!"

What did you say about Fat Tiger? After holding it in for a long time, he said: "If it weren't for the purpose of participating in this salvage of the shipwreck, we originally planned to go to Shilla Guoshan to participate in the Yamei Region Chicken Eating Invitational Tournament!"

“…”

John was silent for a while and suddenly said, "Why don't you teach me what kind of chicken-eating game you can play after you go back?"

Fat Tiger was stunned and scratched her head and said, "I remember that on our computer, we installed a cracked version of the stand-alone chicken-eating game..."

When Eryi is not satisfied with shooting the fixed target and starts to try to shoot.

Ivan, John and Fat Tiger were already sitting next to the Jeep with a blank look on his face, mechanically helping him use a quick-mounting device to bounce the empty magazine.

After he had enough fun, everyone looked at the boxes of ammunition he brought and found that he had almost suffered the disaster. The trees in the direction of Eryi's shooting were all smashed by him, and he cleared his vision!

Does this kid have two perspective eyes?

Ivan twitched the corners of his mouth. Isn’t this too unscientific?

How did he ensure the maximum effective range and maintain the highest hit rate in such a dim light environment in Axintuzhi Island?

You know, judging from the distances of the targets he aimed at, it has far exceeded the effective range of the assault rifle... The problem is that there are no scopes installed on these guns!

After a happy second, when he returned to the jeep with a smell of gunpowder, John couldn't help asking, "How did you do it?"

"Hmm? Are you talking about hit rate?"

"It's very simple! Based on some simple formulas in ballistics, then refer to factors such as firearm parameters, bullet velocity and wind speed."

Eryi was stunned for a moment, reacted and smiled, "In fact, you don't need to aim too carefully. You can calculate the bullet drop point based on the estimate..."

Not to mention Fat Tiger, even the two veterans, Ivan and John, were confused. Why do I seem to have heard what he said there, but I can't understand it?

Nonsense! Of course you have to not understand! It will be troublesome if you understand!

Could it be that we have to explain to them the principle of,,,,,...?

Of course, what Eryi said casually was not just nonsense.

It just does not apply to gun users, but stays at the theoretical level of gun designers.

If he can understand and master it, it is not impossible to achieve the effect he said, but it is definitely not comparable to him who has turned on the "superpower hang".

This rampant incident has made no achievements.

At least he found that the "superpower hangs" he mastered were more effective than using them when playing with chicken!

After all, no matter what you think, these spells were not developed by the magician to play the game, right?

As he was talking, Eryi suddenly felt a chill coming from behind.

Subconsciously, he squatted and hid behind the front of the Jeep's car, turned around and looked towards the abandoned barracks of Fusang with a gun.

After seeing Eryi's movement, Ivan and John shrank their bodies almost conditioned reflex and hid behind the Jeep. Only Fat Tiger didn't know what was going on. They stood there blankly. John, who was reacting, kicked it in the bend of his legs, pulled his ankle and dragged it behind the tire!

“…”

There was silence everywhere, and only the crows were heard coming from there, rattleingly.

"What's going on?"

Ivan and John asked in unison.

Their movement just now was actually stimulated by the standard tactical movement of Eryi to the instinct of being a soldier and the reaction made under conditioned reflex.

In fact, they didn't feel anything unusual, so after being startled, they couldn't help but ask 21 behind the front of the car in surprise.

"Uh... I just felt like someone was looking at me from behind?"

Eryi didn't know how to explain it, frowned and wondered: "A very bad dangerous feeling, like someone stabbed me with a needle?"

Ivan and John looked at each other. What is this? Dangerous prediction?

But their qualities as security have made them alert. They would rather believe that some of them have also taken out their respective weapons and observed them.

But except for a group of crows hovering in the air, there was nothing unusual in the gloomy and broken Fusang barracks, as quiet as a tomb.

Neurological allergy?

Ivan and John looked at each other and smelled something wrong. There was someone in the barracks!

"John, contact the base camp!"

Ivan decisively ordered: "Please protect me! I'll go over and take a look!"

As he spoke, his sturdy body as a bear, like a large raccoon cat, rolled out skillfully from behind the jeep, bowed his waist against the ground and rushed towards the ruins of the Fusang barracks.
Chapter completed!