Chapter 582: Get used to being abused by her

Chapter 582 I am used to being abused by her

As the flying saucer took off, Wei Lang immediately raised his hand and shot.

But Li Qiao was faster than him, and after a few shots, everything was calm.

Wei Lang also shot, but he only hit the debris of the flying saucer.

At the scene, apart from the sound of the wind, no other movement was heard.

This kind of competition is rare.

Miss Li alone, in the least amount of time, eliminated the nine most powerful

shooters in the second hall.

In fact, after the second game, the result is already obvious.

No matter the number of flying saucers hit or the speed, no one can leave Li

Qiao.

In the final result, there were twenty-three flying saucers, and Li Qiao hit

twelve.

More than half of the ratio, the winner without suspense.

As the hall master of the second hall, Wei Lang failed, but he did not see any

decadent look on his face.

He was even very excited, and he wanted to compete with Li Qiao.

At this moment, Li Qiao put the gun on the table, rubbed his wrists, and

looked at Wei Lang who was excited, "Palace Master Wei, let me go."

"Don't dare, I'm willing to go down." Wei Lang said as he asked people to

replace the Beretta 92F on the table, catching Li Qiao's movement of rubbing

her wrist, he tentatively said: "Miss Li, do you want to rest?"

Li Qiao glanced at Shang Yu, who was not far away. The man in the sun had a

gentle look, standing still, she had no time to say, the man had driven his

long legs to walk slowly.

He came to Li Qiao's, pulled her wrist and gently kneaded it in his palm, and

then helped her massage the position of the tiger's mouth, "Tired?"

Li Qiao stretched his fingers and smiled, "It's okay."

She hasn't played shooting in a long time. Although her technique has not

regressed, Beretta's recoil still numbs her hands.

Li Qiao looked at Shang Yu's movements with low eyes, and felt that she had

become squeamish.

When she joined the battle with a submachine gun before, blood was worn out on

her shoulders and she didn't feel anything.

In front of him, he was content with such care.

The members who watched the battle were alive and forcefully stuffed with dog

food.

At this time, Zhuifeng leaned against Mochizuki's shoulder, his legs trembled

like a stroke, and he was a little unstable.

He thought that he hadn't been afraid of going to Li Qiao's side at first, but

fortunately she didn't have a gun at that time, otherwise his current grave

grass would bloom? !

...

Five minutes later, the fixed-point target assessment began.

This level is much simpler, only once, ten people stand in the shooting

position, aim at the target, and finally the one with the highest score wins.

The name of Wei Lang's ten guns and hundred rings also came from this.

Because he basically can hit the heart with a gun.

The Beretta 92F on the table has been replaced by an improved Desert Eagle,

with a magazine capacity of ten rounds.

Li Qiao returned to the shooting range unhurriedly, Wei Lang was still in the

position next to her, and the other eight members had changed to another batch

of fixed-point shooting masters.

Wei Lang checked the magazine, and then watched Li Qiao's movement with one

hand holding the gun down to her side.

There was light in his eyes, "Miss Li, shall we start?"

Li Qiao adjusted her stance and nodded in response, "Well, let's start."

Following Wei Lang's order, there was a deafening gunshot in the valley.

Except for Li Qiao, the other nine people all aimed at the gun target ahead

and continued to shoot uninterruptedly.

Indeed, Wei Lang has ten shots and one hundred rings.

On the gun target 20 meters away, Wei Lang hit all ten rings.

Everyone finished ten bullets, and Li Qiao hadn't started yet.

After the gunshots, everyone's eyes were concentrated on her.

Under the gentle breeze, Li Qiao looked at the bullseye in front of her

calmly. No one knew what she was looking at or what she was waiting for.

Wei Lang Baihuan's results have come out.

This round may fulfill what he just said, as long as Li Qiao can also play a

hundred rings, then even if she wins.

The result seems to be no more suspense.

But Li Qiao's refusal to shoot, inevitably makes people suspicious. Is she

losing confidence?

One minute passed, and the waiting time was extremely long.

Wei Lang was very puzzled, the corners of his mouth squirmed, and he tried to

ask: "Miss Li..."

Before the words fell, gunshots started.

Li Qiao turned sideways, raised the gun with one hand, and pulled the trigger

with her index finger quickly and accurately.

Ten bullets were shot by her in less than ten seconds.

From start to finish, she didn't even blink her eyes.

Not long after, the target was taken back.

Weilang Baihuan, and three other members are also Baihuan's grades, and the

others are not bad, with an average of more than 95 rings.

Immediately, everyone's eyes fixed on Li Qiao's target.

The best result is nothing more than Baihuan.

Then, someone sent out a soul torture, "I obviously saw Miss Li fired ten

shots, why the bullseye only has one bullet hole?"

"What do you mean? The other nine shots missed?"

"I shouldn't. Look carefully, there is really only one, and...Bigger than Hall

Master Wei's bullet holes."

More and more people approached Li Qiao's target to observe carefully.

Wei Lang pulled away the members around him in disbelief. After three seconds

of concentration, the expression on his face was uncomfortable.

"Li, Miss Li, your ten shots... have all passed through the same bullet hole?"

At this moment, Li Qiao frowned and threw the improved version of the Desert

Eagle on the table with disgust. The broken gun was not easy to use at all.

When she heard Wei Lang's words, she replied casually: "It doesn't count, it

just keeps shooting around a central point."

The bullet hole in the middle was enlarged after five shots, and she only

needed to aim for the next few shots.

Wei Lang touched the bullet hole pierced by the bullet, looked back at Li

Qiao, and silently gave a thumbs up.

Shooting is different from other projects, a slight external fluctuation may

affect the shooting results.

For example, light, such as the sound of wind, even a small moth, may make the

bullet's trajectory deviate.

But Li Qiao was able to ignore the influence of all external factors and made

ten bullets pass through similar trajectories with super fast combos.

Even Wei Lang can't guarantee that he can be so accurate outdoors, he seems to

have only two or three shots into the same trajectory.

He looked at the gun target, swallowed his throat, turned to Shang Yu, nodded

and reported, "Hall Master, Miss Li, passed the first test."

And yes, there is no suspense.

Shang Yu curled his thin lips without changing his face, and walked past Wei

Lang, speaking indifferently, "The people in the second hall, it's time to

exercise."

Wei Lang: "..."

Hall Master, don’t you feel bad when you say this?

Those who participated in the assessment were all top shooters in the second

class.

Why don't you see how abnormal Miss Li's ability is?

How old is she, young, with such a good technique, she didn't know that she

was trained in the wolf den?

Wei Lang stood there and began to think about life. He suddenly sank his

shoulders and saw He Chen sideways. He quickly called out, "Brother Chen."

He Chen patted him on the shoulder and snarled in Li Qiao's direction, "It's

okay, don't be discouraged, you will get used to being abused by her."

Wei Lang: "???"

Thank you for being stimulated.

(End of this chapter)