A War Between Spies

Yang Yi’s wrist is really painful.

Not only the pain but also the acid, not only the acid but also the hemp, not only the hemp is still rising.

In short, Yang Yi is hurting when he sees a pistol. Not only is it a pain, but even his head hurts.

Playing 50,000 rounds of bullets this month is really a shortcut to practicing the shooting method. However, this shortcut is not a shortcut to copying the road, but a shortcut for Yang Yi to take the day of the ten-day journey. The time is short. But this journey is not a little bit at all.

But the effect is still very obvious, although these Tian Yangyi only hit the fixed target, but after the 10,000 rounds of bullets, his shooting method is really good.

The sharpshooters were all fed by bullets. There is nothing wrong with this. Now Yang Yi’s fixed target from 10 meters to 30 meters is to raise the gun. The gun shot is absolutely ambiguous, and then Yang Yi is close. The goal at this point is that there will never be a situation where it is not hit.

But there is one thing. If you feed too much, you can’t stand it. This bullet is so much that you really want to vomit.

To put it bluntly, Yang Yi’s foundation is good. He has trained a good body in prison. Otherwise, it is hard to say whether he can lift his arm.

Xiao Yu smashed a tens of thousands of 9mm Parabellum bombs, so that Yang Yi had a good light and no hair left. The pistol bullets didn’t cost much, and the tens of thousands of hair at home had already belonged to a large number. But can't stand the fierceness of Yang Yi.

Putting down the pistol, Yang Yi took out the empty magazine and put the gun and magazine on the table. He took a breath and sighed: "It’s finally finished..."

Xiao Yu nodded and said: "Well, let you play 9mm first, because the 9mm caliber recoil is still a little bit, there are 10,000 rounds of 11.43mm bullets in my house, and you have finished playing."

Yang Yi almost didn't fall, and then he looked at Xiao Xiao and said: "What are you doing with so many bullets at home?"

"The bullets are less insecure. In fact, if I have saved the pistol, I will have more than 20,000 hairs. I still have more rifle bullets. You have to practice this pistol. Of course, the rifle has to be practiced, but we may leave soon. I think it is I can't finish it."

Xiao Yu sighed and then said with a regret: "I don't know if I can still come back, so I will shoot the bullets and go. When you light up my inventory, I can see that your shooting method can also be seen." ""

Yang Yi whispered: "Can't play, let's go find Zhang Yong, go to Las Vegas."

Xiao Yu was silent for a moment, then she said a little slyly: "So urgent."

It’s been a week since Yang Yi’s talk to Xiao Yu, and I’m going to find Zhang Yong for a week, but now that time is up, Xiao Yu doesn’t seem to want to leave.

Yang Yi is waiting to say, Xiao Yu shook his head, and then whispered: "Forget it, don't drag it, go in the morning and evening, then let's go."

Careful, Yang Yi whispered: "Are you a bit not wanting to go with me? If so, it doesn't matter, I can go by myself."

Xiao Xiao smiled, then she looked at Yang Yidao: "I don't want to leave, just some disappointment, now let's go back."

Yang Yi began to pack the guns they brought, packed everything, and put the things they brought back into the car with some trembling hands.

The place where Yang Yi practiced the gun was Xiao Yu. Xiao Yu had a piece of land and built a holiday wooden house. Behind the wooden house was a forest, and between the wooden house and the woods was a private shooting range.

Yes, Xiao Yu is a local tyrant.

Locked the door of the wooden house that had been living for a few days, and Xiao Yu relied on the wooden house for a long time before finally getting on the bus.

After sitting in the car, Xiao Yu finally said something awkward: "I have spent a lot of good times here. My foster mother is here to teach me to shoot. She will shoot with me every day. Now I have to go, I don't know. I can't come back and let me feel a little sad."

Yang Yi will not say that he will not let go of this, because he knows that Xiao Yu has no choice. Since the cleaner knows Xiao Yu, he has no plans to let Xiao Yu stay out of the way, even though Irvine has nothing. Say.

"Your adoptive mother must be a very great person?"

Xiao Yu nodded and said: "Yes, she is indeed a very amazing person."

Xiao Yu didn't want to talk too much about her foster mother. It has always been like this, so it was only Yang Yi's sentence. Xiao Yu took the accelerator out of the car.

Yang Yi discovered it in the past few days. Xiao Yu’s crash in front of him was of course deliberate, because Xiao Yu not only drove, but also opened it very well.

Xiao Yu’s mood was not high, so after returning to his home in the suburbs, Xiao Yu began to cook.

Xiao Yu likes to use cooking to calm her emotions. Yang Yi thinks that her habit is very good, especially good.

Yang Yi is wiping the gun. He needs to use several guns to shoot a large number of bullets every day. Because Yang Yi is familiar with all kinds of firearms, he has to wipe it after the gun is finished. Although some guns do not need to be rubbed with dozens of bullets, Xiao Yu’s habit is to wipe with a gun, so Yang Yi inherits this habit.

One cooks a gun, waits for Xiao Yu to make the meal, and Yang Yi also wipes the gun.

Today Xiao Xiao did a few dishes, but the two were very silent when they were eating.

After eating the meal~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Xiao Yu took Yang Yi’s pistol and put it in her gun room. Then she took out four pistols, one is M1911A1, one, Locke 21, a USP45, and a MK23.

Putting the four pistols on the table, Xiao Yu said faintly: "These four guns are all classics of the .45 caliber. It is also very common. After using these four guns to finish 10,000 bullets, you also I have mastered the shooting feeling of .45 caliber, this MK23 is my spare gun, lend it to you but not to use it."

"Thank you."

"you are welcome."

Xiao Yu returned to her gun room. After a while, she said: "Come and help me."

Xiao Yu held a rifle storage box in both hands, and there were four at her feet. Yang Yi’s strange saying: “All are brought?”

"All with it."

"Are you moving or doing this, have you brought so much? This is a rifle not a pistol."

Xiao Yu didn't bicker with Yang Yi this time. She looked at the storage box at her feet and whispered: "These guns are not the same, the range is different, and the use is different. Well, in fact, I am a bit reluctant... ..."

Yang Yi whispered: "I don't want to come back. Listen to me. I only take one hand. I only use the main gun. Don't forget to go from the United States to Europe. It's not good to go on this road. Isn’t it more painful to lose so many guns?”

Xiao Yu struggled for a while, and finally looked sad: "Well, only take the main gun."

Helping Xiao Yu put the gun back in place, Yang Yi said with a relaxed face: "I said that you don't have to be too upset. I want to come back later. It is better to put things at home. You are here." Ok, I can’t lose it.”

Xiao Yu’s words: "I don’t know why, there is always kind... I hope so."