Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

When Shen Qianqin made a whisper, Duan Zimu had already approached.

He stood still, put the sniper rifle on his shoulder, and then looked at Mo Shangjun and Shen Qianqin.

"So late?" Duan Zimu raised an eyebrow.

"Some way around." Mo Shangjun shrugged.

Anyway, it is to help Shen Qianqian overcome the shooting psychological obstacles. By the way, test Shen Qianqian's physical strength.

Duan Zimu did not ask Mo Shangjun the reason for the "detour", he directly said: "Go ahead."

After talking, Duan Zimu turned around and walked into the darkness again.

Mo Shangyun shook the flashlight, and then turned sideways to look at Shen Qianqian, who was standing behind him with a face full of emotion.

The light from the flashlight did not shine on Shen Qianqian, and Mo Shangyun didn't notice Shen Qianqian's strangeness.

"Follow him."

Mo Shangyun raised his hand, and the light swept towards Duan Zimu's back.

"What to do?" Shen Qianqin was shocked.

Mo Shangyun shrugged, "Learn to shoot."

"……Oh."

Shen Qianqian responded hesitantly.

Learn to shoot?

She usually shoots training, isn't she learning shooting?

What's special this time?

I became more and more puzzled in my heart, but watching Mo Shangjun didn't explain it to her in detail, Shen Qianqian also knew Mo Shangyun's character. No matter what he likes, he likes to use actual actions instead of detailed explanations.

After thinking about it, Shen Qianqian kept up with Duan Zimu's pace.

It is still raining in the sky, but it is much smaller than the daytime, sparse and drizzle.

Shen Qianqian walked out of the distance of the flashlight beam, and her vision immediately fell into the darkness, with cold drizzle coming from all directions in the west, Shen Qianqian bit her lip, and the speed of her journey slowed down a little.

She walked away from Duan Zimu.

After an estimated distance of twenty meters, Duan Zimu stopped.

Shen Qianqian then stopped.

When stopped, Shen Qianqian turned around and glanced back.

The light from the flashlight before, I don’t know when it was gone. The rain fell on the raincoat, disturbing the hearing, making Shen Qianqian unaware of Mo Shangyun’s whereabouts.

Where did it go?

Are you still there?

Shen Qianqin raised some doubts.

The only thing that catches your eyes is darkness, and you can't see any darkness of light.

"Well."

The sound coming from the side, attracted Shen Qianqin's attention.

Shen Qianqian returned to his mind, and by adapting to the light of the darkness gradually, he saw the 88 hand that came to him.

"Oh."

Shen Qianqian responded, and then took the 88 carefully.

As soon as he took it, Shen Qianqian heard Duan Zimu continue: "Opposite, 50 meters, ten empty bottles."

Shen Qianqian understood, picked up the sniper rifle in his hand, and looked across the night sight.

There are probably two trees with ten empty bottles hung on the ropes. Their horizontal orientations are inconsistent, and they should be hung casually.

88 sniping, effective range of 800 meters, this distance of 50 meters, can be said to be extremely low difficulty.

Through a night sight, I swept through a circle to determine the location of the empty bottle. Shen Qianqin specifically found a circle of Mo Shangyun, but I didn't see the figure of Mo Shangyun.

After a moment, Shen Qianqian's eyes moved away from the sight, and then he turned his head to Duan Zimu and asked curiously, "Just practice like this?"

Duan Zimu looked forward and lightly emphasized: "Practice like this first."

A word of "first" has just denied Shen Qianqian's original idea.

In other words, there are other training methods.

Shen Qianqin frowned slightly, restraining the uncontrollably trembling fingers while holding the gun, and continued to ask: "Is there any requirement?"

"No, shoot directly." Duan Zimu said lightly.

Shen Qianqian hesitated for a moment, and finally "Oh" sounded, honestly fired his gun and aimed at an empty bottle opposite.

Surprisingly, in such a night-no one can see who, there is only the sound of rain around, and even in the environment of not being aware of the existence of others, Shen Qianqian only feels not panicking when he used to shoot the gun.

Although still a little nervous, the finger holding the trigger trembles slightly, and even subconsciously produces resistance, but the stability given to her by the external environment gives her a great sense of security.

No one recorded her shooting results, and there was no need to worry about accidental injuries. In such a dark environment, neither Mo Shangyun nor Duan Zimu could see her performance.

All her concerns were swept away.

The sight aimed at the first beer bottle hanging in the air.

Shen Qianqin took a deep breath, and then spit out slowly again, his heart was suppressed in a little panic.

Somehow, she pulled the trigger.

The bullet of the sniper rifle flew out, with a slight sound, almost at the same time, heard a "bang" sound, the beer bottle exploded in the air, broken into flowers.

At a distance of 50 meters, Shen Qianqian heard the sound of the falling rain, mixed with the sound of messy debris falling.

The tense mood at the moment of shooting, in such a sound, gradually calmed down.

Shen Qianqin's eyes flickered slightly, and the corners of his mouth rose up unconsciously, with confidence that he had not seen for a long time.

On one side, Duan Zimu, who heard the sound of broken glass, glanced at Shen Qianqian in the dark.

It is undeniable that the special measures taken by Mo Shangjun are indeed useful.

Through observation, it was determined that Shen Qianqian would be more confident to shoot in a relatively safe environment-after three rounds of testing, it was concluded that the third time with the team of acquaintances was relatively better. Then, created such an environment that only belonged to Shen Qianqian, so that Shen Qianqian could calmly shoot after being completely relieved.

Darkness, nobody's trail, sniper rifle...

All are factors determined by Mo Shangyun after consideration.

The result is obvious.

Duan Zimu slowly took his eyes away.

It is a blessing for this female soldier to be able to meet an instructor like Mo Shangjun.

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It is estimated that there will be less update tomorrow, because the bottle has to think about life, so I will ask for tomorrow’s ticket.

(⊙o⊙) Ah! Suddenly turned into a dog.

(⊙o⊙) Ah! Need positive energy.

(⊙o⊙) Ah! Need to hug.

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