Chapter 592

In the smoke of gunpowder, Zhang Xiaoqiang put down his np22, rubbed his wrist, turned his head and looked at meow, who was squatting on one side and loaded the cartridge clip

"How's my technique? Ten rings in nine rings, is it a master? "

"Ka ········" Miaomiao loaded the bullet and ignored Zhang Xiaoqiang's boasting. Zhang Xiaoqiang was bored and said casually:

"I understand, I understand, to see people who are more powerful than themselves, the heart is always sour, it doesn't matter, you are still small, there are unlimited possibilities

Meow meow is still young, Zhang Xiaoqiang's words can't be understood at the first time. She has a bullet in her hand and thinks slowly in her heart. Suddenly, she understands what Zhang Xiaoqiang is talking about. What does Zhang Xiaoqiang mean? Is his stinky shooting better than her?

"Hum... Shameless

Miaomiao has been silent with Zhang Xiaoqiang for a long time. Today, she finally can't help saying three words. Her voice is tender and clear, like Nightingale singing in the evening. She speaks Mandarin, and her words are round and moist.

"Ha, your boy can talk at last. It's rare. Let's hear it, uncle?"

Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't think of anything else, but he was excited. Miaowao didn't speak to him more than tieshuhua.

Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow

"How old are you this year? I said, why haven't you changed your voice? If you can't change your voice, it's not a teenager. It's a child. It's such a big child

Meow meow heard that Zhang Xiaoqiang actually said that he was a child and glared at him. When Zhang Xiaoqiang saw that meow meow, like a little cat, was staring at him, he winked at her. Meow meow rolled a big white eye and ignored him. He grabbed an empty cartridge clip and loaded a bullet again.

"Silence is equal to acquiescence. I understand you. Seeing your uncle's good skills, you will feel inferior. In fact, it's unnecessary to learn to be ashamed and then

Miaomiao couldn't bear it. She stood up and pulled out her type 92 pistol. She aimed at the harrow 50 meters away and pulled the trigger continuously. It was full of a cartridge clip and 15 bullets, all at once.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was stunned. He stupidly looked at the wooden rake 50 meters away. There was a bullet hole in the middle of the red circle in the center of the wooden target. The bullet hole was the reference point of the concentric circle.

As long as there is a high-speed flying object, Zhang Xiaoqiang can enter the dynamic vision. In the dynamic vision, he clearly sees that the first particle is ejected in the middle, and the 14 bullets behind are trained into a line. They go through that bullet hole in turn, without farfetching. Every bullet goes through just to the right place, without sweeping the target around the bullet hole, and goes through empty.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha

Zhang Xiaoqiang grinned and said to the proud meow

"Yes, one bullet hit the target. Next time, keep working hard and try to hit the rest of the bullets on the target."

This time, meow looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang stupidly, Mouth slightly open, a trace of clear saliva down a long silk, meow meow is really stupid, their own achievements know, want to refute, but do not know how to say, after all, she only shot a hole in the target.

"Well... That's it. You go play. I'll shoot myself."

Zhang Xiaoqiang doesn't wait for meow to react. He rushes her to one side, grabs the bullet clip, goes to np22, aims at the rake and fires again. He looks serious.

"Hu ······" Zhang Xiaoqiang breathed out a long breath, put down his pistol, wiped the sweat off his face with his arm, leaned over the ammunition box beside him to pick up the bullets, and fumbled for a long time. Zhang Xiaoqiang only found five bullets. Looking at the thick shells beside the wheelchair, Zhang Xiaoqiang leaned on the back of his chair to rest. Unconsciously, he emptied one of the ammunition boxes.

The wooden rake in the distance has been changed three times. This is the fourth wooden rake. Originally, Zhang Xiaoqian Gao was a little slack, and he was a little half hearted in pistol training. After a while, he wanted to find something to do and tease meow. Later, meow got angry and 15 bullets passed through a point, which shocked Zhang Xiaoqiang, Meow meow left him far behind in the pistol.

It's not for meow to listen to him, but for himself. Because of Zhang Xiaoqiang's scoundrel, meow was angry, but he left him to play. Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't care any more. No matter how numb and sour his wrist was, he bit his teeth and practiced shooting meticulously. Countless times of dynamic vision made him feel dizzy, On the contrary, it is as normal as eating and drinking water.

Zhang Xiaoqiang silently stares at the target in the distance, silent and speechless. The target is clean, and he doesn't want to be the first. Even the wooden pole of the target has been punched with several holes. There is only one hole on it. In the center of the concentric circle, 500 bullets make him reach the level of meow.Zhang Xiaoqiang dismembered the np22 in his hand, carefully maintained all kinds of parts, and fired 500 rounds of bullets continuously, which had a great impact on the gun itself. The service life of the gun was seriously damaged. Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't care. The barrel life of 20000 rounds of bullets was not blown out, and it was better than the 92 pistol in how to wear.

The new bullet clip is stuck on the handle of the gun. Zhang Xiaoqiang is ready to shoot again. Do you think about it? Put down the pistol, he has even 30 shots, each bullet is empty, there is no need to practice.

After inserting the pistol back into his waist, Zhang Xiaoqiang is ready to call meow back and go shopping together. He looks around and doesn't see anyone, so he turns his wheelchair to walk outside the market.

Zhang Xiaoqiang strolled around the market, and after a few rounds, he was bored. Just as he wanted to go back, he saw a man in front of him carrying a satchel that looked familiar to him. It seemed to be the same style as his own. The old military satchel that was many years ago looked back at the back of the chair, and it was empty.

"By..."

Zhang Xiaoqiang scolded in his heart. Someone stole it on his head. Thinking of the genuine CD in his bag, Zhang Xiaoqiang turned his wheelchair and chased him forward.

The people in front walked very fast without looking too much. They wrapped their bags in their arms and buried themselves in walking. In a twinkling of an eye, they passed through the small market and went to the wall near the lake where they gathered. Zhang Xiaoqiang's arms were strong and his wheelchair was flying, tightly tied behind the man.

The two left the market one after the other. The two players who were watching in the market area just turned around and found that they had lost Zhang Xiaoqiang's trace. They didn't think much about it. They thought Zhang Xiaoqiang would return to the camp and turn around and walk to the camp.

Zhang Xiaoqiang stares at the man tightly. He hates him to the bone. If others don't steal it, he has to steal it on his head. If he doesn't see the bag, he really doesn't know that he has been robbed.

The man in front of him has been on his way, but he doesn't look behind him. Zhang Xiaoqiang always feels that something is wrong. He hasn't been stolen before, and he doesn't know what the real thief is like. He can only follow behind and is ready to shoot the man and get his bag back when he gets to no one's place