Chapter 2267

Today's live firing practice gives McGonagall a deeper understanding of this heavy sniper.

First of all, in terms of lethality, this heavy sniper is within a range of 10 kilometers, hitting the lethal position, which is enough to kill the level 10 dragon.

Of course, most of the top ten have keen vigilance. After the gas engine is locked, most of them feel it, and are not so easy to be killed.

The effective killing distance above level 7 is 30km. After 30km, the power decreases obviously.

Secondly, the sight with a strong sense of science and technology will automatically measure and calculate the environment, replacing the work of observers, making individual combat more simple and efficient.

However, your target is a living creature, and most of it is a strong one, so an excellent sniper also needs to learn how to make a prediction, so that your bullet can accurately explode the target's head after crossing dozens of kilometers.

With strong mental strength and combat experience, McGonagall's ability to predict is better than most people's.

But it needs high-intensity practice and accumulated experience, which can't be made up in one day or two. He needs more practice.

For MEG, a semi aborigine, the most profound feeling that this gun brings to him is that the times have changed.

This is a heavy sniper that can kill the level 10 strong. An ordinary human can find a suitable sniper position by relying on the bracket, find the target by relying on the sight, and then press the trigger to finish the kill.

And using eyes to find the target, without the help of air lock, it is impossible to prevent.

Thirty kilometers. It's beyond the cordon of the lodu palace.

"Underground city, it's really something to look forward to..." McGonagall landed on the balcony, staring at the ground.

I don't know what the world under the ground is like.

Cyberpunk? Or Utopia?

Although Xi looks like a robot without feelings, her obsession with braised pork exposes some human nature. The possibility of being serious should be relatively high.

Moreover, she seems to have no visible mechanical prosthesis, and does not show obvious extreme thoughts. On the whole, she can communicate normally.

Apart from this gun, what's the world like in the dungeon? It made MEG more curious.

MEG took a bath. Instead of rushing back to his room to rest, he went to his study and wrote a manuscript.

He was an amateur food critic in his previous life, and his level of self-esteem is above that of most so-called gourmets who only use words.

But now think of those words before, still can not help but want to go back to the impulse to kill themselves.

All the words that forced Lai Lai back then have now become his own retribution

Instead of giving up the field of poisonous comments, McGonagall is now a gourmet tutor.

How to make the expression of words vivid, interesting and easy to understand, so that readers will want to have a try in person when they look at the words. It's much simpler than simple diss to buy food materials, cook and make a meal in person.

After writing the manuscript, McGonagall read it through several times, corrected several details and typos, and then copied it by hand, which was considered to be finished.

Putting down his pen, McGonagall looked out of the window. The sky was white and the sun was red.

It's another day.

This is a special column for ten magazines two days ago. This time, he plans to teach you how to cook braised pork.

Fish flavored eggplant is a vegetarian dish. Braised meat is a big meat dish. A meat dish is a vegetarian dish. Even a meal for one person is suitable.

Of course, it would be perfect with another soup.

It's too grandiose for people to do it by themselves.

So many high-end ingredients, stew at home, if a mistake, can not be distressed to death.

It's tomato and egg soup. It's simple and easy to learn.

With that in mind, MEG would like to have tomato and egg soup himself.

After taking a cold shower, I was immediately refreshed.

Put on the chef's clothes, MEG went downstairs and began to prepare breakfast.

McGonagall didn't get the recipe of tomato and egg soup from the system, but he felt that he could make such a simple dish even without the system.

In the tomato and egg soup, there has been a dispute about frying eggs first or frying tomatoes first and then pouring egg liquid into the soup.

In fact, McGonagall has tried both of the two methods, not to mention who is more high-end. The quality depends on personal taste.

After the eggs are fried with pig oil, they are used to make soup. The taste of the soup will be more prominent and delicious, and the soup will be thicker.

Before turning off the heat, pour the egg liquid into the boiling soup, and let the egg liquid disperse into egg flower. Then you can harvest a bowl of smooth and tender egg flower soup, which tastes excellent, sweet and sour.

Children just make a choice, McGonagall will be two ways of tomato egg soup each made a share.

At the breakfast table, people were a little confused when they looked at the two bowls of egg soup in the middle of the table.

"Father, is this a new dish?" Amy asked, looking at MEG.

Others also looked at MEG.

"Yes, the idea that came out of the blue this morning was tried for the first time in two different ways. Let's have a try." MEG nodded.

The birth of every new dish requires warriors as tasters to put forward their valuable suggestions.

"It looks beautiful. It should be delicious. I want the one that looks like a flower." Amy pointed to the egg soup and said.

"OK, I'll give you a bowl." MEG scoops Amy a bowl of egg soup. The egg soup is evenly dotted with a little egg. It looks more beautiful than the fried egg soup.

"I think this bowl is more fragrant. I'll try it." Mia picked up the spoon and served herself a bowl of tomato and egg soup.

People have made a choice, two bowls of soup will soon be divided.

"Huhu..."

Amy blows the spoon and feeds the soup to her mouth.

Sweet and sour taste immediately spread in her mouth, let her eyes slightly bright, smooth and tender egg flower in the mouth played a turn, then slipped into the throat, leaving only a faint fragrance.

"Have a good drink." Amy said, and got up to the bowl and drank with spoons one after another. It made people feel more appetite.

Mia took the bowl, blew it gently, and took a sip from the edge.

The strong egg flavor rippled in the mouth, the meat flavor of lard and fried eggs complement each other, with sweet and sour tomatoes, so that the taste buds of a silent night were instantly awakened.

It's a delicious food that people can't refuse!

The salt taste is just right, even in the morning.

"The soup of fried eggs is also good. I didn't expect that it could be done like this." Mia drank half a bowl before she put it down and exclaimed.

Felice looked at McGonagall with admiration. A small egg in McGonagall's hand can always turn decay into magic and become an amazing food.