Outright Favoritism Chapter 199: : Enter the laboratory, and still have time to play shooting?

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Li Qiao walked past leisurely, standing in front of a row of hand boxes, her eyes full of bright stars.

Brazil PT, French Mle, Colt, Beretta, Desert Eagle... etc.

Every gun in the hand box is a well-known gun that has long been discontinued.

Even at auctions, they are hard to find.

But Shang Yu took out eight of them at once, and placed them in the shooting gallery grandiosely.

Li Qiao raised her eyebrows and glanced at Shang Yu, and then took out the normal version of the Desert Eagle from her hand box.

Although it is also 0.375 caliber, it is incomparable with the Golden Desert Eagle.

At this time, Shang Yu watched Li Qiao's movement of holding the gun and pulling the clip, with a smile in his eyes.

Sure enough, his girl is an old hand with a gun.

In the Nanyang Valley that night, although the heavy rain was intensive, he was full of anger, but he also noticed Li Qiao's skillful gesture of holding a gun.

"Yan Ye, why do you bring so many guns?"

Li Qiao held the Desert Eagle and raised her eyebrows in confusion.

The shooting gallery has safe civilian guns. Such real guns cannot be used casually.

The only possibility is that he brings it to others.

At this moment, the man took a breath of cigarette without rush, picked up Colt casually, looked down and smiled: "I will enter the laboratory next week, and I still have time to play shooting?"

Li Qiao was startled and stopped talking.

Don't talk about shooting, maybe even the time to eat and sleep is squeezed out.

Doing research is not a trifle.

Shang Yu saw that she touched the gun body with a sad face, dropped Colt, patted her on the shoulder, and raised her head in the direction of the shooting target, "Go, there are bullets in the bottom of the box. How many fights."

Such an indulgent tone made Li Qiao curl up with her fingertips, and her heart was filled with indescribable taste.

Probably only her boyfriend will bring a rare real gun, let her play casually in the shooting gallery.

It is true that Li Qiao hasn't used a real gun for a long time.

After all, stroking tentacles and firing arms are different.

But no matter how long, such cold and deadly weapons are still her preference.

Li Qiao took the normal version of the desert eagle and turned it over twice, and then faintly raised her eyes to look at Shang Yu. After a while, she couldn't help but walked up to him and pecked on his side face on her tiptoe. "Thank you Yan Ye."

The man's eyes darkened, looking at Li Qiao's figure walking towards the shooting platform, with thin lips slightly to the side, leaning on the long table, watching her slowly raise her hand and fired three shots at the target.

The blasting power of a real gun is very different from that of a safety gun.

Including recoil and blasting sound, all have a shocking effect.

But Li Qiao didn't wear goggles or earplugs. After opening her mouth, she smelled the faint smell of gunpowder in the air, and the corners of her eyebrows and eyes jumped frivolously and flamboyantly.

For an instant, it seemed to be back a few years ago.

The barren virgin forest, the rioting border tribe, the wild grass mixed with blood and smell.

The aggressive border seven, driving a car and holding a gun, competed with the group of mercenaries trying to break through the border.

It was a **** day, but it was also Li Qiao's most unforgettable comfort.

The picture skipped frame by frame. I don't know what she thought of, Li Qiao opened her eyes and her breathing became confused.

She trembles with the gun in her hand, her eyes are gradually filled with blood, her eyes revealing forbearance.

Suddenly, a warm body came over from his side.

The warm palm covered her gun hand, instantly dispelling the trembling of the fingertips.

In my ears, there is a deep magnetic voice: "Do you dare to distract when you shoot?"