Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit: 314. Overcome or get rid of it

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The first hit seemed to give Shen Qianqian a lot of confidence.

She used 12 bullets for the next nine bottles.

When the last bottle exploded in the air, Shen Qianqian exhaled deeply, and a long-lost joy and confidence spread in his heart.

Shooting is her bonus item. She can stand out among several places and come here, which has a lot to do with her shooting performance.

Because of the confidence that shooting gave her, she would have a kind of anxiety that she can't even imagine herself after one mistake. After repeated failures, she has retreated and dodged the shooting project. Psychology, which caused her torture every shot.

"Right."

Duan Zimu spoke out from the side.

Shen Qianqian was stunned when she heard Duan Zimu's voice suddenly, and then reacted, turned to the right, and then swept toward the tree over there through the scope.

Sure enough, I saw some more bottles.

Yes--

There are unexpected patterns on those beer bottles.

At first glance, Shen Qianqian felt a little unclear, so she stared at a beer bottle and found that her friend Wang Jie’s portrait was on the beer bottle.

I used the ID photo to enlarge it and then print it out.

The white paper is very conspicuous, while the ID photo is a bit dazzling.

Shen Qianqian probably counted them. This time the number of beer bottles has doubled. It is estimated that there are about twenty.

She moved her sight away from the scope and looked up at where Duan Zimu was standing.

"Instructor Duan, what does this mean?"

Frowning tightly, Shen Qianqian asked Duan Zimu with some dissatisfaction.

An empty bottle is an empty bottle. Why do you want to post a picture of Wang Jie?

Let her overcome psychological barriers?

Thinking about this, Shen Qianqian bit her lip.

She can be 100% sure now that Mo Shangyun and Duan Zimu know the source of her heart disease, but use this method to help her overcome...

She couldn't accept it for a while.

Point the gun at the head of a friend, how could she fire the gun?

Moreover, there are still about twenty empty bottles!

Shooting a friend so many times in a row? !

Shen Qianqian, who had just calmed down, was very anxious, with a flame being ignited, becoming more and more uneasy.

"Special training."

Duan Zimu still answered her concisely.

Shen Qianqian's movement to grab 88 sniper was slightly stiff.

Mo Shangyun's arrangement of such a shooting is indeed a special training...

Seeing her hesitation, Duan Zimu said very calmly, "You only have one chance. Either overcome or get rid of."

Without any emotional tone, Shen Qianqian hardly arranged a compromise retreat.

Either overcome or get rid of.

The strength of Shen Qianqian's biting lip increased, and the pain immediately spread.

Slight pain calmed Shen Qianqian.

This is different from the previous company—Shen Qianqian came across Mo Shangyun on the first day, and he clearly realized the difference.

When faced with a problem, no one did ideological work for her, and no one tried to solve the problem for her.

Training, training... Never-ending training.

In the beginning, Mo Shangyun's appearance made them very angry, but in the end, Mo Shangyun led them and tortured them, which could only be a spice in the boring training.

As a result, their feelings for Mo Shangyun gradually changed-they were no longer so angry and dependent, but were subdued by her strength, and later became dependent and expectant of her.

So, Mo Shangyun's occasional "care" was enough to make her flattered.

The "care" this time does not mean that Mo Shangyun will give her an environment where she can shrink back and reflect countless times.

That's it once.

Either go one step further and overcome this difficulty.

Either retreat, slip back, or even pass the next year of service.

It can be said that Duan Zi Muna's almost ruthless words gave Shen Qianqian a head, and once again made her deeply realize that this is not the company that provided countless options before, and this is a one-way line that only retreats in addition to forward.

Shen Qianqian took a moment to calm himself down.

It's just a psychological barrier, nothing can't be overcome...

She can't be trapped by such a simple problem...

A little bit of time passed, she picked up the 88 sniper, and aimed at the first beer bottle with Wang Jie's head attached through the scope.

The cold breeze and the continuous drizzle deprived her of her senses a little bit.

Duan Zimu on the side and Mo Shangyun, who did not know where to go, made no sound, giving her enough time to think about whether to shoot this shot.

"Shoo."

I don't know how long it took, Shen Qianqian pulled the trigger.

With a "bang", the first beer bottle exploded in the air.

Almost without stopping, Shen Qianqian immediately aimed at the next target and pulled the trigger again.

Aim, shoot; aim, shoot; aim, shoot...

Repeat the action again and again, the previous few shots still have errors, but the farther behind, the shooting becomes more accurate, almost without any false shots. Every time you pull the trigger, you can hear the beer bottle explode. sound.

Finally, all 20 glass bottles exploded in one minute.

In the field of vision, after no more shooting targets were found, Shen Qianqian took a breath and put 88 down.

She raised her head, looked at Duan Zimu, and lifted her chin subconsciously.

At the same time--

"Turn backward."

Jan Zimu speaks out in due course.

Shen Qianqian paused.

More?

Giving a suspicious look at Duan Zimu, Shen Qianqian turned around, then raised 88 sniper, and continued to observe the situation there through the scope.

This time, she did not find the beer bottle smoothly.

Resisting curiosity, Shen Qianqian observed carefully, and finally found something strange next to a tree.

Mo Shangyun!

She was standing under a tree directly opposite, putting her left hand in her trouser pocket, and raising her right hand under her gaze, carrying a rope in her hand, which was wrapped in her hand a few times, going down It is hanging an empty beer bottle.

Mo Shangyun raised the beer bottle parallel to his shoulders.

Then, stop.

At this time, Shen Qianqian clearly heard Duan Zimu's voice: "Shooting."