The three walls of the warehouse were covered with all kinds of guns.

"No wonder it's so rigorous. These are good guys."

Straight to the left wall, Lin Fan took down a handful of desert eagles: "the latest version of the desert eagle, tut tut."

After touching it, he released the desert eagle and took an AK from the next door.

It went straight into the gun and pulled the trigger.

Dada.

Bursts of clear empty gunfire ring, listen to the Lin Fan comfortable closed his eyes.

I can't help but imagine that when I was a killer, I took a piece of blood every time I pulled the trigger.

For 15 minutes, Lin Fan touched every gun in the warehouse once.

Gongxingchang, who was watching the scene, was proud to watch it.

He had to be proud to let Shura show such contentment.

"Consultant, do you feel OK?"

Seeing Lin Fan reluctantly put down his gun, he blinked his eyes and said with a smile: "the regular maintenance of guns in this warehouse is one of the daily work of researchers."

"Yes, very good."

Taking back his eyes from the gun, Lin Fan said with a smile, "I haven't touched so many guns for a long time. I miss it very much."

"Since we miss it, why don't we play?"

Pointing to the wall directly opposite, Gong Xingchang pointed to the target hanging on it: "it's rare to have a chance to let my subordinates see the shooting method of the consultant."

Although it is said that, but anyone can hear the pride of this.

"Public leader, I'm afraid to blow your self-confidence."

Hearing the pride in gongxingchang's words, Lin Fan's mouth curved: "of course, if you're not afraid, it's not impossible to have a play."

"I'd also like to ask the consultant for advice."

When Lin Fan sees through the idea, Gong Xingchang picks up a handful of desert eagles and throws them to Lin fan, and then he takes one.

"One minute, to see who is more accurate."

With that, he loaded the cartridge, then aimed at the target two meters away and pulled the trigger.

Bang Bang Bang

Continuous gunfire, accompanied by bursts of sound hit the target.

A minute later, gongxingchang satisfied to put down the Desert Eagle: "make a fool of yourself, consultant."

With the 95% reported by the computer, he sighed triumphantly: "there was a period of time when the gun was not used, and the accuracy was reduced."

The mouth is so said, but the heart is very se.

97. That's not a low score.

Anyway, he is a professional. It's great to play such a result.

But Lin Fan's words, but let him be stunned: "ha ha, it seems that you really have not used the gun for a period of time."

After picking up the desert eagle and caressing it gently, Lin Fan slowly loads the magazine.

"It's boring to hit a fixed target. Can you move it?"

"Consultant, are you sure?"

Stunned for three seconds, Gong Xingchang asked, "it's very difficult to move a target."

"Move it, and I want to see if my technology is going backwards."

Nodding, Lin Fan aimed at the target and put out a shooting posture.

Well, then move the target.

Press the button, gongxingchang looked at the target began to move left and right: "moving the target, accuracy will be reduced, a bad, but half of the hit rate is not."

But the next minute, his eyes from the beginning of calm into surprise, and then to the last gaping.

Especially with the computer reported 100 minutes, gongxingchang's brain will stop thinking.

My God