C30 Legend of the Sharpshooter

Zhao Chuanqi was instantly speechless.

Guan Xin endured the humiliation and unrolled the toilet paper, blew away the dust on it, folded it neatly and put it in her pocket. She patted Zhao Chuanqi's shoulders and said sincerely and sincerely: "You have to perform well today, with so many people watching, swineherd, you have to do your best. Alright, This girl will buy you some sweets to eat. "

These words were actually quite comfortable to hear.

It seemed like Guan Xin rarely encouraged people like this. She only knew how to mock and strike.

Actually, how could Zhao Chuanqi have known that Guan Xin had risked the danger of being criticized, and went around to find Zhao Chuanqi, just to give him a few words of encouragement. As for borrowing toilet paper, it was just a small excuse she came up with. Even though the excuse sounded so outrageous.

Like a devil entering a village, Guan Xin held onto the crumpled toilet paper that Zhao Chuanqi had given him, and went around to the washroom at the southwest corner of the range.

And after doing such a good deed for Zhao Chuanqi, he was inexplicably criticized by the team leader An Ran. Zhao Chuanqi understood in his heart that Guan Xin was the daughter of the Official Deputy Director. Since An Ping did not dare to criticize Guan Xin in front of him, he could only use the back of his head to do it.

What a f * cking snob!

Zhao Chuanqi cursed An Ping fiercely in his heart.

After about ten minutes, the heads' speech finally came to an end. The official Deputy Director began to announce with the microphone: The Special Guard's reporting performance at the central health care unit Bureau has officially begun!

In the group performance, with Gong Mengran as the commander, she gave out a loud and clear password and led the team to the stage. After forming a position in the team, she ran and reported to the leader. Her valiant and valiant figure was like a world-shocking landscape. Her youth was moving and her elegance made her seem elegant and graceful. The loose camouflage clothes couldn't cover up her beautiful figure. From the moment she entered the arena, she was destined to become the focus of attention of the heads, as well as the thousands of soldiers and observers. She was so beautiful, so beautiful to the extreme, so beautiful that every step and every movement she took was sexy and eye-catching.

After reporting to the chief, Gong Mengran returned to her command position and firmly instructed his teammates to carry out their training. It was said that it was led by a certain heavyweight in the previous National Sports Bureau. After many years of painstaking research, it was a set of fist techniques created for Secret Service, this set of fist techniques was extremely powerful, with great killing power. Although it looked simple, it was profound and gave birth to wind.

There were two indispensable criteria for performing or applying boxing techniques. One was strength, while the other was speed. Special Guard's performance, perfectly combined the two, made her fist move like a shadow, Zhang Chi moved quickly. Perhaps, if she hadn't seen it for herself, she wouldn't have believed that someone would be able to perform those seemingly simple punches in such a superb manner. A fighting stance and a fierce killing gaze. This was enough to show her true strength.

The applause was thunderous, and many of the observing soldiers couldn't help but stand up.

The leaders on the main platform also couldn't help but clap their hands in goodwill, commenting and praising each other without end.

After boxing, there was a kung fu performance.

The art of falling, as the name implies, is the art of falling. Falling forward, falling back, falling to the side, throwing himself forward and waiting for the result, all of this shocked the entire audience without any suspense …

Amidst waves of applause, the group performance project came to an end.

This will be followed by a group and individual stunt. There were many projects, such as Hard Qi Method, 1v1 real combat, and so on. As for Zhao Chuanqi and Gong Mengran, they also started to prepare for their shooting performance. Before they went up on stage, Gong Mengran patted on Zhao Chuanqi's shoulders and said: "Relax, don't be nervous, just perform as you usually do."

Zhao Chuanqi nodded, and laughed: "I encourage you."

Gong Mengran asked: "How can I encourage you?"

Zhao Chuanqi tilted his face, pouted, and said: "You understand."

Seeing Zhao Chuanqi's dishonest look, Gong Mengran was so angry that her face turned green. Although she clearly knew that this was just a joke, she still found it hard to accept. She really hated men using this method to tease her. Not to mention that the other party was a student under his command.

But the duo performance program was about to begin. She was worried that scolding Zhao Chuanqi would affect his mood and performance. So, holding back his anger, he said, "Okay, let me encourage you."

Of course Zhao Chuanqi wouldn't believe it, he also didn't expect the arrogant and cool Instructor Gong to actually kiss her own cheek as a sign of encouragement. Furthermore, this was a public place, so even if Gong Mengran gave him an encouraging kiss in order to report that his performance had been crowned with success, it was definitely impossible for him to do it in public.

However, he still tentatively moved his cheek closer to her, smiling as he waited for this unknown kiss.

Sometimes, people were actually very funny. They knew that it was impossible to get something, yet they still foolishly chased after it and waited.

For example, love;

For example, a kiss under this joke.

When Zhao Chuanqi moved his face closer to him, Gong Mengran's originally genial expression immediately became sharp. One of her hands took the opportunity to twist Zhao Chuanqi's ear and warned: "You talk too much! I'll let you tease me again! Let's see if you still dare to do so! "I'm warning you, act well in a while. If anything goes wrong, I won't forgive you!"

Gong Mengran's hand did not use much strength, but Zhao Chuanqi pretended to be in unbearable pain, and begged for mercy with his mouth wide open: "It's broken, it's broken, Ouch, Ouch, Palace Instructor, you're too ruthless, your ears are about to be squeezed out!"

Gong Mengran let go of her hands, tidied up his clothes, and helped Zhao Chuanqi put on his camouflage hat. He tugged at the bottom of his clothes, saying, "Put on your holster, it's time for us to go up on stage in a few minutes."

Zhao Chuanqi did as he was told, and then watched in fascination as Gong Mengran took the gun case and gun case and stabbed it into his waist. Her waist was really thin, and to female soldiers, this kind of belt was the only weapon that allowed them to show off their good figure. Military uniforms and training clothes were usually quite fat, and no matter how beautiful your figure was, it would always be hidden within it. And this simple military belt, this simple buckle, you will immediately believe, some women's stature how delicate.

Gong Mengran buckled the metal buckle, pushing the wrinkles on the camouflage clothes to the side, and adjusted the position of the gun sheath and magazine. What a perfect military uniform. It was exceptionally enchanting. The enchanting and alluring Gong Mengran, no matter what clothes she wore, would always be a shocking scene to behold.

Zhao Chuanqi sized Gong Mengran up from top to bottom, his eyes seemed to be looking at him. Gong Mengran seemed to have felt his' vulgar 'and peculiar gaze, and frowned while complaining. What are you looking at, have you not seen it before?

Zhao Chuanqi wanted to say, I look every day, but I don't see enough. However, he also realised that if he continued to take liberties with Gong Mengran, she might not hold back and fall out with him. He had experienced Gong Mengran's violent temper many times. She was different from other women. He seemed to be immune to poisons, displaying a favorable impression and pursuit of the opposite sex, acting as if he did not see it at all. It was even said that he had been courted repeatedly by single leaders of four to five major families in Secret Service, as well as the personal guards of several heads of department. However, in the end, all of them had failed.

Someone said that Gong Mengran was the Secret Service's goddess and no one had the qualifications to take her for themselves. Of course, she didn't have that ability either.

The shooting props had already been set up by the staff members. After finishing a set of special performances, the official Deputy Director announced into the microphone: Please watch the next pair of performance, patterns of shooting. The performers are Special Guard Gong Mengran and the 52nd member of the Special Guard, Zhao Chuanqi.

Gong Mengran exchanged a glance with Zhao Chuanqi, then ran up the stage side by side.

The applause was thunderous.

Zhao Chuanqi was very aware of himself. He knew clearly in his heart that this round of applause was at least 99% for Gong Mengran and she was just her temporary support. She was like a red flower, but she was like a green leaf. She was an unchanging myth in the Secret Service, a legend of beauty and wisdom. On the other hand, she was just a small member who had been specially recruited by luck.

After standing in her original position, according to her original plan, Gong Mengran warned Zhao Chuanqi with a soft voice. The two of them moved at the same time, one on the left and one on the right. The shoulder rifle was facing each other, separated by about three to four meters.

To some extent, the 81-1 automatic rifle was a world-famous gun, but because the age of the rifle was too long, not only did the rifle look old, but the whole rifle was also extremely heavy and difficult to control. Men with less arm and wrist strength, and even most women, find it difficult to be flexible.

As a matter of fact, although the 95-type automatic rifle has long been developed and developed, for a long time the whole army still has the antique 81-type automatic rifle (machine gun). Although Secret Service was a special army that was called the imperial guards of the current era and there had been rumors for a few years that they were going to replace the equipment of the direct descendent troops, there was still no substantial progress.

According to the report on the Secret Service's early replacement of new equipment, a certain Standing Committee of the Political Bureau immediately stated that the troops from the Central Committee and the leader's side could not be made special.

Just like that, the Secret Service continued to use the ancient Type 81-1 Rifle. The pistols were also lagging behind. They were 54 and 77. Soldiers are generally equipped with and practice five or four pistols, and officers are generally equipped with and practice seven or seven pistols.

However, such an ordinary, old, and seemingly antiquated rifle, in the hands of Gong Mengran and Zhao Chuanqi, did all sorts of things. Especially Gong Mengran, she shocked the entire audience. Who would have thought that a seemingly delicate body would be able to wield such a heavy spear like a shadow? It was just like a spear growing on one's own body. With the spear in hand, he would do whatever he wanted.

These tricks they were performing were actually all Gong Mengran's originals. Of course, what they were going to do was show some kind of shooting tricks. This kind of shooting tricks was just to warm up their bodies before getting to the point. However, it was this short three to two minutes of warm-up that greatly widened the horizons of the leaders on the platform, as well as those who were observing the proceedings.

That's right, a rifle, when unloaded without a bayonet, is actually just a pile of scrap iron. Its lethality is not even comparable to a iron rod. However, when it was used by Gong Mengran and Zhao Chuanqi, it was actually like an extremely powerful weapon. Even the old chiefs who had worked in the army for decades did not expect that an ordinary 81-1 rifle could produce so many useful tricks.

Then the two men set their rifles down on a shelf and changed their weapons to the 81-1.