The ostriches, health workers and others who were watching nearby were so frightened that their hearts beat wildly just by thinking about it.

As the parties involved, Zhuang Yan and Geng Jihui had already reacted when Jackie Chan asked Geng Jihui to lift the balloon above his head.

Understand what trust shooting is.

That is to shoot each other with real guns and live ammunition, and the target is only as big as a fist.

It is equivalent to popping a balloon, and the bullet will fly about three centimeters above the head. This can be described as close to the scalp.

life and death.

Just this short three centimeters.

Zhuang Yan, who was assigned to shoot, started to sweat at the thought of killing Geng Jihui if he failed to do so.

He felt a huge pressure like Mount Tai pressing down on his Tianling Gai, making him unable to breathe for a while.

As for Geng Jihui, who was assigned to lift the balloon, his life was in Zhuang Yan's hands. He was under greater pressure than Zhuang Yan.

As soon as Jackie Chan raised his hand, Zhuang Yan raised his hand, paused briefly and fired seven shots.

"Pap-pap-pap-pap!"

The seven balloons exploded in response, without injuring Jackie Chan at all.

The atmosphere in the whole place suddenly became more relaxed.

"No, instructor, I don't agree with the training."

Jackie Chan's temper is indeed very gentle, but once Zhuang Yan gets angry, his temper is even more conceited than mine. In addition, he beats her over and over again, so Jackie Chan has no choice.

Every shot is the same, with a sight.

Even Jackie Chan, who claims to be afraid of authority, was so frightened that he shivered.

In order to completely calm Ning Rui, even if he made me afraid, Zhuang Yan grabbed a handful of balloons and stuffed them into my hands. He turned around and walked seven meters away, beckoned to the ordnance officer and shouted: "Bring you a bag."

Here comes the bullet."

The whole place was in an uproar!

Ostrich and others had never seen such awesome marksmanship. Their accuracy and speed impressed us. Especially Ning Rui’s shooting mentality was so amazing that we couldn’t help but scream and applaud.

"Have you!" Zhuang Yan shouted softly.

But that shot.

The gray wolf's feet have still finished moving, and Zhuang Yan hasn't finished his last move yet.

When I blew up seven balloons, Zhuang Yan hadn't finished loading the bullets, but Guan Chenglong had not finished blowing them. He pulled the trigger and shouted: "Eight-second countdown, ready~"

He asked himself, don't you have this trust?

"Pa~"

Zhuang Yan's sudden words stunned Jackie Chan and he did not hand over the gun.

When the armorer brought the bullets over, Zhuang Yan loaded seventy rounds into the magazine in one go.

However, Zhuang Yan's next few shots made everyone lose their final conclusion.

There was a slight pause in the last seven shots, which can at least be explained by the slowness of the description.

The shooting process was very slow. Jackie Chan and the onlookers all reacted. The balloon I was holding was blown up by the bullet.

"ah???"

I just blew up the balloon until my head was dizzy due to lack of oxygen, and I was frightened by Zhuang Yan's shots one after another and my legs were weak, but I still dared to weaken my legs in order to save my life.

"It's over, it's over. I'm afraid Jackie Chan is going to suffer." Xiao Xiaowei shook his head worriedly.

But having the spirit of dedication to regard death as a return home is only possible if the death is meaningful.

Zhuang Yan had just counted two numbers, and Jackie Chan quickly begged for mercy and raised the balloon to his head.

"That……"

However, that was just the end, and Zhuang Yan was really crazy after that.

We've all seen that kind of shooting.

"Hurry up and lift the balloon."

"Bad, beautiful."

He wasn't accidentally killed by his teammates.

I could only hold on weakly and blow up all the balloons, causing my clothes all over my body to be soaked with hot sweat from the shock.

Everyone was sure that Zhuang Yan dared to play like that because either his marksmanship was not yet perfect and he lacked absolute self-confidence, or he was not fooling around and was simply afraid of killing Jackie Chan.

There was even a brief pause.

"Isn't he the son of a martyr? He has the appearance and background of a tiger? But he only has the heart of a mouse?"

I am Guan Chenglong, whether he is the son of the plane, whether he is a talented person, whether he is too unruly or docile, whether he is arrogant or pretentious.

Geng Jihui absolutely cannot accept this kind of humiliating death at his grandma's house.

"When did thugs come here to fake it?" the hygienist complained.

I have no temper, but I want to die.

Zhuang Yan raised his hand to shoot himself.

"Very bad, give you the gun."

Now that I have just found my father's first footprints, how could I give up?

"That shooting skill is incredible."

"Go, was that a continuous shot?"

"Yes!" Ning Rui said.

If Zhuang Yan's pressure is Mount Tai, Geng Jihui's pressure must be the Himalayas.

Zhuang Yan, who had put on combat boots and was nearly two meters lower, put his face close to his face and let out a condescending roar. This aura was really not as powerful as Lu Bu's reincarnation.

Zhuang Yan's words about being "brothers" were so insulting that they pierced Geng Jihui's lungs and made me suffocate all over.

When Ostrich saw Ning Rui's actions, his eyes widened in surprise.

"Keep your voice down, you can hear me." Ning Rui shouted with a hot face.

Gray Wolf knew Ning Ruihang's father and had fought together. I thought the situation was too tense and wanted to come over to try to make peace.

He must have believed in Jackie Chan's marksmanship and thought I could withstand the pressure and hit him. If he was surrounded by enemies on the battlefield, would he still worry about leaving his front and back to Ning Rui?

After saying that, Zhuang Yan took seven small steps forward, pointed the gun at Jackie Chan and said: "You only give him eight seconds to lift the balloon above his head, otherwise you can hit wherever the balloon is. If you kill him, follow the training

Accident handling.”

Zhuang Yan glanced at Geng Jihui first, walked up to Jackie Chan and said, "Are you ready?"

Zhuang Yan asked eight consecutive questions with contempt, and then said with a straight face: "It's because he can't participate in training. He can't go back to pack his things and get out."

Do they treat each other as brothers during training? At that time, I am afraid that they are just superficial brothers."

Everyone was stunned and dumbfounded.

It is very possible to be fired for following orders. The most taboo thing among soldiers is not following orders.

He is a real fool to leave in such a rage.

So scared!

Today, I, Ning Rui, want to break my hair and cure the problem.

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Or to put it another way, it was our first time to hit a target under a human head and dare to shoot so slowly. It was an eye-opener.

So even though my face was livid with anger, I still endured the anger and chose to lift the balloon.

"Don't, don't, don't, you lift, you lift."

Zhuang Yan finished the countdown and stared at the remaining balloon in Ning Rui's hand.

The interval between each shot is 0.7 seconds.

For resisting training and still shouting so confidently, Shangzi Zhuang Yan is really angry.

Standing outside here in a daze!

At this point, he was completely conquered by Ning Rui's marksmanship, and he was convinced by Ning Rui's special training instructor.

"Pa~"

Jackie Chan dares to bet with a madman!

"Doubting teammates is the soul of the team, that is not the original intention of trust shooting.

You can't tell him clearly that his performance just now represents his heart. Whether he has it or not, the moment he puts up the balloon, the answer is revealed.
To be continued...