The rear seat of the floating car.

Qingchen looked at Li Changqing and was a little curious: "Did Lao Jiu say I want to play sniper rifle?"

Li Changqing said with a smile: "He told me that you are a genius who plays with guns, a target within 50 meters, and you can hit wherever you point."

"Then you don't have to go to the sniper field so hastily today," Qing Chen asked casually: "Is anyone suggesting it?"

"Yes, when I took Qingyi to visit Lao Jiu, Lao Jiu said that your marksmanship was amazing. So, when Qingyi heard about you, he wanted to see you," Li Changqing said: "By the way, Qingyi's bodyguard group also has sharpshooters. His father specially selected it from the Federal Army. He also joked that he wanted to discuss with you."

Celebrate one.

Qingchen thought something.

At some point, he was thinking about a question, would Qingyi also be a time walker?

After all, when he returned last week, there had just been a fierce gunfight on the Administrative Office Road, and many insiders wanted to know who the sniper was.

Now, Qingyi, who is a little man and a big man, suddenly said that he wanted to see his own marksmanship. This time point was too coincidental.

But Li Changqing said, "Lao Jiu said you really want to play sniper rifles, but today I said I would take you to the sniper ring, and you don't seem very happy."

Qingchen said calmly: "I killed a lot of people last week, but I still can't calm down."

Li Changqing smiled and said, "I heard that you only killed one person when you were in the octagonal cage. Now many people say that you are a living Bodhisattva in the octagonal cage. It doesn't matter, the world is so chaotic that you will get used to it sooner or later. Today we are just playing guns and shooting targets, not killing people."

Qingchen doesn’t need to practice sniping today, but he needs to act today.

Because today I want to see his sniper rifle level, I'm afraid it's not just Qingyi.

For example, the eagle is pricking its ears now.

But Qingchen didn't know that Xiaoying was not concerned about sniper rifles, but about learning some advanced experience from Baizhou.

The floating car drove all the way to the upper third zone.

Li Changqing said to Qingchen: "After Lao Jiu's injury heals in a few days, let him apply for an electronic security agreement for your car, so that you can enter and exit the third zone by yourself. But remember, don't fly over the consortium's mansion."

There are not many high-rise buildings and modern technology in the upper third district, nor the heavy light pollution in Cyber ​​City. Instead, pavilions, towers and courtyards can be seen everywhere.

At night, red lanterns are like galaxies.

Flying here, Qingchen felt like he was traveling to the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

The only thing is that the consortiums in the world seem to especially like to decorate the courtyard with vermilion and bright red, so the ink and heavy colors here are like the brightest oil paintings.

Li Changqing casually reminded: "After returning to Banshan Manor recently, don't run around... City No. 18 is no longer safe. Everyone who should come and who should not come has arrived."

As the boss, there is actually no need to remind subordinates of such things. Qingchen always feels that Li Changqing's attitude has changed a little.

After a while, Qingchen began to hear a roar from the underworld.

He was very familiar with the sound, which was the sound of an anti-equipment sniper rifle.

The floating cart landed at the foot of the back mountain of the Mid-Shield Manor, a short mountain cut the complete Mid-Shield Manor in half.

The target of the sniper rifle stands on the mountain, with 800-meter targets, 400-meter targets, 200-meter targets, and 50-meter targets, everything is available.

The prepared firearms were not only snipers, but also the Li servants transported the full set of automatic rifles and pistols in vehicles.

More than 20 people have gathered at the shooting site, half of which were brought by Qingyi.

Qingchen saw Qingyi, a short person in the crowd at a glance. This junior high school student is a little out of place in the adult world, but the most dazzling.

The other party was still holding the well-behaved watermelon head and was quietly watching a young man crawling on the ground and pulling the trigger.

Not far away, Li Yinuo, Nan Gengchen and Li Tongyun were also there, while the three of them were playing with ordinary guns.

But Li Yinuo halfway upset Nan Gengchen from behind and taught him how to shoot and aim.

When the floating car stopped, Qingyi walked up to say hello: "Aunt Changqing, Uncle Qingchen, good morning."

Qingchen found that this kid was also tolerant enough. He called himself an uncle who was only three years older, and he couldn't tell the difference on his face.

Qingchen asked with a smile: "Did you bring a gift this time?"

Qingyi: "…"

As soon as these words came out, Nan Gengchen, who was shooting attentively not far away, shook his wrist slightly, and he admired Brother Chen's shamelessness in asking for gifts from his younger generation.

It's Qingchen himself, right.

Moreover, Nan Gengchen knew something. Judging from the Qing family's bloodline, Qingyi was the same generation as Qingchen. Now, Li Changqing suddenly asked Qingchen to be "super extra".

It invisibly takes advantage of other shadow candidates.

On the other side, Qingyi said well-behavedly: "Take it with me."

As he said that, the servant beside him came over with a box, which was a silver pistol with complex patterns engraved on the gun.

Qing Yi smiled and said, "This pistol is a limited commemorative model of Leihuo Military Industry under Qing's family. It is called 'Sudden Life'. It was once sold at 2 million per black market. It has not been fired yet. I heard from Lao Jiu that Uncle Qingchen is a sharpshooter, so this gun is just right for you."

"So good," Qingchen took the box with a smile and handed it to Xiaoying beside him.

It is impossible for him to use this gun. The best way to deal with it is to sell it to the black market or transfer it to others.

You should know that people have fingerprints, and guns also have fingerprints, and the fingerprints of guns: rifle.

When the bullet passes through the spiral-shaped chamber, the surface of the bullet will be rubbed into a subtle mark, and this mark is the unique mark of each gun.

So many times, by tracing the traces left by the rifle on the bullet, you can track down the guns used by the murderer.

After Keiichi's hand, the other party must have left behind ballistic test data. Any bullet he shot with this pistol may be compared by the other party.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! At this time, the sniper crawling on the ground pulled the trigger again.

The exhaust port on the side of the anti-equipment sniper rifle blasted out air waves, stirring up the smoke and dust around.

The roar blocked everyone's conversation. At the 800-meter target, a Li's shooting range staff waved his flag to report the target: 9 rings!

The sniper pulled the trigger again, 9 rings.

But he saw this man firing ten shots in a row, all within 9 rings, and even five shots and ten rings.

Li Changqing exclaimed: "All 800 meters are within 9 rings, which is indeed enough to be called a sharpshooter."

Qingyi looked at Qingchen: "Uncle Qingchen, do you want to try it?"

Qingchen thought for a while and said, "I have only played with pistols and automatic rifles, but I have never shot targets so far."

The sniper slowly stood up: "It's OK to be more pistol."

This time Qingchen did not hesitate: "Yes, Yino help me get a pistol."

"Which one?" Li Yinuo asked.

"Everything is OK," Qingchen said calmly.

"Give it," Li Yinuo, who was next to him, took out a pistol and threw it to Qingchen from the table full of guns in front of him.

Qingchen received it and picked it up: "Has anyone used this pistol just now? There are only seven bullets left."

While speaking, he raised his hand and finished all the remaining 7 pieces in the magazine.

With a click, all the bullets were fired, and the gun chamber was stuck.

There are indeed only seven bullets.

This scene was stunned by everyone around: It’s amazing!

You have seen accurate shooting, but by getting started, you will know that there are several bullets in the magazine, which is just like metaphysics.

You know, this was the pistol that Li Yinuo chose for Qingchen casually, not Qingchen himself!

The next moment, the shooting range staff confirmed the target paper and waved the flag: 10 rings, 7 rounds and 10 rings.

The sniper frowned. Qing Chen was shooting a 50-meter target. All ten rings were nothing, and he could do it.

But the key is that you can achieve this without having to be familiar with guns and just shooting at will.

This is...an absolute gun feeling.

Li Changqing applauded and smiled, "Lao Jiu didn't lie, your marksmanship is indeed very good."

Qingchen did not speak, but walked to the table, took an automatic rifle, and fired at the 200-meter target. After one magazine, it was still full of ten rings.

Extremely stable.

He changed his automatic rifle, but he still had ten rings of guns.

Now, the sniper brought by Qingyi became solemn.

Qingchen looked at him and said, "Try it?"

The sniper shook his head: "No need to try it, you have an absolute gun feeling, I'm not as good as you."

Qingchen had no intention of hiding his weakness, and he took action to shock him.

Qingyi smiled and said, "Uncle Qingchen, try the sniper rifle again."

"Okay," Qingchen was not pretentious.

He selected an anti-equipment sniper rifle, recalling his reaction when he first used the "Perishing People with Virtue", and pointed the trigger at the 400-meter target.

"Ten Rings!"
To be continued...