Chapter 199: Enter the laboratory, still have time to play shooting?

Chapter 199 enters the laboratory, still have time to play shooting?
Li Qiao walked past leisurely, standing in front of a row of hand boxes, with bright stars in her eyes.
Brazil PT, France Mle, Colt, Beretta, Desert Eagle... etc.
Every gun in the hand box is a well-known gun that has long been discontinued.
Even at auctions, they are hard to find.
But Shang Yu took out eight of them at once, and placed them in the shooting gallery grandiosely.
Li Qiao raised her eyebrows and glanced at Shang Yu, and then took out the normal version of the Desert Eagle from her hand box.
Although it is also 0.375 caliber, it is incomparable with the Golden Desert Eagle.
At this time, Shang Yu watched Li Qiao's movement of holding the gun and pulling the clip, with a smile in his eyes.
Sure enough, his girl is an old hand with a gun.
In the Nanyang Valley that night, although the heavy rain was intensive, he was full of anger, but he also noticed Li Qiao's skillful gesture of holding a gun.
"Master Yan, why do you bring so many guns?"
Li Qiao held the Desert Eagle and raised her eyebrows in confusion.
There are safe civilian guns in the shooting gallery. Such real guns cannot be used casually.
The only possibility is that he brought it.
At this time, the man took a puff of cigarette without rush, picked up Colt casually, cast his eyes down and smiled: "I will enter the laboratory next week, and still have time to play shooting?"
Li Qiao was startled and stopped talking.
Let alone shooting, maybe even the time to eat and sleep is squeezed out.
Doing research is not a trifle.
Shang Yu saw her feeling the gun body with a sad face, dropped Colt, patted her on the shoulder, and raised his head in the direction of the shooting target, "Go, there are bullets in the bottom of the box, you can hit as many as you want. "
With such a conniving tone, Li Qiao's fingertips curled up, and her heart was filled with indescribable taste.
Probably only her boyfriend will bring a rare real gun, let her play casually in the shooting gallery.
Li Qiao did not use a real gun for a long time.
Touching the tentacles and firing a gun are different after all.
But no matter how long, this kind of cold and deadly weapons is still her preference.
Li Qiao took the normal version of the Desert Eagle and turned it over twice, and then faintly raised her eyes to look at Shang Yu. After a while, she couldn't help but walked up to him and pecked on his side face on her tiptoe, "Thank you Yan Lord."
The man's eyes darkened, looking at Li Qiao's figure walking towards the shooting platform, with thin lips slightly sideways, leaning on the long table, watching her slowly raise her hand and fire three shots at the target.
The blasting power of real guns is very different from that of safety guns.
Including recoil and blasting sound, all with shocking effects.
But Li Qiao didn't wear goggles or earplugs. After opening her mouth, she sniffed the faint smell of gunpowder in the air, and the corners of her eyebrows and eyes were jumping frivolous and flamboyant.
For a moment, it seemed to be back a few years ago.
The barren virgin forests, the rioting border tribes, and the weeds mixed with blood and blood.
The imposing Border Seven, driving a car and holding a gun, competed with the group of mercenaries trying to break through the border.
It was a day, but it was also Li Qiao's most unforgettable comfort.
Frame by frame skipped before her eyes. I don't know what she thought of, Li Qiao opened her eyes and her breathing became confused.
The hand holding the gun shook slightly, her eyes gradually filled with blood, and her eyes revealed forbearance.
Suddenly, a warm body came over from his side.
The warm palm covered her gun hand, instantly dispelling the trembling of the fingertips.
In my ears, there was a deep magnetic voice: "Dare to distract you when you shoot?"
(End of this chapter)