Chapter 1205 Is He Holding Back His Big Move?

Chapter 1205 Is he holding back his big move?

In the battalion, even ordinary snipers can reach this level of muscle memory from years of training.

In comparison, everyone is more curious about whether the reporter can hit the target.

At this time, Xi Luo raised her arm unhurriedly, and took aim for a long time before pulling the trigger.

The gunshot rang out, and the bullet shot through the air and hit the bull's-eye.

The huge shooting range was silent, everyone looked at the scorer, and the result came out three seconds later, the lowest score, five rings.

As long as her bullets were a little more deflected, she would definitely miss the target without any results.

Xi Luo nodded in relief, "Not bad."

Several brothers from the cooking class took the lead in applauding, "Sister Luo is great, she is much better than me. I hit the stake the first time I shot a target, and I didn't even have the fifth ring."

Xi Luo accepted the other party's rainbow fart with a smile.

And Zong Zhan's ears moved twice, and his thin lips seemed to sink a little bit in displeasure.

He found that Xi Luo's attitude and tone of voice when talking to others were quite kind.

But when alone with him, the intensity of the rhetoric is like a machine gun.

Zong Zhan listened to the jokes of Xi Luo, Heigou and others, feeling more and more uncomfortable.

So, without further delay, the man directly raised his hand and fired two shots.

The result is not bad, very close to the red heart of the tenth ring.

Zong Zhan took off the blindfold and threw it on the table, then unloaded the magazine, turned his eyes and said coldly: "You talk so much nonsense on the battlefield?"

He was out of breath, and his tone of voice was even less likely to be friendly.

Zong Zhan was inexplicably regretful that he should not have brought Xi Luo to the camp.

Be safe, but she's too attractive.

And with her cunning character, it is easy to get along with everyone in a crowd of men.

Xi Luo has long been accustomed to Zong Zhan's sarcasm, she curled her lips, and seemingly casually fired two shots at the target, "I don't like to listen to nonsense, you can close your ears."

Zong Zhan is willing to bow down when it comes to the technology of stalking people.

Not long after, Xi Luo's results came out, and the spectators rushed to look around.

On the scorer, the scores of the two ten rings are particularly conspicuous.

Some people rubbed their eyes, suspecting that they were seeing double images.

The first shot only had five rings, why did the last two shots get ten rings?

Everyone is progressing by leaps and bounds, but reporter Xi can be called leaps and bounds, right?

Everyone looked at Xi Luo and paid attention, shocked, dazed, dazed...the list goes on.

Xi Luo also removed the magazine, ignoring the scrutiny of the surroundings, raised her eyebrows and looked at Zong Zhan, "Two days off, you can do what you say, right?"

"Of course." Zong Zhan answered simply, which surprised Xi Luo.

She hesitated for a few seconds, and tentatively said, "Start today?"

Zong Zhan: "Yes."

Xi Luo: "???"

Is he holding back his big move? !

...

After lunch, Xi Luo returned to the dormitory and stood in front of the window thinking hard.

In the end, she still couldn't figure out Zong Zhan's real intentions. She suppressed the doubts in her heart, changed into normal clothes, packed up two clothes casually, and went out with a small leather bag.

Outside the building, an ordinary Santana came into view.

In the window of the driver's cab, there is a smiling Xiong Ze, "Sister Luo, get in the car."

Xi Luo looked left and right, but did not see Zong Zhan in her line of sight, so she couldn't help but briskly opened the back seat door, "Xiong, take me to the plane..."

In the back seat of the carriage, Zong Zhan, wearing a white shirt and trousers, was resting with his eyes closed.

Xi Luo: "..."

She just knew it.

Coincidentally, the man in the back seat said: "Either get in the car, or go back, it's your choice."

Xi Luo remained expressionless, "I choose C."

Zong Zhan slowly folded his legs, and the smile on his lips deepened, "The holiday is cancelled?"

Xi Luoyang threw the leather bag in, slammed the car door and walked around to the co-pilot to sit.

The car drove out of the camp, but the direction was not the airport, but the old house of the Zong family.

On the way, Xi Luo's phone kept ringing and vibrating, but she didn't answer it. She just replied a few messages in a hurry and fell asleep on the back of her chair in boredom.

Back at the Zong family's old house, Zong Zhan directly dragged her out of the car regardless of Xi Luo's pushing and shoving, "If you don't want to take a vacation, you can continue to make trouble."

Xi Luo closed her eyes and sighed, "I have something to do, do you have a lot?"

"It's a big deal." Zong Zhan squeezed her wrist tightly, "It's a critical time, please calm down."

Xi Luo automatically ignored his words about the critical period, and the two soon came to the east wing of the courtyard, and when they looked up, they saw Zong Hesong holding a birdcage in his hand, looking at them kindly, "Xiao Xi, come here!" La."

"Zongbo."

Xi Luo greeted her with a smile, Xu was thinking about something, so her expression was unnatural.

Zong Hesong's smiling eyes glanced over Zong Zhan's hand, and he nodded with satisfaction: "It's rare to see you can coexist peacefully. Come in quickly, and your hands will be there in a while."

what manpower?

Xi Luo had a vague premonition that she had just sat in the living room and drank half a cup of tea when Housekeeper Chen came to report, "Old man, you are ready."

"Ask him to come in, and then send someone to bring the mahjong over."

Sure enough...the so-called shortage of manpower is a lack of one for playing mahjong.

Xi Luo looked at Zong Zhan faintly, smiling subtly.

The latter took a sip of tea calmly, took the opportunity to tilt his head and whispered in her ear: "Are you planning me in your heart or trying to plot against me?"

"I want to destroy you."

After saying that, Zong Hesong, who was sitting by the side watching them secretly, stood up suddenly, "Old Man Duan, look at the threshold."

Zong Zhan and Xi Luo looked sideways at the same time, and saw an old man on crutches walking slowly outside the door of the wing.

He looked to be over seventy years old, but his eyes were full of majesty without anger.

After Zong Hesong's reminder, the old man knocked on the threshold above the ground with a cane, "Old Zongtou, can't you dismantle this thing?"

"I can't say it several times, the ancestor left it behind." Zong Hesong stepped forward to greet him with a smile on his face, "Stop talking nonsense, three missing one, I'll wait for you."

This was the first time that Xi Luo met another old chief who was famous in the imperial capital.

This person is Duanmu E.

Zong Zhan came forward to greet him very familiarly, and helped Mr. Duan to take his seat.

Xi Luo didn't understand the situation at all, and she didn't want to do it either. Taking advantage of the three of them exchanging pleasantries, she hid behind Daye Luluo and called Bai Yan back, "Things have changed, I can't go back today."

Bai Yan was preparing to cook fried rice right now, when he heard Xi Luo's reply, his eyebrows frowned slightly, "Is there any trouble?"

"Probably." Xi Luo took the time to look at the mahjong table, and hurriedly said, "I will find a way to go back before twelve o'clock tonight. You send someone to meet me in Feicheng."

Bai Yan threw the spatula aside, and a dark glint shot out of his eyes, "Well, just tell me when you encounter trouble, the mascot is very busy recently."

Xi Luo smiled and said she got it, then cut off the phone and let out a sigh of relief.

It's been a long time since I heard Bai Yan called Li Qiao's mascot.

But this time, she had never planned to involve Li Qiao in the trouble she encountered from the beginning.