Chapter 199 Enter the Laboratory, Still Have Time to Play Shooting?

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

Li Qiao strolled over leisurely, and stood in front of a row of suitcases, her eyes were full of bright stars.

Brazilian PT, French Mle, Colt, Beretta, Desert Eagle...etc.

The guns in each handbag are famous guns that have long been discontinued but are well known.

Even in auctions, it is hard to find one.

But Shang Yu took out eight of them at once, and placed them in the shooting hall in a grand manner.

Li Qiao raised her eyebrows and glanced at Shang Yu, then took out the normal version of the Desert Eagle from the hand box.

Although it is also a 0.375 caliber, it is incomparable with the Golden Desert Eagle.

At this time, Shang Yu was watching Li Qiao's movements of holding the gun and pulling the magazine, with a smile in his eyes.

Sure enough, his girl is a veteran with a gun.

That night in Nanyang Valley, although the heavy rain was heavy and he was full of anger, he also noticed Li Qiao's skillful posture holding the gun.

"Master Yan, why are you carrying so many guns?"

Holding the Desert Eagle in her hands, Li Qiao raised her eyebrows in puzzlement.

There are safe civilian guns in the shooting gallery, and such real guns cannot be used casually.

The only possibility is that he had someone bring it.

At this time, the man took a puff of cigarette without haste, picked up Colt casually, lowered his eyes and smiled: "I will enter the laboratory next week, and still have time to play shooting?"

Li Qiao was startled and stopped talking.

Not to mention playing shooting, maybe even the time for eating and sleeping is squeezed out.

Doing research is no child's play.

Seeing her touching the barrel of the gun with resentment, Shang Yu casually dropped Colt, patted her on the shoulder, and raised his head in the direction of the shooting target, "Go, there are bullets at the bottom of the box, you can shoot as many as you want. "

Such an indulgent tone made Li Qiao curl up her fingertips, and her heart was filled with an indescribable feeling.

Probably only her boyfriend would carry a rare real gun and let her play casually at the shooting gallery.

Li Qiao had indeed not used a real gun for a long time.

After all, there is a difference between touching a tentacle and raising an arm to shoot a gun.

But no matter how long it takes, this kind of cold and death-like weapon is still her preference.

Li Qiao flipped the normal version of the Desert Eagle twice, then raised her eyes to look at Shang Yu quietly, after a while she couldn't help but walked up to him, tiptoed and gave him a light peck on the side of his cheek, "Thank you Yan Lord."

The man's eyes darkened, watching Li Qiao's figure walking towards the shooting platform, leaning on the long table with his thin lips slightly sideways, watching her slowly raise her hand, and fired three consecutive shots at the target.

The explosive power of real guns is very different from that of safety guns.

Including the recoil and plosive sound, they all have a shocking effect.

But Li Qiao didn't wear goggles or earplugs. After speaking, she smelled the faint smell of gunpowder in the air, and her eyebrows and eyes were dancing frivolously and flamboyantly.

For a moment, it seemed to go back to a few years ago.

The barren virgin forest, the rioting border tribes, the weeds mixed with the smell of blood.

The imposing frontier seven sons, driving a car and holding guns, competed with the group of mercenaries who were trying to break through the border.

It was a period of bloody days, but it was also Li Qiao's most unforgettable freedom.

The picture skipped one frame after another, thinking of something, Li Qiao opened her eyes, her breathing was disordered.

Her hand holding the gun trembled slightly, her eyes gradually turned bloody, and her eyes revealed forbearance.

Suddenly, a warm body approached from the side.

The warm palm covered her hand holding the gun, instantly dispelling the trembling from her fingertips.

In the ear, there is a deep magnetic voice: "How dare you lose your mind when you shoot?"