The mayor is a little bit thick

Chapter 357 Genius?

As Xie Yuchen said, he directly reached out to grab the vulture that Shen Na was playing with.

"Little aunt, look at your nephew and I'll make a sample for you."

Xie Yufei couldn't get enough of stabbing, so he reached out to grab the gun, and said, "Brother, you can't do big guns, you can't even shoot air guns in the park, let alone this, look at me, little aunt."

Shen Zitong felt even more itchy, and chirped and reached for Shen Yifei's gun, "Brother, give it to me, you can see mine, and you can leave it to sister to win honor for the old Shen family."

Shen Yifei angrily tapped Shen Zitong's hat with his fist: "Sister, you are neither big nor small."

"Oh, little uncle, look at elder brother, he hit me."

Wang Biao has always been a straight man, and he said directly: "I don't beat you much, and you still call yourself a sister with your big brother? Hey, what kind of gun are you two brats grabbing? Brothers must be humble."

Shen Na handed the gun to Xie Yuchen, who was the youngest. This kid was a bit introverted and quiet since childhood. It was rare for her to take the initiative to ask her aunt for a toy.

"Xiao Chen, you can follow the example of your little uncle after firing a shot, and see where the bullet points are."

"Useless little aunt, I just watched it, but I can't see it at all." Shen Yifei said. I’ll make it myself, and I’m sure I’ll be right.”

Wang Biao looked at Shen Yifei with squinted eyes: "Don't blame the earth for not being attractive because you can't poop. Why is the gun I trained so inaccurate? Zitong, you can shoot later, give it to my little uncle first."

"No, you can fight again later." Shen Zitong held the gun and did not let go.

Wang Biao discussed: "Be obedient, give it to my little uncle, can't my little uncle just shoot me once?"

"You can fight again later, and it's not too late." Shen Zitong said as he walked over to the window and put the gun on the window frame. "

"Will that work? Little uncle has to prove it. Can't little uncle give you five more bullets later?" Wang Biao came behind Shen Zitong.

Shen Zitong blinked his eyes: "Ten, otherwise we won't talk about it."

"I want to give you ten feet." Wang Biao scolded.

This dead girl is insatiably greedy. You can't get used to this stinky child.

"Don't pull it, huh! I'll ask my little aunt later, and I want my aunt to love me the most, huh?" Shen Zitong said to Shen Na with a sweet mouth.

Shen Na pursed her lips and said with a smile: "You don't come here."

After a while, Shen Zitong's PiuPiu fired twenty bullets, but didn't hit a single mouse.

"What, PiuPiu is like farting, it has no strength at all." Shen Zitong scolded in disgust.

"Hey, this stinky hand has spent all those twenty lead bullets in vain, and didn't hit a single mouse."

"Zitong, your marksmanship is freewheeling, right?"

"My sister's skills are excellent, she can point to whatever she hits." Shen Yifei laughed.

Wang Biao also joined in the fun and said: "You are talking nonsense, Zitong's marksmanship is clearly a Buddhist compassionate marksmanship."

"Oh, you're going to die, you're embarrassing me, it's really annoying." Shen Zitong said angrily: "

"Little aunt, you think that little uncle is the most worthless thing, so you're going to dismiss me as a niece like this."

This time, Xie Yuchen over there also shot twenty lead bullets, not bad, and killed six of them.

"Hahaha, little aunt, little aunt, I killed six mice, and I saved hundreds of catties of corn for your family." Xie Yuchen shouted cheeringly.

"Well, thank you, little aunt, I will let you eat an extra bowl of rice tomorrow." Shen Na said, resisting her inner desire to pull the trigger, and handed the gun to Xie Yufei.

"Come here, nephew, be steady."

"Thank you, little aunt, look at me, I will definitely kill ten mice and reduce the loss of corn by a thousand catties in the grain depot." Xie Yufei said confidently.

Wang Biao couldn't stand it anymore, so he saved a thousand gold corn for anything, took the air gun he bought at a high price, and asked him for credit.

Isn't this bullshit?

"Hey, I'm talking about two big nephews. You think your uncle's grain storehouse is raising rats the size of wild boars. If you kill a few of them, you can save hundreds of catties of grain? You're not afraid of dying."

"Hahahahaha, little uncle, what you said is too conservative. The mice in your grain depot are as big as cows."

Xie Yufei didn't take the running of the few people to heart, put on the gun, loaded the bullets, and tried to play back the military-themed movies he had seen before, such as snipers, special forces and so on.

Recall the design essentials inside.

"Please invite He Chenguang to the upper body, and wish me every success."

Wang Biao's ears were sharp, and he heard it all at once: "Hahaha, my wife, did you hear what Yufei said just now? He actually asked He Chenguang to help him with his upper body, and he hit every shot."

"Who is He Chenguang? Is he the same sniper master as Zhang Taofang?"

At this moment, Shen Yifei laughed and said: "No, I am Wu Jing's sniper in the special forces, I am so laughing, I actually invited him to the upper body."

Xie Yufei gave Shen Yifei a sideways look: "What do you know, even Yuchen is no better than you, so you have the nerve to interrupt me?"

Shen Yifei's face turned red instantly.

He embarrasses the old Shen family.

"You think you're more accurate than me?" He said.

"It must be more than you killed." Xie Yufei said and started to shoot.

A few minutes later, he finished his twenty rounds, knocked over seven of them, and put Shen Yifei to the ground again.

Wang Biao took the gun: "Boys, just wait and see how your little uncle and I shoot."

"Don't brag about little uncle, are you a genius? Just look at your marksmanship."

"I'm not bragging. Your little uncle and I are very good at playing slingshots. If you don't believe me, ask your little aunt if I can shoot slingshots correctly?" Wang Biao said proudly.

Shen Na held another gun and said with a smile: "Your little uncle is really good at shooting slingshots. Last year he shot several house sparrows for me to eat."

"Really? But what's the use of that, guns and slingshots are different." Shen Zitong said.

Wang Biao smiled and said nothing, replaced the gas cylinder on the wall with a new one, took out the small oil bottle, filled the gun with gun oil, and looked at the scope again.

"Wife, here you are, that gas cylinder has been filled with dozens of rounds, and the air pressure is not enough, it will not be powerful."

"Okay, is your scope accurate?" Shen Na showed a sweet smile, Wang Biao has her everywhere in his heart, happiness!
Wang Biao took Shen Na's gun and changed the gas cylinder again. Then, he added oil to the gun, looked at the scope, and then put a shot on the nose, a little bit upward, and then made fine adjustments.

After doing it five times.

Wang Biao then took the gun to the bait area.

Although more than 20 old uncles were killed before, there are still one or two hundred mice on the corn piles in the four bait areas, and the mice keep coming.

Wang Biao took off his glasses, closed his left eye, and slightly adjusted the focus wheel with his left hand.

In the black-and-white experiment, a big mouse hunched over and chewing on corn grains clearly appeared in his field of vision, and the center of the crosshairs was aimed at the mouse's chest.

Breathing slowly, he hooked his fingers and poofed.

The mouse in sight turned over and lay on the corn, twitching.

"I'll go, I hit the first shot, isn't it a genius?"

(End of this chapter)