The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 179 That Devil
After determining the distance, number of shots and time, Yan Zhixin didn't take Mo Junting's exclusive pistol, but found a silver pistol that was most suitable for her in the display cabinet.

Mo Junting stood by her side, staring at the man who was only as tall as his shoulder, with a smile on his lips: "Ling Bai, change the gun to the same one as hers."

Ling Bai understood, and replied: "Yes, young master."

There is no Yan Zhixin's usual gun here, if Mo Junting uses his own, he will definitely have the upper hand.

He changed the gun, which meant that he was the same as her, and had no experience of getting used to it, which meant that he was on the same level as her.

Yan Zhixin glanced at him in surprise.

He happened to take the silver pistol that Ling Bai handed over, his extraordinary handsome side profile looked deep and sexy in the light and shadow of the dark night, as perfect as a masterpiece from heaven.

Seemingly aware of her gaze, he turned his face sideways: "How?"

Yan Zhixin raised her eyebrows: "Who is afraid of whom?"

Rubbing the gun in her hand, familiar with the feel, Yan Zhixin narrowed her eyes and aimed at the target in front of her.

boom!
First shot.

Mo Junting watched her in high spirits, her soft outline was a little more handsome than usual, he curled the corners of his lips, pulled the trigger, and fired the first shot.

Next, neither of them spoke, just letting the gunfire compete.

Ling Bai and the others stood quietly by the side, looking at Yan Zhixin with somewhat surprised expressions.

A girl who can tame a ferocious Tibetan mastiff in just a few seconds.

A shooter who never misses.

It's hard to imagine that she is just an ordinary police student.

During Yan Zhixin's one-sided competition, when the competition ended, Yan Zhixin raised her chin slightly, her irritability had already disappeared, and her face was full of confidence and pride.

Turning the pistol in her palm, she looked at Ling Bai: "The gun is not bad."

Ling Bai smiled: "Diwei did a good job."

While speaking, her counter slid over, Yan Zhixin saw the data, and a hint of surprise appeared in her eyes.

I haven't practiced for a while, and the technique is still not unfamiliar, which is gratifying.

With a relaxed mood, she turned her head to look at Mo Junting's counter, and then her relaxed mood instantly fell to the bottom.

Mo Junting was actually four rings higher than her!

Yan Zhixin exclaimed in surprise: "How is it possible?"

She practiced shooting hard, how could he be four rings higher than her?

Mo Junting handed the silver pistol to Ling Bai, and said in a flat voice, "I would like to admit defeat."

Yan Zhixin didn't believe it.

She ran to examine the target.

Mo Junting didn't object either, he took a deep look at her, turned and left.

The four of Ling Bai looked at Yan Zhixin who refused to accept the reality, shook their heads, Qiqi followed Mo Junting and left.

After Yan Zhixin checked the target, she was horrified to find that the loser was really her!
That demon, is he a decathlon?

Run, she loses!
Tennis, she loses!
Fight, she loses!
Calligraphy, she loses!
Even shooting, she lost!
So frustrating.

So powerless.

All the things she was proud of were shattered to pieces in front of him.

At this moment, she finally realized that the sudden shooting at Cheng Zi without saying hello just now was not because of a misfire, nor was it because he wanted her life.

He has absolute confidence in his marksmanship.

He was scaring her.

Yan Zhixin clenched her fist bitterly, but quickly put it down again.

What good is anger?
What's the use of being depressed?
She couldn't compare to the fact that he was certain, she could only accept it.

After walking out of the shooting range, she didn't want to stay in the old house of the Mo family, so she walked directly to the gate.

(End of this chapter)