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Chapter 71 Tom's Shooting Club

(Thanks to the book friend for pointing out a BUG (the phone number). Chapter 69 and Chapter 70 have been revised. Not to mention the deletion of the BUG, ​​the total number of words has also increased by about [-] words. Everyone who read it yesterday Readers suggest re-reading after refreshing to avoid inconsistencies in the plot. Well, I personally feel that it should look better after the revision.

Also, if you find a bug in the future, I hope you can point it out in time and let me change it in time.

Mumu is here to thank you solemnly! )

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The exclamation in his ears was like the most naked (anti-harmony) sarcasm, which made Fleisher's face covered with shame and anger, and he was instantly furious.

"court death!"

Fleisher, who quickly got up from the ground, clenched his fists and punched Ayrin in the face.

But in the next second, his eyes burning with anger met with an extremely cold gaze, which instantly cooled down his anger as if a basin of cold water had been poured on it.

Immediately afterwards, the strong fear of being stared at by a prehistoric Tyrannosaurus rex made him suffocate and dizzy.

"boom!"

At the moment when Fleischer was awed by the weakened version of [Desperate Gaze], Ayrin kicked out unceremoniously, and Fleischer immediately flew on the fence outside the corridor like a kite with a broken string, and then simply fainted.

Seeing Fleischer being kicked away, his friends from the basketball team just wanted to come forward to help.

Aylin, who kicked Fleisher away with one kick, suddenly turned his head, eyes that still had a trace of [depressed stare] mental oppression, and scanned the surroundings coldly.

"Do you want to lie down too?"

Every student who met Aylin's eyes instantly felt an indescribable horror in their hearts, and then lowered their heads in fear, not daring to look at Aylin at all.

That feeling.

It was as if what was standing in front of them was not a human being, but an evil ghost crawling out of hell.

Incredible.

Seeing the crowd around him who had instantly quieted down, the corners of Ayrin's mouth twitched slightly.

Against ordinary people, [Desperate Gaze] is really surprisingly easy to use!

"Ha ha!"

Seeing that no one dared to stop him anymore, Ayrin pulled the little fat man with weak legs and left the classroom.

For the sake of the little fat man's loyalty just now, Ayrin decided to invite him to lunch to reward the little fat man.

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but.

Soon, Ayrin regretted his hasty decision.

"Hey, Ailin, did you see that? Just now after Fleischer was kicked away by you, and after the animals on the basketball team were glared at by you, none of them dared to speak."

"Bah, it's really useless, Bai has grown so big, a group of silver-like pewter gun heads."

"However, Ayrin, when did you become so powerful, why didn't I know?"

"Do you know? The way you looked just now was so majestic and cool. If only I could be so majestic."

"..."

Looking at the big dog sitting opposite him, his face was full of excitement, and his mouth never stopped.

Ayrin's mind was buzzing, and he felt that the fat man's thoughts were more terrifying than the whispers of evil gods.

If it wasn't for the "tribulation" they had just had together, Aylin really wanted to seal up the big dog's big mouth with adhesive tape.

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After reluctantly eating a few mouthfuls, he really couldn't bear the over-excited thoughts of the big dog, took the opportunity of going to the bathroom, secretly paid the bill, and Aylin ran away directly.

It wasn't until the bell rang for class in the afternoon that he returned to the classroom under Dagou's resentful gaze.

Ayrin came to the classroom.

The math teacher has written the topic on the blackboard in the classroom and is ready to give a lecture.

Due to the authority of the math teacher, the little fat man and the big dog didn't have the guts to commit crimes against the wind again, but it made Ayrin's ears quieter.

Except for Ai Lin, who seemed to have turned into a talkative little fat man, and returned to the classroom again, he keenly noticed that there was a hint of awe in the eyes of other students in the class looking at him.

It is estimated that it was the impact of the incident at noon.

However, Ayrin didn't take this matter to heart.

The time of several classes passed quickly.

When the school bell rang, Aylin rejected the little fat man's proposal to take the school bus back together, then took out a black card from his pocket, followed the address on it, and took a taxi to a simple-styled building that looked a bit old. up front of the building.

"Is this Tom's Shooting Club?"

Glancing at Tom's Shooting Club with a sign hanging in front of him, Ayrin turned his head and glanced at the police station logo with a sign on the street corner, Ayrin shrugged.

No wonder George knows the situation of this shooting club so well. It's not far from their No.13 branch.

But being able to open a shooting club under the nose of the police station obviously has a few brushes for this club.

After walking into the shooting club.

Ailin handed the Tom Club black card that George had given to the waiter in charge of reception.

After doing some verification, and simply registering Ayrin's information, he was invited into the club.

"Mr. Ailin, this is your first time visiting our club, do you need our club to introduce you to a shooting coach to help you better master shooting skills?"

Aylin heard the words and said: "When I came, Director George Stacy of the Thirteenth Bureau recommended Old Jerry to me. Is he free now?"

The name George still works well.

Hearing that Chief George Stacy of the police station recommended Old Jerry to Aylin, the waiter immediately said that Coach Jerry was just free.

After asking another waiter to tell Old Jerry, Ayrin was led underground by that waiter to a small closed shooting range.

Not long after Ayrin entered the shooting range.

A man who was dressed like a western cowboy and walked with a limp came to Ayrin.

Looking at the nameplate on his body, Aylin immediately understood that this guy was the marksman he was looking for.

After walking in.

Old Jerry glanced at Ayrin's hands, and said directly, "Newbie?"

"Yes."

"Understood, my charging standard is higher than that of ordinary coaches. It is three hundred dollars an hour. If you can accept it, we can start practicing right away."

Although retired from the army, old Jerry's style still upholds the tradition of the army, direct and straightforward.

"The price is okay, we can start right away."

After seeing Aylin's price doesn't make sense.

After old Jerry called the waiter to sign a simple contract with Ayrin, he began to teach Ayrin from the most basic knowledge of firearms.

And this is what Ayrin lacks the most.

It took ten minutes.

After explaining the statistics of the five most common pistols to Ayrin, and their respective advantages and disadvantages, Old Jerry selected a pistol that was most suitable for Ayrin according to Ayrin's hand shape and finger length, and handed it to Ayrin .

(End of this chapter)