I'm a policeman, how can you give me a gangster system!

Could it be the fifty-meter target?

But the targets fifty meters away were all clean, with no trace of hits.

Looking far away again, Wang Zishi's pupils shrank instantly.

Fifty meters later, there were three unevenly distributed bullet holes on the target of one hundred meters.

Damn!

Three shots were evenly distributed on the seven rings outside the center, obviously this was not an accident!

Director Zou was also shocked by the scene in front of him.

According to Su Ming, this was his first time shooting a target!

These three shots all hit the seven rings of one hundred meters!

As Wang Zishi said, the firing rate of the Type 64 pistol is relatively weak, so the general lethality is within 50 meters.

If it is farther away, the bullet will be affected by external factors, and as the speed decreases, the bullet will also be affected by gravity, thus forming a parabola and leaving the straight line originally aimed at.

To put it bluntly!

This kind of meaning is no different from a person who claims that he can't cook, but he cooks a full banquet for the first time.

This scene is simply out of the ordinary!

Su Ming, who has such a talent, is simply a natural gunman!

Everyone's scalp began to numb.

Wang Zishi took a deep breath and said with forced concentration.

"Not bad... but I still need to practice!"

"The gunmanship is not based on luck..."

Luck?

Su Ming glanced at Wang Zishi who was forcibly trying to save face beside him with contempt, and sneered: "It's my first time touching a gun, and I'm still a little uncomfortable. Wait for me to try again!"

After that, he put down one of his hands, and his right hand was still holding the gun in that rather funny way.

But this time, Zou Ting did not stop him.

Instead, he slowed down his breathing, fearing that he would disturb Su Ming's brewing.

Zou Ting's eyes were filled with some expectation, expecting Su Ming to bring him a surprise.

Su Ming felt the slightly smaller Type 64 police pistol in his hand. Although he had not yet activated the Gun Magic skill, a strange sense of familiarity still came to his mind.

Su Ming knew that this was an extra gift brought by the system-given skill.

Just like the skill [Uncle's Favor], after greatly improving Su Ming's sense of corpses, it also gave a lot of forensic knowledge.

Similarly, the [Gun Magic] skill opened by the golden treasure chest also gave Su Ming a lot of firearms knowledge, and even the proficiency of various common firearms.

It naturally also includes the most common Type 64 pistol in Longguo.

Although the gun-holding posture is extremely awkward, the strong physical fitness improved by the system can be regarded as making up for this shortcoming.

Under Su Ming's powerful strength, there is no recoil.

Under Su Ming's sharp eyes, the target is clearly visible.

The rest is the familiarity with the firearm in hand.

He looked at the bullet hole on the target in the distance, and began to recall the angle he had just aimed at, and then he raised the gun body by a few millimeters very slightly.

When his little finger pulled the trigger again, the gun barrel exploded again.

Bang!

This time Su Ming only fired one shot!

Under the thrust of the gunpowder, the bullet rotated and left the rifling rapidly.

A target a hundred meters away in the distance, a sound of being hit was heard!

In order to see the situation clearly this time, everyone immediately turned their heads to look at the screen beside them!

The picture above was a target a hundred meters away.

In the center of the target, a clearly visible bullet hole was clearly visible!

Everyone looked at the bullet hole and was dumbfounded!

They looked at Su Ming in disbelief, as if they had seen a ghost!

This is a target a hundred meters away!

You used a Type 64 pistol! It actually hit the target with one shot and hit ten rings!

Oh my God!

What kind of monster was created!

Su Ming, you still say you are a novice!

Wang Zishi also wilted instantly. He is strong and his shooting skills are so good...

It's simply outrageous!

Thinking of his mocking words just now, Political Commissar Wang just wanted to dig a hole and bury himself on the spot.

Ten rings at 30 meters and ten rings at 100 meters, these two are not the same concept.

Besides, this is Su Ming's first time to touch a gun.

Zou Ting looked at the little giant with exploding muscles in front of him, and his eyes almost popped out!

Su Ming did not indulge Wang Zishi at all. Seeing that all three shots were ten rings. He turned around and sneered and said: "Luck?"

"Political Commissar Wang? This time is also luck, right!"

Wang Zishi stiffened his neck and his face flushed: "This...luck..."

Bang!

Before he could finish his words, he pulled the trigger!

Another shot!

Still ten rings!

"What about this gun? Is it also luck!?" Su Ming looked at Wang Zishi with a mocking face.

The voice fell! Shoot again!

Bang!

Ten rings!

"Speak up! Political Commissar Wang! Who is not suitable for holding a gun?"

Su Ming did not wait for Political Commissar Wang to speak, and fired another shot without even turning his head!

Bang!Still ten rings!

Everyone was numb!

"Speak up! Little Blackie!" Su Ming's mocking voice sounded again.

The gunpowder explosions were like loud slaps!

They slapped Wang Zhengwei's face hard, and Su Ming's penetrating questioning and scolding.

Wang Zishi really lost all his face!

As the eldest son of the old Wang family in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, he was destined to inherit the glory of his father's political career.

It can be said that from childhood to adulthood, no one has ever humiliated him like this.

Facing Su Ming's scolding, Wang Zishi was speechless!

But the strong sense of shame deeply stimulated him.

This feeling is no different from pooping in public on the street and being broadcast live!

Click, click!

Su Ming was still pulling the trigger, as if he mistook the 100-meter target for Wang Zhengwei's hateful face.

Fortunately, all the bullets of the Type 64 pistol had been fired.

There was a click-click ... At the same time, some of them licked their lips and looked at the Type 64 in their hands with a little dissatisfaction.

Too light! Too small!

This standard police gun is not only inappropriate in size!

In terms of weight and caliber, it is far from the ideal gun in Su Ming's mind.

It is just like a small firecracker played by children, not for men at all.

It is not fun to play at all!

Zou and Zhang looked at each other and saw the shock on each other's faces.

With this awkward way of holding the gun, he could hit all the targets with the Type 64 pistol in the second target shooting!

If he changed to a pistol that can hold the gun normally, and a gun with a longer range.

Hiss....