My Doomsday Shelter Unlimited Upgrades

Holding the gun in the right hand, holding the knife in the left hand and laying it horizontally under the right hand, this is the secret agent style.

With a gun in one hand and a crossbow in the other, the elbow joint is close to the ribs, and the forearm and back arm form a [-]-degree angle. This is the Terminator pose.

Hold the gun with one hand, raise your arm high, and shoot the gun sideways. This is Xu Liya's style.

Either way, it doesn't feel very professional and practical.

Chen Yang held it back and forth, but he couldn't find the most comfortable point.

Exploring the way to hold a gun by yourself is somewhat labor-intensive and time-consuming.

In desperation, Chen Yang had no choice but to go outside and ask Jiang Yanbing to teach him the correct posture for holding the gun.

The gun was left to her by Jiang Yanbing's father. Before leaving this gun to her, her father should have taught her how to use it correctly.

Facts have proved that Chen Yang's guess is correct.

Jiang Yanbing, who had just skewered the meat, wiped the oil on her hands with a paper towel, took the gun over, and stroked the pistol that belonged to her up and down.

"Just give me the gun, aren't you afraid that I'll take over your shelter after I shoot you to death?"

"Don't worry, there are no bullets in the gun. If you can make an air cannon, I will admit it if you die."

Hearing this, Jiang Yanbing immediately pulled out the magazine, but sure enough there wasn't a single bullet in it.

"cut..."

Jiang Yanbing made a light cut, reloaded the magazine, and entered the combat state in a second, posing the correct shooting posture.

The method used by Jiang Yanbing is mainly the method of holding the gun with both hands, holding the handle with the right hand to pull the trigger, and holding the right hand with the left hand to maintain stability and reduce recoil.

The head angle is slightly lowered for easy aiming, and the legs are naturally spread out almost shoulder-width apart.

Chen Yang was fascinated by watching it for a while, not only paying attention to learning the movements and details of holding a gun, but also Jiang Yanbing's appearance really attracted him.

Fair-skinned and beautiful, with long legs and slender fingers holding a gun.

Distressed!

I'd rather be held!

Chen Yang felt that he still had a certain degree of immunity if he had only good looks.

But as soon as Jiang Yanbing took the gun and showed such a professional gun-holding action, Chen Yang's attitude suddenly changed.

This is exactly the same as a certain phenomenon in the previous life.

Boys who like basketball like black silk, which is very common.

But when there are beautiful girls wearing black silk, they still feel nothing.

But once there are beautiful girls playing basketball in black silk, and their basketball moves are very professional, it is tantamount to giving them a blow in the head, and they have to be a critical blow.

Chen Yang couldn't help but took out his mobile phone and took a photo, of course it was done aboveboard.

"What are you shooting?" Noticing Chen Yang's movements, Jiang Yanbing put down the gun and put away the gun posture.

"It's nothing." Chen Yang looked at the photos in the album. Although his photography skills are average, if this picture is posted on the previous Post Bar or Weibo, it will definitely set off a wave, just like Jiang Yanbing's previous paragraph Like dancing.

He thought of the topic well, so he called it 'Goddess of Guns'.

Good-looking is really good-looking.

Professional is also really professional.

Can't fault it at all, after all...

After all, the scars on the body are not painted makeup.

After all, he is a person who has used a gun.

Thinking of this, Chen Yang couldn't help but sympathize with Jiang Yanbing.

Now Jiang Yanbing's strength, intelligence and hard work are likely to be the skills and characteristics that are forced to be honed by the situation after the end of the world.

No one is born with a gun.

"Seeing that you look better with a gun, I took a picture."

Chen Yang praised her, and what he said was the truth, so he took it as a comfort to her.

Jiang Yanbing's cheeks turned red.

Slick tongue!

Don't I look good when I'm not holding a gun?

Chen Yang took the gun back, and tried to pose as holding the gun himself.

Now that Chen Yang knew, the awkward feeling before was not caused by his holding the gun incorrectly. In the final analysis, he was not familiar with the gun. Even if he knew the correct method, he would still be a little stiff when he actually operated it.

Just when Chen Yang was trying to adjust his posture, he suddenly felt a gust of fragrant wind coming from behind, and two soft lumps pressed against his back.

This feeling seems to be exactly the same as the afternoon of the previous two days.

Before Chen Yang could turn around and speak, a pair of lotus root arms stretched out from behind, grabbing his hand that was holding the gun.

"When holding the gun in the right hand, the tiger's mouth should be facing directly, and it should be close to the neck of the gun."

Jiang Yanbing began to adjust the details of the posture on Chen Yang's hands.

"The inner side of the palm should be completely attached to the gun body, the thumb should be stretched forward naturally, the middle of the first section of the index finger should lean against the trigger, and there should be a gap between the inner side of the index finger and the gun body..."

Chen Yang acquiesced to Jiang Yanbing's teaching, why not do it with such a beautiful woman to 'teach by example' for him.

It's just that Chen Yang didn't deliberately pretend to be stupid to delay the time, but adjusted the correct posture in twos and twos, and kept the correct posture in his heart. Instead, Jiang Yanbing kept holding his hand.

Even though he had already adjusted the correct posture, Jiang Yanbing always said that it was wrong, adjusted to the wrong position and then adjusted back to the correct position, and went back and forth many times.

"Don't go skewering, eat my tofu here, don't you want to eat at night?"

Jiang Yanbing froze for a moment.

Eat your tofu?

Who eats who!

Jiang Yanbing really wanted to pinch Chen Yang's neck directly, but when he remembered that his right to dinner was still in Chen Yang's hands...