Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

Feng Shan is a very trustworthy person. Although he came from the first batch, he did not rush to shoot, but honestly waited behind Chen Shuhao on one side.

For this game, Mo Shangyun still has some expectations, loosen the seat belt, open the window, and concentrate on the sidelines with a telescope.

Yan Tianxing was crying and laughing because of her posture.

"As for being so interested?" Yan Tianxing asked aside, slightly closer to Mo Shangyun.

Mo Shangyun took the time to glance at him, "OK."

This game, she looked forward to a while.

On the one hand, we are looking forward to the results, on the other hand, we want to see the ability of Yan Tianxing's sniper.

In a certain sense, it also has a certain relationship with Yan Tianxing, but there is no reason to explain it to Yan Tianxing in such a detailed way.

Seeing that she was on the rise, Yan Tianxing did not bother her, but just before the game started, Zhao Fengshan made a gesture-go all out.

Since Mo Shangyun was watching, his soldiers didn't perform well, and his face could not pass.

Feng Shan saw it, so after stunned for a moment, he decided to not put any water at all.

Outside the car, the rain gradually increased, ticking, some splashing on the window, splashing water, and then jumped into the car.

Mo Shangyun didn't notice it. He put his elbow on the window and continued to observe with the telescope.

Others are running in a hurry, shooting nervously, but at this moment, they have become the foil.

Most people who finish shooting first, as long as they know that Feng Shan and Chen Shuhao will compete, will choose to join in and watch.

In their view, this is not only a duel between two sharpshooters, but also a duel between land and sea.

It's about their dignity!

"what happened?"

Subei, who was wearing a raincoat, came over and stopped just outside the car door, looking at Mo Shangyun holding a telescope and watching with a little curiosity.

What are you doing?

Even Mo Shangyun looked so enchanted.

"They are better than marksmanship." Mo Shangyun replied very readily.

"..."

Su Bei's mouth twitched, and he didn't speak at all.

A glimpse of Su Bei's expression was a bit wrong, Mo Shangyun looked at her suspiciously, and asked with a smile: "How?"

"It's nothing."

Saying lightly, North Jiangsu shrugged.

Last night, I happened to see Feng Shan's marksmanship-at night, without night vision goggles, I shot and killed a bird flying through the sky in a very dark environment.

Such marksmanship can be fully recognized.

His teammates performed indifferently. Obviously, it seemed normal to his teammates. In other words, he didn't play exceptionally last night.

Similarly, this morning, she also saw Chen Shu's good marksmanship.

The marksmanship is okay-although one shot did not hit the target, but the other party should run too fast.

However, Chen Shuhao was too anxious.

All performances make people think-she is anxious.

She is anxious to get results, she is anxious to express herself, she is anxious to do something. However, when she can't achieve anything, she will become more and more anxious. Such emotions will cause certain psychological pressure on her, resulting in her becoming more and more unstable in the later period, sometimes good and bad, there are many Unexpected errors.

That does not work.

In the morning, North Jiangsu originally wanted to talk to Duan Zimu about this person. However, Duan Zimu didn't pay attention to anyone except Mo Shangyun, and North Jiangsu gave up.

Right now, the result of the two people's competition is self-evident.

"It seems you have a result." Mo Shangjun ticked his lips, smiling like a smile.

"What about you?" Su Bei squinted her.

Mo Shangyun chuckled, "wait for the result."

After staring at her for a while, Subei didn't pierce her, and raised her eyebrows lightly before leaving.

She didn't bother to watch this final game.

It doesn't matter if Mo Shangyun continued to watch on the side.

The competition time is not long, Feng Shan and Chen Shuhao just need to shoot with a gun, 10 rounds of bullets, even if one round is slow, it will last for one minute.

Feng Shan fired the bullets continuously within 10 seconds, and then dropped the gun readily.

The bad weather, the influence of wind and rain... Mo Shangjun observed it with a telescope. Every shot made a hundred shots, 10 shots are 10 rings.

"Great."

Mo Shangyun praised heartily.

In the case of the wind and the sun, it is no big deal to be able to make a lot of effort. In this group of people, many people can do it. However, under the influence of various environmental factors, it takes countless experience and calculations to calculate the influence of wind direction, rain and other factors on the bullet direction and then adjust it.

Mo Shangyun believes that under such conditions, she can shoot all 10 bullets at the target, but if she can make 100 shots... she has absolutely no confidence.

"Who praise?"

Yan Tianxing asked chillingly on the side.

The movement of holding the telescope paused, Mo Shangyun coughed, and then turned his head to look at Yan Tianxing, "Praise that you took the soldiers well."

This compliment that made Mo Shangyun feel uncomfortable fell in the ears of Yan Tianxing, but it was very useful.

Seeing Yan Tianxing's satisfied expression, Mo Shangyun's mouth twitched slightly, and he could not help but find his conscience and ridiculed: "I said, as you are stingy Bara, is it ashamed or not?"

Yan Tianxing narrowed his eyes without changing his face and said frankly: "My woman can only praise me."

Mo Shangyun stunned, and almost didn't hit the telescope in his hands with this flat guy.

What is wrong!

"Otherwise, I would like to boast about other women, let you feel it?" Yan Tianxing said, leaning on her shoulder, the movement was intimate and ambiguous, but the words were ridiculous.

Mo Shangyun sneered, then spoke out slowly, "Are you trying?"

The smiley eyes, like Yan Tianxing said-if you dare to boast, I dare to sew your mouth.

Yan Tianxing raised an eyebrow proudly, "Dare not try."

After finishing talking, he also shot Mo Shangjun's head.

Rolling his eyes at him, Mo Shangyun heard that the gunshots had stopped, and he was too lazy to bother him. When he picked up the binoculars to look at it, he suddenly saw Chen Shuhao put down the gun.

Unlike Feng Shan, Chen Shuhao was more nervous, and even the movement of firing the gun shivered slightly.

A face, pale and pale.

Squinting, the ink on Yun Jun's eyes shifted and looked at Chen Shu's good target paper.

Seven rounds, ten rounds, two rounds and nine rounds, and one round...off target.

Yan Tianxing glanced in the direction she was looking, the expression was cloudless and breezy, but she almost assuredly commented: "She is not good in psychological quality."