194: C194 Three Sharpshooters

C194 Three Sharpshooters

Murong and Lin Qingwan were both dressed in camouflage uniforms. Their hair was tied into a ponytail, and they looked valiant and charming.

Murong usually wore police uniform, which was almost the same as military uniform. However, Lin Qingwan usually looked like a white-collar lady. Now that she had changed into a military uniform, her temperament suddenly changed, and Ye Fei could not help but praise her.

Lin Qingwan felt that Ye Fei was staring at her. It was as if she was lost in thought. A blush flew across her small face and she said, "What are you looking at? I've never seen it before!"

"It's not that I haven't seen it before. I didn't think that you would be quite suitable to wear a military uniform."

Only then did Ye Fei come back to his senses. He glanced around and saw that Murong and Lin Qingwan had already picked up their guns.

Seeing the Type 54 pistol in Murong's hand, Ye Fei was slightly stunned. He had a confused look on his face. The Type 54 pistol was very famous. Before the Type 92 pistol was equipped, it was very famous. The police in the country were all equipped with the Type 54 pistol. The performance of the Type 54 pistol was unintentional, but it was very powerful. Its performance was stable. But looking at it now, the 54th style was too heavy. It was not suitable for girls with weaker hand strength. Moreover, after Murong became a police officer, the police force had all been equipped with the 92nd style. Why would she choose the Type 54 gun to hit the target?

Murong saw Ye Fei's confusion and smiled charmingly. "This gun is indeed a bit heavy, but I've always wanted to touch it since I was young. But my dad insisted that girls shouldn't touch it! Today, I must use it to hit the target! "

Ye Fei nodded. From Murong's words, he already knew that Murong's background was extraordinary, but he was not interested in asking about other people's privacy.

Lin Qingwan held a small silver pistol in her hand.

Ye Fei raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Branning M1906, good taste."

Lin Qingwan was holding the small antique pistol admiringly. When she heard Ye Fei's words, she looked up and said, "A coach helped me pick it. He said this pistol is more suitable for girls."

Ye Fei said lightly, "It is more suitable for women. But that is for women who know how to use guns. Browning M1906 was a pistol at the beginning of the 20th century. Now it could be said to be an antique. Of course, the one in your hand was recently copied. In order to make it easier to hide the gun, the design was smooth. Even fixed gaps and quasi-stars were hidden inside the barrel. It was very difficult for people without experience in using guns to master it. If you want to learn how to shoot, this gun is not suitable for you! "

Hearing Ye Fei's words, Murong was stunned and opened his mouth wide.

Lin Qingwan, on the other hand, was stunned. She looked at Ye Fei and then at the gun in her hand.

At this moment, a muscular man in camouflage pants and a black vest appeared. The man who looked to be in his thirties happened to walk over and heard Ye Fei's words. He was slightly surprised and looked at Ye Fei with interest. He said, "She is very professional, brother. What do you think is suitable for her?"

Ye Fei looked up and down at the man. His eyes fell on the calluses on his right hand's thumb and forefinger. He paused for a moment and said, "For a girl like her who has never touched a gun before, I think Smith Weisen M3913 is more suitable. The size of the gun is moderate, the stability is strong, and the recoil is small. It's a pistol very suitable for women. "

The man's eyes flashed, and his gaze fell on Ye Fei's hands. His hands were white and tender, and his fingers were long and slender, like the hands of a pianist. There were no traces of him practicing with a gun on them. He smiled and said, "You're right. Do you usually like to read military magazines?"

Ye Fei's words were quite insightful. However, when this man saw Ye Fei's hands, he thought that Ye Fei was just a military enthusiast. He did not think that Ye Fei had much practical shooting experience.

There was no other reason. People who practiced with guns often had calluses on the right thumb and forefinger of their right hand. The calluses showed that the longer they practiced with guns, the longer they practiced.

However, he did not know that when Ye Fei first started practicing with guns, there were calluses on the thumb and forefinger too, but he was a martial artist. After entering the Houtian realm, he slowly refined the calluses. Ye Fei was now at the Innate Martial Cultivator, and his body had developed inner Qi. He had been reborn. His two hands were white and smooth. Even Lin Qingwan, a rich girl, who did not touch the water with her ten fingers, would feel jealous when she saw it.

Ye Fei did not answer. The man looked at the instructor behind Lin Qingwan and said, "What are you still standing there for? Go and change the gun for this girl!"

"Yes!"

The instructor puffed out his chest and turned around to return to the armory.

Actually, it was not that the instructor did not know what Ye Fei had said. But in his opinion, these rich playboys had come here. They didn't come here to practice with guns at all. Therefore, there was no need to be so serious.

But in terms of appearance, Browning M1906 was obviously more likable to girls than Smith Watson M3913. That was why he chose this gun for Lin Qingwan. As long as these young masters and young ladies were happy, it would be fine. He wanted them to have the capital to brag when they returned. As for the rest, it was all fake.

Not long after, the coach walked over again. He held the gun in his hand. It was Smith Watson M3913, which Ye Fei had mentioned, and he handed it to Lin Qingwan.

Lin Qingwan thanked him and walked into the shooting range with the gun in her hand.

This shooting range was not an indoor shooting range like the shooting club. It was an open-air shooting range that looked like an army. The terrain was open and there were many customers.

Ye Fei glanced around and found that more than ten shooting spots had been occupied. Most of them were young men and women. From the posture of holding the gun, it could be seen that they were raw hands.

They were the playboys of Huhai. They did not come here to shoot targets, but to play. They used guns as firecrackers. Hundred Shots did not hit them. Even so, they were very excited and shouted.

"Wow, come here quickly. There are three Sharpshooters here!"2

"Sharpshooters? Where are they? Let me take a look too!"

It was unknown who cried out in surprise, but this group of young men and women ran towards the three adjacent targets and surrounded them. With every gunshot, there would be exclamations, sighs of praise, and applause.

Murong was curious. He ran over to take a look and came back to say, "It's the three international police detectives who are hitting the targets. International police officers, of course their marksmanship is good. This group of people really have no experience, they are actually worshipping them as idols. Especially Bei Meiqi, I think there are a few big young masters. They are so fascinated that their eyeballs almost fall out."

"Let's not talk about them. My head hurts when I hear the words Interpol. Let's go over there. Don't get involved with these people. "

Ye Fei rubbed his temples with both hands and pointed at the three remote shooting spots at the end of the shooting range. There was an emergency channel next to it.

The three of them walked to the shooting range and found that the instructors of the shooting range had also gone to Bei Meiqi's side to watch the show. No one actually gave any pointers, but Murong was nothing. She stood very skillfully in front of the shooting range. He checked the gun and loaded it with bullets. However, Lin Qingwan looked at Ye Fei helplessly.

Ye Fei was not in a hurry to hit the target. Seeing that there was no problem with Murong, he walked straight to Lin Qingwan's side, grabbed her shoulders, and gently pulled them. He said, "Don't be nervous. Relax your body. Spread your legs a little."

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