The third floor is divided into several areas by Uncle Twilight, representing different entertainment areas.

An Mili searched for a long time, but he couldn't find it.

She guessed that Uncle Twilight's thinking was unusual, so she always touched some strange things when she was looking for them.

"Something is wrong! why is there nothing!" she has put a lot of things, such as a chessboard, a teapot, a badminton...... I touched it all over and over again, but there was no trace of the switch.

Is there something she has overlooked about this ......?

Steady her thoughts, planning to do it all over again, this time, even the corner wall.

Half an hour later, in the empty space, a voice of crying and laughing sounded slowly. "Uncle Twilight, can you be more normal!"

In front of her, there was an empty wall with two words written on it: Switch!

She thought that he would set the switch very privately! She didn't expect that he would be so open-minded and write two big words, for fear that others would not find out.

It's hard for her to find it so hard just now, and she thought it was in some hidden place.

When the switch button was pressed, the space on the third floor changed dramatically.

What was once a badminton court is now split into two halves as if pulled open by a large hand, and a wooden staircase appears in the middle.

"Tut-tut, I guess Uncle Twilight's secret room is not only this one!"

Following the wooden ladder, I went all the way down until I came to a more open place, where the lights were on all the time, illuminating this basement.

There is a shooting range, a boxing ring, rock climbing...... It looks like a base.

Because this little gun is a silencing type, there is no need to bring headphones.

Aiming at the humanoid toy, she learned the movements that Twilight had just taught her, raised the gun, and slowly fastened it.

With the first time, she was not very afraid, but there was still a lot of excitement and excitement.

No longer hesitate, pull the trigger, "......".

A mechanical stiff voice rang out, it was a robot.

"Didn't hit the target!Bad review!"

"......" didn't hit, but she was obviously targeted, how could she not hit at all!

An Mili was puzzled, and then continued, with the first and second times, and the third time, she was much easier.

"Whew!"

"I should have hit this time!" said someone, fantasizing.

"The random shots all hit the target person's reproductive organs, and the strength is very good!"

"......" doesn't know why, she feels that this robot fits Uncle Twilight's personality very well.

The same cheap cuteness!

But it wasn't bad, she finally shot, although as the robot said, she accidentally shot the heir of the target, but it was better than not shooting.

Again!

......

"Shoot the target in the shoulder, bad review!"

"Didn't hit the target, bad review!"

"Shoot the target in the stomach, bad review!"

"Not bad, yes, I shot the target person's reproductive organs again, give a loving touch!"

The girl froze, her eyes in disbelief. This ghost bag system was designed by Twilight.

"Shut up, I don't need you to tell me where I shot!" Shoot in the shoulder, the vital parts of the stomach will be bad, and the shot will be good for the reproductive organs.

If you want her to give this machine a big bad review.

Unexpectedly, this robot would know to reply to her.

"No, if I don't say what you want to say, you won't know where you shot!"

"By the way, my name is Amy, you can call me fried rice, I am a high-level robot, and I am happy to be able to serve you. ”

Fried rice isn't very bad!

"Rice, have you ever counted what is the probability that I will successfully hit the target, is it 70 percent?"

She has been practicing here for more than an hour, and she feels that the effect is not very good, and there is always a shooting deviation.

"Master, my name is Amy, only if I call Amy, I will help you count!"

An Mili was defeated, indeed, if the system is set up, it has to be called Amy.

"Amy, help me with the statistics!"

"Well, master, you fired 98 times, hit the target 23 times, and missed 75 shots, so the probability of hitting is 30 percent. ”

"It's only 30 percent! "After an hour of non-stop practice, my arm was already aching.

"Yes, you're too poor!" said the robot who was as as Uncle Twilight.

"Amy, there's no medicine box here!" she couldn't continue practicing now, and overdoing it would make her unable to pick up a pistol for a few days.

The day after tomorrow is the time for her to go to Leizhou Island.

"Yes, we have all the equipment here, and you can see it when you look to the right from the spot you came in!"

Walking back along the way, I saw a medicine box on the shelf.

When I opened it, it was as Amy the robot said, and it was fully equipped.

Apply the blood and swelling medicine to the arm, and the skin is smedicated with the medicine, which is cold and scolding, and the massage is constantly ravaged.

You have to let your arms slow down so that you can do the next exercise.

"Master, I have the Sunflower Treasure Book 108 here, which can quickly help you improve your shooting rate!

An Mili sat on the ground, smeared with medicinal wine, and heard the sunflower book 108 style, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly for a few seconds.

"No, I'd better practice hard!" She felt that this Sunflower Treasure Book 108 style was unreliable.

With this sometimes silly, sometimes cheap robot company, An Mili is not bored at all when he is practicing.

"You're so stupid, you can't even shoot!"

"Shut up! It's all your fault, it's noisy for me. ”

"Boom, you're holding the gun in the wrong position, you want to ...... like this" said a blue screen appeared in the air, which contained the content of how to hold the gun.

An Mili looked at it and corrected his posture of holding the gun little by little.

"Amy, look at it, isn't that the case!"

"Yes, master, you are so handsome in this posture!

Holding the gun in one hand, aiming at the target, I don't know if it was too many exercises, she found that her eyes seemed to be equipped with magnifying glasses, and now she could see the object very clearly.

"Boom ......" to fire bullets!

"Great, my master, you shot your target in the center of the forehead, and the mortality rate is as high as 99%!"

Whew! That's what a successful shot is!

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Mini-plot:

Amy: Hello, little master!

Ann Mi: Shut up, be virtuous with your master!

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Cricket has something to say: It's almost time to climax!

I pulled the chubby big white and let it roll online for recommendation votes, comments, and subscriptions.

Touch!