After eating and drinking enough, after resting tightly for half an hour, they began to assemble, of course, perhaps for Lu Fei, who was overly energetic and was still flying kites in the training ground, it seemed that he did not need to rest. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The second training subject began again, firearms training.

Pistol, 50-meter target, full 30,000 rings

Automatic rifle, 300-meter target, full 100,000 rings

Sniper rifle, 3000 meters, 10 targets.

Another subject that makes people vomit blood, taking a pistol as an example, 30,000 rings, each time you hit 10 rings, you need 3,000 bullets, 1 bullet in 1 second, it takes an hour to hit more than 3,000 rounds, but you have to ensure the accuracy of shooting, it takes at least 1 second to adjust your posture, and the later you go, the recoil of the gun will shake your hands numb, and the speed will be slower.

Han Ninglei walked up to Lu Fei and said cheaply: "Have you ever played with a pistol, do you want me to teach you?"

"Cut, are you kidding?" Lu Fei glanced at him.

"Okay, just forget it without teaching, then I'll test you, what kind of gun is this?" Han Ninglei picked up a Type 92 pistol and asked

"How do I know what the hell it's called? But I know that the shooting accuracy of this gun must be average, because ......" Lu Fei took the gun in his hand, and with a shake of his hand, the gun fell apart into a piece, Lu Fei picked out the barrel from it and looked at it carefully.

Sure enough, although the problem is small, it still has an impact. Lu Fei casually threw the barrel on the table, for a repair master, dismantling, installing, and inspecting these are just basic skills, for some simple structures, he can feel where there is a problem at a glance.

Regardless of Han Ninglei's eyes that were about to protrude, Lu Fei dismantled more than thirty guns in one go, and only then did he barely find one and his heart, and the other guns were full of problems in the eyes of him, a repair master, and it was really unbearable.

Lu Fei picked out the gun and left, but Han Ninglei was dumbfounded, the parts of more than 30 guns were mixed together, when will this special thing be reassembled? And Lu Fei obviously didn't know the gun, how did he disassemble it? Han Ninglei's head was full of black lines and questions.

"Guards!" Han Ninglei shouted.

"Here!" the guard trotted over.

"Reassemble this pile of parts for me. After Han Ninglei finished speaking, he walked away with his hands behind his back unusually easily, leaving behind the guards who were about to cry.

Lu Fei should be playing with guns for the second time, the first time was in the shooting range, because of the high accuracy and scary, Lu Fei ran away after playing for a while, for fear of being treated as a monster by others, so he didn't care about it here.

Lu Fei tried to shoot it, and the computer screen next to him showed 9 rings, which was not a bad result, and Lu Fei was also very satisfied with this high-tech computer equipment, intuitive and efficient.

Next, it entered the rhythm of Lu Fei's performance.

"Bang bang......" Lu Fei ran out of a 20-round magazine in less than 7 seconds at a crazy speed of three rounds per second, and looked at the computer screen, Lu Fei shook his head with dissatisfaction, 198 rings, there is actually a shot that is not 10 rings? It's really a failure, it seems that we still have to continue to contact.

"Bang bang ......"

"Bang bang ......"

"Bang bang ......"

This unusually fast-paced gunfire quickly attracted the attention of other people, your pistol is about to emit the effect of an automatic rifle, you are going crazy, no matter how defeated you are, you don't need money for bullets?

Don't you hear people say "bang, bang, bang," or "bang, bang, bang," or "bang, bang, bang"?

Han Ninglei also ran over, glanced at the empty magazine on the table and the total number of rings on the computer, and was stupid, there was only one concept in his heart, a sharpshooter, a natural sharpshooter who is unique in ten thousand.

10 magazines, 200 rounds of bullets, 1995 rings, what kind of concept is this, that is to say, only 5 bullets hit 9 rings, and the rest are actually 10 rings, how is this possible? Such a high shooting frequency and such a shooting accuracy, doesn't that mean that Lu Fei will hit 100 shots if he is slower?

In less than an hour, Lu Fei had completed the pistol training subjects, and went to pick out the rifle as if nothing happened, and his team members were like ghosts, but they hadn't even finished half of the battle? Who is the real special operations elite?

It's not that no one has tried, like Lu Fei, but after a magazine is exhausted, they find that the bullets don't know where they are flying for a long time, and their arms are numb from the shock, so they can only give up, they don't have Lu Fei's perverted control and staying power.

Rifle, Lu Fei chose to be in the game, and often see M4A1, because Lu Fei only knows this gun, and don't you think the gun with a silencer is very handsome?

Under Han Ninglei's murderous gaze, Lu Fei smiled dryly and loaded the disassembled guns back, forget it, the guard who was sweating profusely and still loading the pistol was quite pitiful.

Short point shooting, Lu Fei still knows, that is, there are 3 bullets per launch, which not only saves bullets but also ensures shooting accuracy.

However, Lu Fei felt that he could operate a long burst fire, and with his amazing strength and strong recovery power, the small problems of muzzle pressure and recoil should be ignored.

Lu Fei experimented, and sure enough, there was no problem with long point shooting, but he could control 7 bullets at most, no matter more, he was still a human being, not a god.

This time, Lu Fei was faster, faster than a pistol, and completed the target of 100,000 rings.

This time, everyone no longer looked at Lu Fei in surprise, but looked at Lu Fei in fear. Lu Fei is like a non-human, if such a person is trained, if it is an enemy, it will be a disaster, even if they are the strongest special combat team in the motherland, they still think so.

Everyone no longer had the heart to continue training, and quietly watched Lu Fei's sniper rifle performance.

gun, Lu Fei naturally chose the God Devourer, which was enough to shock the terrifying recoil of an adult, and Lu Fei easily withstood it.

"Boom," there was a terrifying loud bang, and Lu Fei fired the first shot. Han Ninglei immediately raised the binoculars, and missed, but it was not too far, and after Lu Fei scolded and fiddled with it, he shot again,

"Boom," the target was instantly blasted into pieces, and after that, Lu Fei seemed to have an enlightenment.

"Boom Boom Boom Boom ......"

The remaining 9 targets disappeared in less than 2 minutes.

Han Ninglei didn't know when he threw the telescope to the ground, so he just opened his mouth and looked at Lu Fei.

That's a 3,000-meter target, and he hasn't taught Lu Fei how to use a sniper rifle, so Lu Fei just shot a bullet and hit every shot?

"Sharpshooter, born sharpshooter......" Han Ninglei muttered