(Ladies and gentlemen, this book is for collection, and I am even more grateful to be able to have some recommended tickets for wine!) When I went back, I asked the fat man Zhu Liming to use a big black pot to fry a pot of good dishes for you, thank you! )

"Ling Qingfeng, Zhu Liming, you two come here! Put the teapot down! The black-faced god roared.

Shaking his somewhat sore arm, Ling Qingfeng walked up to the instructor in high spirits.

"You two are ready to shoot the target, shoot well!" The black-faced god's precepts were concise and appalling, and there was not even half a sentence of nonsense. Because he didn't believe that these two guys carrying teapots could surpass Gao Tianliang in marksmanship.

At this time, the other students all glanced at Ling Qingfeng, and some people deliberately numbled their mouths, signaling Ling Qingfeng to take a look, Gao Tianliang's kid will have his tail cocked to the sky! The meaning of everyone is obvious, hurry up, pull him down!

Ling Qingfeng looked at the results of the shooting range, thinking that he had never hit a target, and he was completely bottomless! But you can't let Gao Tianliang be so arrogant! Gotta block him!

Ling Qingfeng was still thinking about it, but Zhu Liming had already picked up the gun in a hurry, loaded the magazine at once, raised the muzzle, and said happily to the instructor: "Report to the instructor, can I start?" ”

The black-faced god instructor was pointed at the muzzle of the black hole, and his face turned green all of a sudden. stepped forward with a sideways arrow step, and knocked out the gun in Zhu Liming's hand with a snap.

"** The head is caught in the door! It's all said that the muzzle of the gun should not be pointed at people! How did a guy as stupid as a pig like you get into the police academy? Fuck your uncle! If you do it again, I'll apply to get you expelled!" ”

The black-faced god let out a roar that was more ferocious than a mad dog, and finally let the students of the criminal investigation major realize his hot temper.

But you really can't blame the instructor for this, Zhu Liming is holding a real gun in his hand, if he goes off, he will die! Fortunately, Zhu Fatzi was only on the magazine just now, and he hadn't opened the safety yet, otherwise the black-faced god wouldn't dare to rush over directly and knock out the gun in his hand.

Being scolded by the black-faced god, beads of sweat immediately appeared on Zhu Liming's head, and the other students were so frightened that they didn't even dare to come out.

"Waste is waste! It's better to get out of the police academy early! Gao Tianliang's cold words hit everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer.

Zhu Liming lowered his head and silently flashed to the side, his face was so red that he was about to drip blood. He felt deeply ashamed, and his faith hit rock bottom.

Ling Qingfeng saw that his friend was humiliated, of course he was not convinced, although he couldn't think of how to break the game for a while, he still looked around twice, and silently issued a summon to the location of the big locust tree where the queen bee was.

Three elite worker bees buzzed out of the canopy and cautiously flew over the range.

After the lesson he had learned in the girls' dormitory that night, Ling Qingfeng was not prepared to let them get too close to the humans. However, compared to that time, the connection between himself and the bee colony has changed substantially.

Because the bee species on the locust tree has evolved into a queen bee, and a beehive the size of a football has been built, and more than 100 bees are densely hidden in it. And the best part is that his spiritual consciousness has successfully established a close connection with the evolved queen bee.

As long as you summon or give a command, you can give simple instructions to the colony through the queen bee. For example, flying, stopping, scattering, and so on.

Of course, if you want to take more concrete actions, you need your own consciousness to enter the body of a certain bee through the bee. These more than 100 bees are like more than 100 miniature cockpits, or more than 100 small doppelgangers, which is really interesting.

"Ling Qingfeng, you come to shoot!" After checking the magazine, the black-faced god handed the 54-style police pistol to Ling Qingfeng.

Someone held the pistol in his hand and weighed it, but turned around and resolutely handed it to Zhu Liming.

"Report to the instructor, Zhu Liming should be allowed to continue to finish shooting, if it is interrupted, I am worried that it will cause him unnecessary psychological burden!" Ling Qingfeng obviously made the move first and then said the reason, it was clear that he was cutting first and then playing, and he didn't have much awe for the instructor.

The black-faced god frowned, hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded.

Ling Qingfeng, this kid is Principal Wang's newly accepted closed disciple, and he has been in the limelight recently, and even the director of discipline has been deflated by his hands, and the black-faced god doesn't want to be stepped on by him for no reason.

Zhu Liming held the pistol, and his heart was warm.

He walked to the shooting table, held the gun with both hands, raised the muzzle slightly, aimed the crosshair at the bull's-eye, three points and one line, and the big hands that were used to holding the wok were stable and powerful.

At the same time, Ling Qingfeng was not idle, this time the bee control technique he used was slightly different from the past, and there were a total of three elite worker bees that rose into the air.

For these three elite worker bees, Ling Qingfeng did not directly use his consciousness to control them, but issued instructions to them separately at intervals.

The three elite worker bees flew in the air at three fixed positions, the first one was above the bull's-eye, the second one was above Zhu Liming's head, and the third one was above the position of the muzzle and the upper part of the bull's-eye, which was also a three-point line.

Bang! Zhu Liming pulled the trigger fiercely, and the moment sparks and gunsmoke erupted from the muzzle, bullets whistled out.

**The speed of the bullet's ejection flight was extremely fast, and it could not be caught by the naked eye alone, but Ling Qingfeng successfully saw the entire trajectory of the flight process through the hexagoprism vision of the three elite worker bees.

It's a very peculiar feeling, capturing the same flying object from multiple perspectives, and it's an all-round stereoscopic projection, which Ling Qingfeng believes has never been felt by humans other than his father and himself. It's just that the picture contains so much information that he almost overwhelmed him.

"How? How? How many rings have been played? Zhu Liming put the muzzle of the gun against his chin, and asked happily while tickling.

Everyone present was messy! Is this guy going to die? Point a gun at yourself? He's such a fool!

The black-faced god's eyes widened, swallowed hard, and turned his gaze to Ling Qingfeng for help.

You gave the gun to that fool, and if he kills himself, you're responsible!

Ling Qingfeng didn't seem to see the eyes of these people, but smiled at Zhu Liming naturally, "I'll show you the score, you put the gun down, look at them and scare them!" ”

Zhu Liming grinned and laughed, "I'm afraid of hair!" I just turned off the insurance, and I'm not stupid! ”

The two sang together, and the face of the black-faced god became even darker! It's really life-threatening for this pair of living treasures to be together! Teach them a lesson, Lao Tzu will have to live a few years less!

"Not bad! Seven rings! Ling Qingfeng looked at the electronic scoreboard and said.

"I'll shoot two more shots! Hey, it's not bad, it's quite a feeling! As soon as Zhu Liming held the gun in his hand, he seemed to be a different person, the original only promise was gone, and his face was full of excitement.

Ling Qingfeng nodded, his heart moving slightly.

"This fat man usually plays with a wok, and now he is quite like that with a gun, maybe he is really the kind of person who is born with a sense of utensils and tools!"

Zhu Liming raised his gun again, staring sharply at the bull's-eye.

"Wait a minute, raise your arms a little more, ten centimeters, move a little to the left, yes! All right! Shoot! Ling Qingfeng's deliberately lowered voice came from his ears, and Zhu Liming did it one by one without hesitation.

Because in Zhu Liming's heart, Ling Qingfeng is not only a good friend, but also a trustworthy brother, although he doesn't understand why he wants to command, but even if he doesn't understand and doesn't understand, Zhu Liming will do it, this is trust!

Bang! The muzzle of the gun was filled with smoke.

"Steady, one more shot!" Ling Qingfeng caught Zhu Liming's arm, muzzle and bullseye in time to form a straight line, and blurted out.

Bang! Another crisp gunshot.

The bright red bullseye pierced in response, and this shot actually hit the bull's-eye, and everyone could see it clearly.

At this time, the results of the electronic scoreboard of the previous shot came out.

"Nine Rings!"

"Ten Rings!"

Time seemed to freeze for a moment, and then the audience erupted in amazement.

"Oh my God! Gun God! It's incredible! ”

"Three guns, seven rings, nine rings, ten rings! This fat guy is awesome! It's handsome! ”

"How is that possible?" Gao Tianliang's eyes widened, completely shocked by the scene that appeared in front of him.

Even the black-faced god was excited, this fat man looked like a junior brother who had never played with a gun, and he was able to score such a bizarre good result, is it really God who gave me face and let me pick up a gun god embryo? If you can teach him, your life will be worth it!

The students rushed up one after another and surrounded Zhu Liming. Everyone really wants to understand, why can this fat man hit so accurately?

Since Zhu Liming entered the school, he has never received such attention and honors, and he couldn't hold back his excitement in his heart, and he grinned so hard that he couldn't close it.

The black-faced god also stepped forward, took Zhu Liming's hands, and looked at them carefully.

"Well, you're very talented, keep up the good work! For the next week, you can come to the range at any time and have an unlimited supply of ammo! ”

When the black-faced god said this, Gao Tianliang's face was very ugly, although he was not uncommon in ammunition supply, but this was the right that people took away from his mouth alive, it was strange that he could have a good face!

"Report to the instructor, Ling Qingfeng hasn't fought yet! He taught me just now, maybe he got better grades than mine! Don't make a promise too soon, hehe! Zhu Liming went through one intestine to the end, and casually told the truth.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Ling Qingfeng at once, there were so many miracles created by this kid that people couldn't help but believe it.

Ling Qingfeng hurriedly waved his hand and said, "It was a mess just now, I can't even shoot, it's his own talent." I'm not going to try, there's no need to waste bullets. It's true! ”

Seeing that his classmates were still suspicious, Ling Qingfeng only took the **, aimed at the bull's-eye, and fired three shots in a row.

After the gunshots, everyone sighed softly. Sure enough, genius doesn't appear casually, if there is another spear god, it will be too exciting, and the heart can't bear it!

Zhu Liming's face was regretful, and his face was even a little embarrassed.

Only Ling Qingfeng knew that if he controlled the field of vision of the elite worker bees to aim at the ballistics, his marksmanship would only be more accurate and divine than Zhu Liming's! However, there is no need to expose the strength on such an occasion, firstly, it is easy to be seen by others, and secondly, although this method is accurate in targeting, it takes too long to aim at the target, and it is not suitable for actual combat, and it must be further corrected.

Seeing that Ling Qingfeng didn't make any special achievements, the black-faced god no longer focused on him. Even Gao Tianliang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it was fortunate that Ling Qingfeng didn't make any demon moths, if he even lost his marksmanship, he really didn't have to continue to mess around here.

It's just a small change, but what does it mean for Zhu Liming? No one, including Ling Qingfeng, expected that this fat student from the bottom of society would one day become the king of guns that impressed all the policemen! Of course, that's for another story!