First Arrival in America Chapter Twenty-Six: Something that grows with talent

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For girls in the United States, guns are not a taboo, and many girls will post photos of the shooting range on their social software, but Jisti is different

She's only ten years old, and she's eleven on her birthday, and this girl has basically never touched a firearm except for playing with guns on the weekend, how can she be

Weekend blushed, took the gun from Gisti's hand very strictly, unloaded the magazine and loaded another bullet, thought about it, pressed down three again, and then stuffed the gun back into Gisti's hand like a rage, and looked at her directly, which seemed to say: "You have the ability to come and shoot." ●⌒，”

Gisti didn't care, once again took aim with the gun, and after his legs were apart, he used the gun to stabilize his body posture as if he had been specially trained, and the two small hands with the gun grasped the gun firmly and steadily, and after adjusting his breathing, he gradually felt that he had adapted to the breathing rate, and he shot decisively without hesitation

Bang bang

Ding, ding, ding.

The red light flashed three times in a row, that is, within four shots, three shots and ten rings.

I don't believe it on the weekend, I don't believe in Thaksin's talent when I kill him, but the talent he believes in must be the potential to improve faster than others in the limited training time

When Chekov chatted with himself, he also said that he had a record of missing the target for the first time in the army, and this Jisty has only two real shots so far, and two times can shoot within five shots, four shots and ten rings

Syllable.

Weekend picked up the remote control and pressed it on the paper target at the far end. The paper target moves from far to near from the far end of the ropeway, when the paper target appears in front of the large and small one. The results of five shots and forty-nine rings on the paper target made the weekend completely speechless.

What else can be said

He'd go home right now, strip Gaia naked, and throw it on the floor to see what he's capable of hiding

This is picking up a family pervert, this is a family treasure, allowing himself to pick up a huge treasure.

"Gisti" shouted her name on the weekend as little as she could.

Christie turned her head to look at the weekend as if she was also afraid of her results, and said cautiously, "Don't ask me what's going on, pick up the gun." I felt it was a part of my body. It's an extension of me, and as long as I follow the crosshairs, I seem, as if I could naturally feel how this shot should be fired. ”

This was seen over the weekend, and if he also felt the roar of the beast in his heart when he cracked the Adam conspiracy and almost killed Roger on the weekend on the rooftop rooftop, then the absolute control of Gisti's gun just now was no different from his own at that time.

I'm afraid that Gisti herself didn't feel that she was the real beast with a gun, and the gun was her confidence, and it was the key to her cage. It's the pair of wings behind her that don't know whether the color is black or white, sooner or later, she will fly high in the air with a gun, and no one can stop her.

Weekend reached out and picked up Christie. He placed it on the board of the firing position, and while Heaty sat there, Weekend swallowed hard and said, "Point a gun at me." ”

Christy slowly raised her hand, the muzzle of the gun right in front of Weekend's nose, the heavy smell of gunpowder burrowing down her nostrils with a choking breath.

"How do you feel right now?"

"If there was a bullet in the gun, I would be more excited."

One word. I instantly felt a chill in the back of my neck over the weekend

Guns are not only Gistie's talent, but hers

Syllable.

A soft sound sounded, and Weekend's eyes immediately widened, and a bead of sweat on his forehead slid down the corner of his eye, he didn't expect Gisti to pull the trigger in this situation, but fortunately, there were no bullets in the gun.

Empty.

Suddenly, Christy let go of her hands, and the gun fell in the air, bouncing off the ground and halting its rolling trajectory at Weekend's feet.

"Zhou, I'm not I don't know" Heaty wouldn't say, after all, she's only ten years old

However, the weekend saw ** in Gisti's eyes, and saw that a child of this age couldn't control it at all, that is, pulling the trigger on a real person, a living person, and looking forward to the gunfire that could completely end his life in an instant.

Finished.

Roger was just getting on the right track, and the beast that was not yet an adult in Christy was already starting to get tired of it, and it was impossible for a child at this age to know how to set new goals to replace the darkness in his heart.

Perhaps, it was a mistake to bring Gisti to the shooting range today, a big mistake.

I wanted to say something on the weekend, just like guiding Roger to correct his inner framework step by step, and finally tied Gisti to the road of glory in the pursuit of Olympic gold medals, but a ten-year-old child can understand that after her talent is displayed, if she can't bear the pain and loneliness of training, who will clean up the mess

"Zhou, are you angry?"

Christy jumped down, shook Weekend's hand and said, "I swear, I'll never pull the trigger on you in the future, never." ”

She's genuine, and that's what worries about the weekend

Because the real reason for Christie's vow was not that she didn't want to hurt the weekend, but that she was afraid that the weekend would not bring her to the shooting range again, and she would never want to lose that joy. Perhaps the smell of gunpowder is more desirable in her world than the smell of perfume.

On the weekend, I was thinking about what I should do with her, love can make Yoda learn to let go and think about others after having a warm home, and the goal can make Roger forget the darkness and chase after himself who became a star police detective in Los Angeles

"Shoot Two Shots" changed a target paper over the weekend, squeezed out a smile, and could even reach out and wipe his index finger over Heaty's face, but the shock in his heart was known only to him.

This time, he put only one bullet in the gun and specifically reminded: "Don't point it at anyone." This was handed over to Christy, and then, he stood behind Christy, his hands naturally down, ready to react.

Gisti turned her head to look at the weekend, her love for shooting had made her unable to distinguish the current situation at such a time, after this glance, Gisti was immersed in the fun of aiming again, the smile on the corner of her mouth was completely peeled off from her innocence, and a trace of evil rose leisurely from the angle that she couldn't see on the weekend.

This time, the weekend was a release of the demon in the bottle with his own hands, and he couldn't go back again.

Five minutes later, Christy gave up shooting, citing numbness in her arm. And Ristie's score also dropped from the first five shots and forty-nine rings, and the last three shots only scored twenty-one rings.

Weekend felt her growing dissatisfaction on her face, as if she had suddenly risen to proes when she was playing an easy game, and she couldn't understand that her weak body at this age couldn't support the accuracy of her shooting for a long time in recoil, and even an adult like Weekend would have problems shooting after five minutes of continuous shooting, if she knew that

At the end of the week, she decided not to tell her that trying to move her arm muscles would prevent her arm pain when she woke up tomorrow, hoping that she would be able to retreat when the muscle aches hit tomorrow, but this is just a hope, and sometimes hope is an unattainable luxury in the world. To be continued.