Xu Qing pulled the trigger repeatedly, the muzzle flame flickered, and the remaining four bullets were shot out by a single force, this time the target vibrated a little, three shots missed the target, and one shot hit the target's arm.

The Desert Eagle is a large-caliber pistol known for its accuracy, although the huge recoil will affect the accuracy of the shot, but that is only for ordinary people, for these □□ who play with guns more often than drink water, this is not a problem at all, everyone here can accurately hit a five-cent coin with the Sand Eagle from twenty meters away, except for this free man, of course.

Xu Qing was holding a cigarette, the white smoke was drooping into an arc and he didn't bother to play it, he ran over and quickly changed the magazine, and deliberately grabbed a few magazines and put them in his pocket, not to mention, it's quite enjoyable to hit this kind of target, you have to take the opportunity to practice your marksmanship, and the bullets of the public don't have to be used in vain.

The next thing surprised the □□ on the side, the free man seemed to have a grudge against the target, a sand eagle kept ringing, holding the gun in both hands for one hand, the frequency of shooting was as fast as Thomson, and the strong recoil not only did not affect him in the slightest, but also made this thing more and more hilarious.

Two hundred and ten rounds of ammunition were gone, Xu Qing's marksmanship went from more than six shots off target at the beginning to more than 80 percent hits, he seemed to like this feeling, the gun was changed a few times, the style did not change, this thing is addicted to playing Sand Eagle.

Two hours passed, and the people who practiced the gun changed several times, but this one stayed still, and at this time his marksmanship had reached a rather astonishing level, and there were no missing shots from the left and right, but only to one kind of gun, MRI Desert Eagle.

Maybe even this guy himself doesn't know what it means to shoot non-stop with the sand eagle for two hours in a row, and his shooting action is quite free, neither need to tighten his wrists nor rely on his shoulders to absorb recoil, this divine power is already an existence against the sky in the eyes of the special operations □□, in other words, any of them toss like this, now even if the wrist continues, I am afraid that even a grain of rice can not be pinched.

The master, it must be a master, maybe he is still a pig and eats a tiger, because no one can go from off-target without a lower limit to 100 shots within two hours, and no one can shoot with Sand Eagle for two hours without trembling his wrist, and the master also played with double guns, completely subverting everyone's perception of Sand Hawk's recoil, and some people will even think that Sand Hawk's gun is recoilless, just like the lipstick pistol used by beautiful spies.

Xu Qing finally got tired of playing with guns, put down the pistol and lit a cigarette, and found in vain that he was still enjoying the fun of handjob at the six target positions, and everyone else was enjoying the fun of watching him, and there were at least twenty spectators standing behind him.

Isn't it just a waste of bullets, as for staring like this? Xu Qing didn't realize that there was anything wrong, and he was still thinking about the petty family of these guys, and he had thoughts when he saw that he used too many bullets.

Finally, a black-faced man with a triangular scar on his forehead walked over and stretched out a big slap to Xu Qing: "Hello, Fu Donghai of the Blue Sword Special Brigade, I'm glad that you can fight with us." ”

Fu Donghai used to be the captain of the Blue Sword Special Brigade, and now he is the boss of this joint special combat team, and he is in charge of commanding this big competition, except for this free man soldier king.