There are about a dozen second-generation people here, both men and women, and the whole warehouse is also very large, with fitness equipment and a shooting range.

Feng Ming should be regarded as the more popular in this group of second generations, in contrast, the fat man Zhang Xiaohu is rarely seen by him, not that these people look down on Zhang Xiaohu, but that this product is not normal.

Several second-generation people were shooting, and several beautiful girls in the back applauded and cheered, and Feng Ming was also just about to shoot, wearing earmuffs and holding a gun in a very professional posture.

"Bang... Bang..."

One bullet after another shot out, and several beautiful girls behind him couldn't help but applaud.

Feng Ming put away the gun with satisfaction, the results were good, and some people applauded, which made him a little proud.

"I have participated in the army's training camp before, and I have practiced the gun for a period of time, I like the M416 very much, I think the shooting is very accurate, and the recoil is not very ......" Feng Mingda has a tone of acceptance, after all, in the whole club, his marksmanship can reach the top three.

The so-called troop training, that is, the training of the second generation of these military families in the army, generally has a training camp every two or three years, and then you can choose to enlist in the army, of course, you can also choose to work in government agencies.

And at this moment, suddenly a voice said lightly: "Trash! ”

Feng Ming was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but look at Qin Feng, meaning, what do you mean?

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean you gun garbage!" Qin Feng explained euphemistically.

What do you say about Feng Ming's gun, Qin Feng still used it, this gun is actually called HK416, but perhaps it has been affected by competitive games in recent years, so more people like to call it M416.

The recoil of this gun is not large, the accuracy is okay, and the power is relatively average. In general, this gun is not very bad, but it is definitely not very awesome, to put it bluntly, turnip and cabbage have their own love, and everyone's love for guns lies in which one they are suitable for.

Hearing Qin Feng's words, Feng Minggang breathed a sigh of relief, but then he felt that something was wrong.

You're not talking about gun trash, so you mean I'm trash, right?

Seeing that Feng Ming's face sank a little, Qin Feng hurriedly added: "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm not targeting you, I mean everyone here is spicy chicken!" ”

"......" Feng Ming.

"......" Zhang Xiaohu.

Even a few second-generation people who had just finished shooting not far away heard this, and they couldn't help but come over with ugly faces.

Qin Feng's words angered everyone present, after all, they are all second generations, and they are all from military families, maybe they haven't enlisted in the army yet, but their self-confidence is definitely not worse than those regular soldiers, so they are naturally unconvinced.

"Ah, what's that, my buddy is talking about cross talk, don't get me wrong!" The fat man was also startled, and when he saw that everyone's faces were not good, he hurriedly explained.

Feng Ming rolled his eyes, dead fatty, can you still have a good reason?

Just now he learned that this person named Qin Feng was not from the Kyoto circle, but he spoke too arrogantly, which made Feng Ming's face a little unbearable, so that his face was ugly, and his arms were bruised, and he really wanted to rush up and teach this guy a lesson.

"Why do you say we're spicy chicken, there's a kind of you giving us a show!" Someone in the second generation scolded unhappily.

Qin Feng smiled and looked at Feng Ming: "Brother, borrow your gun and use it!" ”

Feng Ming was stunned for an instant, took a deep breath, and handed over the gun in his hand. In fact, he also wanted to see how much strength this person who scolded all of them for being spicy chicken.

Needless to say, Feng Ming is still very confident in his shooting, and he dares to say that even if he is a regular soldier in the army, he may not be as good as his marksmanship.

When he saw Qin Feng holding the M416 casually, he immediately showed a strange look, because he saw that the other party's posture with a gun was very professional, and he thought to himself, could it really be a veteran?

Of course, what is there even as a veteran? Generally speaking, those who have good marksmanship, or who perform well in the army, will basically make great achievements in the army, how can they appear here with that dead fat man?

"Bang... Bang bang ......"

One bullet after another kept shooting, as if the trigger was pulled and not released.

"Automatic bursts?" Feng Ming was stunned, and the others were speechless for a while.

Under normal circumstances, everyone uses point shooting to shoot at the target, since it is point shooting, they will aim at the bull's-eye before each bullet, because there will be recoil after each shot, and the automatic burst is not used in actual combat.

A rifle is no better than a submachine gun, once you pull the trigger, you will find that you can't control the recoil of the gun at all, and the muzzle will move straight up, let alone hit the bull's-eye, and you can't even touch the hair.

Just now, Feng Ming was still thinking, could this person named Qin Feng be a professional soldier from the army, right? But then I saw that the other party finished the dozen or so bullets in the magazine in one go.

This made him want to laugh, this is the so-called battle in Spicy Chicken**?

"Brother! Your marksmanship, haha, laughing at the tiger master and me......" The fat man was also startled by Qin Feng's formation at the beginning, but then he burst out laughing.

Qin Feng glanced at him with a stupid look, threw the gun in his hand at Feng Ming, and then took out a cigarette and lit it.

However, what did some of the sharp-eyed guys of the second generation see? Rubbing his eyes, a second generation widened his eyes in disbelief: ", what did I see!" ”

At this time, everyone looked around the target, and when they saw more than a dozen bullet holes on the target, all concentrated in the red bull's-eye, everyone couldn't help but gasp.

More than a dozen consecutive shots, the gun hit the nine rings, although the distance was only fifty meters, but even if it was a single shot of the gun, no one hit the nine rings.

It's like a person with good marksmanship, he can hit nine or even ten rings with every shot, but if you let him shoot all the bullets in a row, maybe except for the first two bullets can hit the bull's-eye, I'm afraid that the back bullet will not hit the target.

And Qin Feng is different, a shuttle of bullets all hit the bull's-eye, to do this, not to mention that everyone present can't do it, even those veterans with rich combat experience can't do it.

This requires pressing the gun so that the recoil of the gun is reduced to zero. Of course, to do this, you need to control the gun, including the weight of the gun, the recoil of the bullet, and the control of your own strength.

Usually only the kind of special elite, the sharpshooter who feeds bullets all day long, may be able to shoot with a press-gun.

"I, I'm not mistaken, am I? Dude, you always tell me, have you been hanging? The fat man asked with a confused expression.

Feng Ming on the side took a deep breath, and looked at Qin Feng with a little more awe: "Convincing!" ”