Qin Ye didn't speak, and the room was quiet.

The devil's anger is gone, little by little.

looked at the indifferent young man in front of him, and his mind was full of pictures of him from a little bit to the handsome and fascinated man in front of him.

The devil found that there was really nothing he could do about him.

This is the child he watched grow up.

It's not hand-in-hand, but it's pretty much there.

And now, he's grown up.

The terrifying aura emanating from the devil is like a balloon punctured by a needle.

All at once it was deflated.

"Follow me."

With a blank glance at Qin Ye, the devil swept past him and went out.

Qin Ye pursed his lips and followed.

The elevator opened at the right time.

After a few seconds, it stopped on the second floor.

To be exact, it is located on the second floor of the basement.

As soon as the elevator door opened, the sound of gunshots entered the eardrums one by one.

Abrupt, but not scary.

Along the way, the people who passed by lowered their eyebrows and looked very respectful.

Qin Ye still looked careless.

took Qin Ye into the last shooting range, and as soon as the door closed, the devil threw a pistol.

"Try it."

The devil raised his chin in the direction of the target.

Qin Ye's heart was pounding.

Not nervousness.

It's excitement.

God knows how excited she was when she walked into the president's office and saw the devil wiping his gun.

I didn't expect the expected thing to happen so quickly.

Inhale.

Carry a gun.

Aim.

Qin Ye's fingers had just pulled on the trigger, and behind him, a devil's sneer sounded.

"Fool's ......"

The breath of a man approached abruptly.

One hand was held in Qin Ye's hand holding the gun, and he was forced.

Holding the barrel with the other hand, with a click, the gun was loaded.

Although I know that this is the first time I have touched a gun, there is nothing to be ashamed of.

But Qin Ye's faces on both sides were a little hot.

The hand that had been shaken by the devil was also a little hot.

Almost all at once, the devil saw the boy's embarrassment.

A hint of interest flashed in his eyes, as if it was the first time he saw Qin Ye with such a rare expression, and the devil's eyes no longer had the coldness of Fang Cai.

The voice also became gentle, "Once born and twice cooked, next time it will be fine." ”

"Hmm."

Qin Ye responded.

The slightest uneasiness on his body faded in an instant, and a trace of cold and serious aura emanated.

Behind him, the devil pouted dissatisfiedly.

It's not cute at all.

With three bangs, Qin Ye lowered his arm and looked at the target fifty meters away.

Above the target, a dismal score is displayed on the scorer.

7 rings.

One with three rings and one with four rings.

There was one more shot, which missed the target.

Looking back, the boy didn't feel depressed.

In the eyebrows, there is still a trace of joy that cannot be concealed?

Knowing that he was not mistaken, the devil turned his head, and the expression on his face became cold, "It seems that you really have no talent at all. ”

At Qin Ye's gaze, the devil rolled his eyes, "I think when I touched the gun for the first time, three shots, 27 rings." ”

You're so far off!

Hearing the contempt in the devil's words, Qin Ye asked rhetorically, "What about now?" ”

Right now?

The devil was silent, and snatched the gun from Qin Ye's hand.

Bang bang.

Seven in a row.

When the devil dropped the gun, the big red number 70 in the scorer above the target lit up dazzlingly.

"Later, I will teach you personally."

Without even looking at Qin Ye, the devil turned around and left.

Looking at his arrogant back, Qin Ye pursed his lips and raised his heels.

From behind, the two backs of the hands in the trouser pockets are exactly the same.