Luo Yangyang's height is at most one meter six or eight, and the key is that she has a small and thin body, so she looks thin and small, and she can't help but be weak.

Jim couldn't have imagined that their boss who was so tough would like such a petite and weak little girl.

"Practice, practice."

Jim was only wearing a pair of loose camouflage pants and no clothes on his upper body, and Luo Yangyang accidentally swept the thick chest hair on his large pectorals, and she blushed and stuttered in embarrassment.

Why don't these people like to wear tops?

Although it was summer, it was still early in the morning, it was not hot at all, and I didn't wear any clothes, which was too unsightly.

"Gun practice? Then you practice one and I'll see. ”

As soon as Jim's right arm was raised, he casually threw the heavy submachine gun weighing dozens of pounds in his hand at Luo Yangyang.

As soon as Anthony saw Jim throw the gun, he secretly said that something was wrong, but Jim threw it so suddenly that it was too late for him to stop it.

Luo Yangyang didn't expect Jim to throw the gun, looking at the big black guy who smashed her head and face, her scalp was numb, if she was hit, it would definitely hurt!

Luo Yangyang, whose eyes were so frightened that he was stunned, hurriedly reached out to pick it up.

"Ahh

The heavy submachine gun was very large and long, and Luo Yangyang thought it would be heavy, but he didn't expect it to be so heavy.

She finally grabbed the barrel of the gun, and her whole body was carried forward by the weight of the gun's sagging, and she bent forward and fell forward unbearably.

"......"

Luo Yangyang's small body was about to be dragged down by a submachine gun, and Jim was also frightened when he saw it, and he hurriedly stepped forward to pick up the submachine gun.

Seeing that the man and the gun were about to fall, Jim's first reaction was to pick up the gun instead of Fuluo Yangyang.

Fortunately, just as the butt of the gun was about to hit the dirt floor, Luo Yangyang, who was firmly grasping the barrel of the gun with both hands, stabilized its weight and did not let it sag.

She didn't fall to the ground in embarrassment because she couldn't hold a gun.

"You're scared the hell out of me! I thought you were going to abuse my gun! ”

Jim, who stepped forward with his right leg and lowered his hands in a downward gesture, locked his gaze on the butt of the gun, which was only five centimeters above the ground.