(Dear readers, I'm asking for collection of this book. I'm grateful for the recommendation tickets to drink! I'll ask the fat man to use a big black pot to stir-fry a pot of good dishes for you. Thank you in advance!) "Ling Qingfeng, Zhu Liming, you two come here! Put down the teapot!" The black-faced god shouted hard.

After shook his swollen arm, Ling Qingfeng walked to the instructor with great energy.

"You two are ready to shoot the target, fight well!" The Black-faced God's teaching Yan Jianyi was shocked, and he didn't even say a word of nonsense. Because he didn't believe that these two guys carrying teapots could surpass Gao Tianliang in shooting skills.

At this time, other students winked at Ling Qingfeng. Someone deliberately said a few words and signaled Ling Qingfeng to take a look. Gao Tianliang's tail was now raised to the sky! Everyone's meaning was very obvious. Hurry up, pull him down!

Ling Qingfeng looked at the shooting range results and thought that he had never hit a target, so he was completely unsure! But he couldn't let that guy Gao Tianliang be so arrogant! He had to block him!

Ling Qingfeng was still thinking about it. Zhu Liming was already excitedly picking up the gun, putting the magazine on, raising the muzzle, and happily said to the instructor: "Report to the instructor, can I start?"

The black-faced god instructor was pointed at by the black gun, and his face turned green. He stepped forward and took a side step, knocking off the gun in Zhu Liming's hand.

"Your head is clamped by the door! You said that you should not look at people! How did a guy like you, who is as stupid as a pig, get into the police academy? Fuck you! If you commit it again, I will definitely apply to fire you!"

The Black-faced God roared even more fiercely than the mad dog, and finally let the students of the criminal investigation major experience his hot temper.

However, the instructor cannot be blamed for this matter. Zhu Liming is holding a real gun and ammunition. If it goes out of fire, it will cause death! Fortunately, Fatty Zhu just put on the magazine just now and has not opened the insurance yet, otherwise the Black-faced God would not dare to rush over and knock down the gun in his hand.

After being scolded by the Black-faced God, sweat immediately appeared on Zhu Liming's forehead, and the other students were so scared that they didn't even dare to show off their anger.

"Waste is waste! It's better to get out of the police academy early!" Gao Tianliang's cold words hit everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.

Zhu Liming lowered his head and silently flashed to the side, his face red and almost bleeding. He felt deeply ashamed, and his confidence also fell to the bottom.

Ling Qingfeng was certainly dissatisfied when he saw his friend being humiliated. Although he couldn't think of how to break the deadlock, he still looked around and silently summoned the location of the big locust tree where the queen bee was.

Three elite worker bees buzzed out of the tree crown and carefully flew over the shooting range.

After teaching the lesson in the girls' dormitory that night, Ling Qingfeng was not going to let them get too close to humans. However, compared to that time, the connection between himself and the bee colony had essentially changed.

Because the bee species on the big locust tree have evolved into queen bees, and a beehive the size of a football has been built, with more than a hundred bees hiding in it. And the most wonderful thing is that their spiritual consciousness has successfully established a close connection with the queen bees after evolution.

As long as you issue a summon or issue instructions, you can issue simple instructions to the swarm through the queen bee, such as flying, stopping, dispersing, etc.

Of course, if you want to take more specific actions, you have to enter the body of a bee by driving the bee. These more than 100 bees are like more than 100 miniature driving compartments or more than 100 small clones, which is really interesting.

"Ling Qingfeng, come and shoot!" After checking the magazine, the Black-faced God handed Ling Qingfeng the Type 54 police pistol.

Someone held the pistol in his palm and weighed it, but turned around and handed it to Zhu Liming.

"Report to the instructor, Zhu Liming should be asked to continue shooting. If it is interrupted, I am worried that it will cause him unnecessary psychological burden!" Ling Qingfeng obviously made the move first and then gave the reason. He clearly took action first and then reported, and he did not have much awe of the instructor.

The black-faced god frowned, hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded.

Ling Qingfeng is a newly-successful disciple of Principal Wang. He has been in the limelight recently. Even the director of the training was defeated by him. The Black-faced God did not want him to be stepped on by him for no reason and his face was swollen.

Zhu Liming held the pistol and felt warm.

He walked to the shooting table, held the gun with both hands, raised the muzzle slightly, aimed at the bull's eye, three points and one line, and the big hands that were used to holding the wok were stable and powerful.

At the same time, Ling Qingfeng was not idle either. This time he used the bee-control technique slightly different from the past. There were a total of three elite worker bees that rose into the air.

For these three elite worker bees, Ling Qingfeng did not directly use his consciousness to control them, but issued instructions to them at intervals.

Three elite worker bees fly in the air at three fixed-point positions. The first one is above the bull's eye, the second one is above Zhu Liming's head, and the third one is above the muzzle and the middle section of the bull's eye, which is also three points and one line.

Bang! Zhu Liming pulled the trigger hard, and the moment sparks and smoke erupted from the muzzle, the bullet whistled out.

The bullet's flight speed was extremely fast and could not be captured by the naked eye alone. However, Ling Qingfeng successfully saw the entire ballistic flight process through the hexapric vision of the three elite worker bees.

This is a very strange feeling. It captures the same flying object through multiple perspectives, and it is a comprehensive three-dimensional projection. Ling Qingfeng believes that besides his father and himself, no human has ever felt it. It’s just that the picture contains so much information that he almost overwhelmed.

"How? How? How many rings were shot?" Zhu Liming pressed his chin with a gun, and asked happily while itching.

Everyone present was in a mess! Is this guy dead? He pointed a gun at himself? He is such a fool!

The black-faced god widened his eyes, swallowed hard, and turned his gaze for help to Ling Qingfeng.

You gave the gun to that fool. If he beats himself to death, you have to take responsibility!

Ling Qingfeng seemed not to see the eyes of these people, but smiled naturally at Zhu Liming, "I'll show you the score. Put down the gun, look, they're scared!"

Zhu Liming smiled and said, "I'm afraid of being a hairy person! I just closed the insurance, and I'm not stupid!"

The two of them sang together, and the black-faced god's face turned even darker! This pair of living treasures really cost human life together! Teach them a lesson, I have to live a few years less!

"Not bad! Seventh Ring Road!" Ling Qingfeng looked at the electronic scoreboard and said.

"I'll shoot two more! Hey, it's not bad, it feels quite good!" Zhu Liming, the guy, took the gun in his hand, and he was like a different person. His original timidity disappeared, his face full of excitement.

Ling Qingfeng nodded and his heart moved slightly.

"This fat man is usually very good at playing with a wok, but now he is quite like that when he holds a gun. Maybe he is really the kind of person who is born with a feeling of artifacts!"

Zhu Liming raised his gun again and stared at the bullseye with sharp eyes.

"Wait a minute, raise your arm a little more, just ten centimeters, move a little to the left, yes! Okay! Shoot!" The sound of Ling Qingfeng deliberately lowering came from his ears, and Zhu Liming did it one by one without hesitation.

Because in Zhu Liming's heart, Ling Qingfeng is not only a good friend, but also a trustworthy brother. Although he doesn't understand why he has to command, even if he doesn't understand or understand, Zhu Liming will do it. This is trust!

Bang! The muzzle is filled with smoke.

"Stay calm, let's have another shot!" Ling Qingfeng captured Zhu Liming's arm in time, and the muzzle and bull's eye formed a straight line, blurting out.

Bang! Another crisp gunshot.

The bright red bullseye passed through the sound, and the shot hit the bullseye, and everyone could see clearly.

At this time, the score of the electronic scoreboard that had been shot out was only released.

"Nine Rings!"

"Ten Rings!"

Time seemed to be fixed for a moment, and then there was a burst of shock and booing in the audience.

"Oh my God! Gun God! It's incredible!"

"Three guns, seven rings, nine rings, ten rings! This fat man is so awesome! He's so handsome!"

"How is that possible?" Gao Tianliang opened his eyes wide, completely shocking the scene that appeared in front of him.

Even the Black-faced God was excited. At first glance, this fat man was like Brother Chu, who had never played guns before. He could actually achieve such a bizarre good result. Is it really God who gave me face to pick up a gun god embryo? If I could teach him, I would be worth it in my life!

The students rushed forward and surrounded Zhu Liming. Everyone wanted to figure out why this fat man could beat him so accurately?

Since Zhu Liming entered the school, he had never received such attention or honor. He couldn't hold back his excitement and smiled so hard that he could not close his eyes.

The black-faced god also walked forward, pulled Zhu Liming's hands, and looked carefully and then.

"Well, you are very talented and you have to keep working hard! In the next week, you can come to the shooting range at any time and provide unlimited ammunition!"

When the Black-faced God said this, Gao Tianliang's face looked very bad. Although he did not care about ammunition supply, this was the right that he had taken away from his mouth. It would be strange if he had a good face!

"Report to the instructor, Ling Qingfeng hasn't beaten yet! He just taught me, maybe his grades are better than mine! Your promise should not be too early, hehe!" Zhu Liming made a thorn in the end and told the truth casually.

Everyone's eyes suddenly focused on Ling Qingfeng. There were too many miracles this kid created, and people couldn't help but believe it.

Ling Qingfeng waved his hand quickly and said, "It was a clamor just now. I couldn't even shoot. It was his own talent. I won't try it anymore, there is no need to waste bullets. Really!"

Seeing that the students were still suspicious, Ling Qingfeng had no choice but to take the **, aimed at the bull's eye, and fired three shots in a row.

After the gunshots, everyone let out a sigh of relief. Sure enough, something like genius doesn’t appear casually. If there is another gun god, it will be too exciting and the heart can’t bear it!

Zhu Liming looked regretful and even felt a little embarrassed.

Only Ling Qingfeng knew very well that if he controlled the sight of the elite worker bee to aim at the ballistic, his marksmanship would only be more accurate and more magical than Zhu Liming! But there is no need to expose his strength in such an occasion. On the one hand, it is easy to be seen by others. On the other hand, although this method is accurate in target shooting, it takes too long to aim at the target and is not suitable for actual combat. It needs to be corrected.

Seeing that Ling Qingfeng did not achieve a special result, the Black-faced God no longer focused on him. Even Gao Tianliang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it was a good thing that Ling Qingfeng did not make any monsters. If he even lost his marksmanship to him, he really didn't have to continue to hang out here.

It was just a small change, but what did it mean for Zhu Liming? Everyone, including Ling Qingfeng, did not expect that this fat student from the bottom of society would one day become the king of the gun king that made all policemen look at him with admiration! Of course, this is a later story!
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