Spoil You All Your Life

Mo Zimu held the "Colt" and looked down carefully. It turned out that the "Colt" in the "Battlefield Elite" is really a simulation design. So, the gun data is also true?

"What's wrong?" Shi Zixian took a step closer and looked down at Mo Zimu slightly.

"Colt m1911, caliber 11.43 mm, length of the gun without stock is 219 mm, weighs 2.23 kg without stock and magazine, supplies 7 rounds, firing method is single shot, effective range is 50 meters, the most special The place is that the warhead weighs 15.16 grams and has a powerful force that cannot be matched by a 9mm bullet. Right?"

Shi Zixian raised his eyebrows, and looked at Mo Zimu with admiration, "Little things, you know the basic data well."

"No matter how well you understand it, you didn't really play it for me. Look at this, you all have lasers installed."

Shi Zixian raised the corners of her mouth slightly, "Little things, even the highest military officer can't use real bullets in indoor shooting ranges. Besides, if all shooting exercises and military exercises use real bullets, the country’s military expenditure will increase a lot. Similarly, the danger will increase a lot."

The use of lasers instead of bullets is not only safer for repeated use, the low-power lasers emitted by laser transmitters are controlled within a safe value even for human eyes.

Mo Zimu curled his mouth and raised his gun angrily.

"Haha." Shi Zixian chuckled, "The gun is wrong."

Said, Shi Zixian raised her right hand to hold Mo Zimu's gun hand, moved a step down, stood behind her, naturally raised her left arm, wrapped her in her arms, and wrapped her two palms. Hand, adjust the way she held the gun, a touch of sandalwood lingered around her.

"I will, don't want you to teach."

Hey, this little thing, his instructor can't be invited by others, she is not rare.

"Yo, Sister Lan, I actually hit a ten ring, not bad." He Zichong teased Di Zilan.

"Cut, that is, don't see who I am."

He Zichong's gaze crossed Di Zilan and fell on Mo Zimu, "Boy, you won't be so stupid that you don't even know how to take a gun."

"Big mouth, I want you to control it!"

After Mo Zimubai finished He Zichong, he said with a little arrogance to Shi Zixian behind him, "Comrade Zixian, can you let me play?"

Shi Zixian replied decisively and quickly, "No."

Mo Zimu didn't worry about her when she was only the son of the son, and said painstakingly, "I really can, don't worry."

The corners of Shi Zixian's lips were flying, and he was not worried about whether she would play.

With a smile, Shi Zixian's arms tightened without a trace, and the distance between him and Mo Zimu about ten centimeters became intimate, his chest pressed against her back.

Mo Zimu's heart gradually became annoyed for Shi Zixian's "kind care and concern" for her. He was too protective of her.

"Little thing, I hold your hand, you come to aim and shoot."

The breath of Shi Zixian gently brushed over Mo Zimu's auricle, the starting point was tingling.

Mo Zimu couldn't tell whether his voice was too deceptive or the warm sensation from her back tempted her. The muzzle was pointed at the target position, but her head slowly turned back, looking from Shi Zixian. The chin keeps going down...

For many years of military life, how much better his figure under this uniform will be!