Shen Yulou took over the conversation and said, "Sister-in-law, she is having a meeting, come here later."

"Old Xu, where is your granddaughter? Lingman said that they came here to play together."

Xu Hanting received a glass of water for his enamel jar.

"Well, this girl is playing a cold war with me. She is so old that she is so stubborn that she is disobedient. She called her that day and said she was not happy. She was just a girl who couldn't bear to beat her. If it were a boy, he would have been fucked to death."

An old man with thick eyebrows and big eyes quipped, "Old Xu, your granddaughter tomboy is no different from a boy. You have to beat him if you need to."

With a group of old men on the table to eat.

After a few glasses of wine, the atmosphere became lively.

I had a very happy meal.

After the meal, Chen Kungang said that the person who was coming would have to come for a while.

As soon as Qianzuo finished speaking, he answered another phone call, saying that several other commanders sent messages and held an emergency video conference.

Wang Han was very aware of this kind of conference and didn't squeeze in.

Xu Qingjun just said that two granddaughters of the deputy commander would come later, and Wang Han would definitely not be able to stay there. He found an excuse and said that he was going out to the shooting range to play with a gun. After a long time, he didn't touch the gun. He heard the shooting sounds of shooting outside every now and then.

Men seem to be born with their love for playing guns.

Chen Kungang arranged for someone to prepare guns and enough bullets for Wang Han.

The ears were filled with gunfire, and the muzzle was spitting out flames. The feeling of boiling blood made my scalp numb.

A few shuttles passed by, and a sound suddenly came from behind.

"You have thirty bullets, let alone ten rings, and there is not a single shot within eight rings. You are not playing the gun like this."

Wang Han turned around and found that he was a middle-aged man with a tall figure, a little dark skin, and a strong body. He had a killing aura in every move.

Pick up a gun from the side.

"You must be stable in your body, and you must be ruthless in your gun. You must be 3 points and one line. Don't be impatient. Go aiming before hitting!"

As he spoke, he was like a bullet passing by.

All ten rings.

The man threw the gun aside and looked at Wang Handao.

"Try again!"

Wang Han hit him in one stroke.

The middle-aged man tickled and frowned, as if he had never seen such a bad marksmanship.

"Are you... a threatening stream playing style?"
Chapter completed!