...

In the afternoon, the autumn wind is refreshing.

There were even birds flying by in the sky, migrating north and south.

The problem of "empty gun" was solved.

The white latte is in a very comfortable mood.

Standing next to the cesspool, you don’t feel smelly.

Raise your gun and aim at a fly again.

This time, it feels even stronger!

In the field of vision, the movements of the fly seem to be slowed down. The movements of the hand rubbing hands even seem a little slow.

It flew up and flew to the left, and it was very slow!

The muzzle of the white latte is slightly to the left, and the position of the fly is predicted.

Bang!

Air bullets fly out!

When the flies noticed it, they had no time to dodge and were hit head-on by air bullets, splitting!

"Is that true?"

I have remembered the state and feeling just now.

“Try again.”

White Latte controls himself and enters the state he just now.

Sure enough, in the field of vision, the movements of the fly slowed down again!

Bang!

One shot was fired, predicted the position, hit the fly again, and smashed it!

"Is this a professional-level sharpshooter?"

A smile appeared on the corner of the white latte's mouth. It seemed like a child who had just obtained a new toy.

"Get into that state again."

Bang!

"Re-enter the state..."

Sure enough, in this state, there is a lot of room for aiming and judgment, and you can easily and calmly aim, predict and find the best shooting point. Basically, you will definitely win every shot.

...

In the office.

Zhao Xueqing widened her eyes and looked at the white latte.

His face was full of disbelief.

"real?"

Zhao Xueqing was stunned for a long time before she smiled.

These days, she has been disgusted by Captain Black Tiger so much that she can't eat well every day.

Unexpectedly, there is such great news today.

"That state is the profession-level skill of the sharpshooter.

“How long can yours last?”

The white latte has been tested.

"Thirty seconds."

Zhao Xueqing nodded.

"Train your brain through massive observations and research.

"Tighten your nerves through long-term concentration.

"When the brain and nerves reach a certain level of development, the sharpshooter can enter a special state.

"That is, you get the result of hard work day after day, your thirty seconds.

"The name is, [Bullet Time]."

Zhao Xueqing was quite moved.

"You are the first sharpshooter in our second city."

Bai Latte nodded.

He actually understood it.

The profession of Sharpshooter needs to be made through resources.

For example, in the Fujijia City, there is no shortage of bullets or old ladies and dates. Every year, when a pile of resources are smashed, several sharpshooters can always be smashed.

But the second city of Fujijia has never obtained much resources. There are guns, gunmen, but there are no sharpshooters.

Zhao Xueqing was proud.

"I'll take you to find Heihu.

"Take out ten thousand bullets first!"

White latte shook his head.

"Captain, don't worry.

“I have an idea, not sure if it can be done.

“But you can try it”

Zhao Xueqing hesitated for a moment.

He looked slightly and showed a smiling face.

"oh?"

"Captain, please help me find a pair of glasses. It's better to be flat."

...

In the early morning, when the sun climbs up, the fog quickly dissipates.

As usual, the white latte came to the cesspool.

First, take out a pair of flat glasses from your pocket.

This is the private collection of Captain Four, which is old and has scratched the lenses.

"Try it, can you use this thing to make a game and get some oil and water from Captain Black Tiger?"

This game, called "Wisher to take the bait", is also an old routine. I don't know if Captain Black Tiger is willing or if he can take the bait.

It depends on others to plan things, and it depends on God to succeed. You can try it. Anyway, the cost is not high, and failure is not a loss.

Wear glasses.

Touch two hundred bullets in your pocket.

These are not air bullets, they are all ordinary bullets in the guardian's warehouse.

Fill in bullets.

Pull the hammer open.

Pull the trigger.

Bang!

A gunshot rang far away, covering the entire shelter No. 9.

...

In the office.

The female secretary is reporting on her work.

"It's been rumored recently that the white latte is actually a super genius.

“He doesn’t need to use bullets and empty the gun to practice indicator three.

"I don't know whether it is true or not."

Captain Black Tiger scoffed.

“It’s pure fart.

"I have been in the city for so many years, but I haven't seen any genius before?
To be continued...