For American girls, guns are not a taboo. Many girls will post photos of them on their social software to the shooting range, but Jisty is different

She is only ten years old and her birthday is just 11. Apart from playing with the guns on weekends, this girl has basically never touched the guns. How could she

I blushed on the weekend and took the gun from Jisty seriously. After removing the magazine, I loaded another bullet. After thinking about it, I pressed down three again. Then I put the gun back into Jisty's hand in anger and looked at her straight, which seemed to be saying: "If you have the ability, you are going to do it. ●⌒,"

Jisty didn't care. She aimed at the gun again. After her legs spread apart, she held the gun with her hands and stabilized her body. She seemed to have been specially trained. The two small hands holding the gun were grabbed firmly and steadily. As she adjusted her breathing, she gradually felt that she had adapted to the breathing frequency and took action decisively without hesitation.

Bang bang bang bang

Ding, ding, ding.

The red light flashed three times in a row, which means that within four shots, three shots and ten rings.

I don't believe it on weekends, and I don't believe it if I kill him, but the talent he believes must be the potential to improve faster than others in a limited training time. No talent can get the style of a general.

When Chekov chatted with him, he also said that he had the first time shooting in the army and had an embarrassing record of off-target records. So far, Jisty has only had two real shots. Two times, he can shoot within five shots, four shots and ten rings.

Bang.

On weekends, I picked up the remote control and pressed the paper target at the distal end. The paper target moved from far to near from the distal cableway. When the paper target appeared in front of the big and small, the result of five guns and forty-nine rings on the paper target made the weekend completely speechless.

What else can you say

He is now home and stripped Gaia and threw it on the floor to see what he has to hide.

This is not a pervert in a family. This is a family treasure, which makes one pick up a huge treasure.

"Jistie" tried not to show anything on the weekend and called out her name.

Jisty turned her head and looked at the weekend as if she felt fear of her own results. She said carefully: "Don't ask me what's going on. Pick up the gun. I feel it is part of my body. It is my extension. As long as I aim at the sight of the sight, I seem to naturally feel how this gun should be fired."

I saw this on the weekend. If I cracked Adam's conspiracy on the weekend on the rooftop and almost killed Roger, then Jisty's absolute control when holding a gun was no different from that of himself at that time.

I'm afraid Jisty herself didn't feel that she was the real beast with a gun. The gun was her confidence and the key to her opening the cage. The wings behind her that didn't know whether the color was black or white. Sooner or later, she would fly to the sky with her gun, and no one could stop her.

Zhouzhang reached out and picked up Jisty. He put it on the board in the shooting position. When Jisty sat there, Zhouzhang swallowed hard and said, "Point the gun at me."

Jisty slowly raised her hand, and the muzzle was right in front of her nose on the weekend, and the strong smell of gunpowder penetrated her nostrils with a pungent smell.

"How do you feel now?"

"If there was a bullet in the gun, I would be even more excited."

In one sentence, I felt a chill in my neck on the weekend

The gun is not only Jisty's talent, but also hers

Bang.

A light sound came out, and the weekend immediately widened his eyes, and a bead of sweat on his forehead slid across the corner of his eyes. He never expected that Jisty pulled the trigger under such circumstances. Fortunately, there were no bullets in the gun.

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Suddenly, Jisty let go of her hands, and the gun fell in the air, landed on the ground and bounced a few times and hit the foot of the weekend and stopped the rolling track.

"Zhou, I'm not me, I don't know." Jisty wouldn't say, after all, she's only ten years old

However, on the weekend, I saw that the child of this age could not control himself. That was to pull the trigger at a real person, living person, and expect the gunshot that could completely end their lives to appear in an instant.

It's over.

Roger had just gotten on the right track, and Jisty's wild beasts that had not yet grown up had begun to be unable to hold on. Children of this age could not know how to set new goals to replace the darkness deep in their hearts.

Perhaps, bringing Jisty to the shooting range today was a mistake, a big mistake.

I want to say something on the weekend, just like when I guided Roger to correct his inner framework step by step, and finally tied Jisty to the road to pursuing the Olympic gold medal. But, can a ten-year-old child understand? After showing her talent, if she can't stand the pain and loneliness of training, who will clean up the mess after that

"Zhou, are you angry?"

Jisty jumped down, shook her weekend's hand and said, "I swear, I will never pull the trigger on you in the future, forever."

She is very sincere, this is what she is worried about on the weekend

Because the real reason why Jisty made this vow was not that she was unwilling to hurt the weekend, but that she was afraid that she would no longer bring her to the shooting range on the weekend, and she would never want to lose this happiness. Perhaps the smell of gunpowder in her world is more desirable than the smell of perfume.

On the weekend, I was wondering what I should do with her. Love can make Yoda learn to let go and consider others after having a warm home. The goal can make Roger forget the darkness and chase himself as a star detective in Los Angeles. What about Jisty

"Two shots" changed a target paper over the weekend, and squeezed out a smile. He could even reach out and wipe Jisty's face with his index finger, but only he knew the shock in his heart.

This time, he only put one bullet in the gun and specifically reminded: "Don't point it at anyone." Then he handed it to Jisty. Then, he stood behind Jisty, with his hands hanging down naturally, ready to react at any time.

Jisty turned her head and looked at the weekend. Her love for shooting had made her unable to distinguish the status quo at this time. After this glance, Jisty was immersed in the fun of aiming again. The smile on the corner of her mouth completely separated from the innocence, and a trace of evil smell rose leisurely at an invisible angle on the weekend.

This time, I personally released the demon in the bottle on the weekend and could never be locked up again.

Five minutes later, Jisty gave up shooting, because her arms were numb. Jisty's score also fell straight from the first five shots and forty-nine rings, and the last three shots actually scored only twenty-one rings.

On the weekend, she felt her increasingly dissatisfied feeling from Jisty's face. It was like she was playing the easy-to-unit game and suddenly rose to the proes private difficulty. She still couldn't understand that the weak body of this age could not support the accuracy of shooting under recoil for a long time. Even adults like this on weekends would have problems after five minutes of continuous shooting. If she knew this, she would know this.
Chapter completed!