Beauty's Supreme Expert

"No wonder they are so strict. These guys are all good people."    

Walking straight towards the left wall, Lin Fann took down a Desert Eagle: "The latest version of the Desert Eagle, tsk tsk."    

After touching one handful, he put the Desert Eagle back and took out an AK from next door.    

He loaded the gun and pulled the trigger.    

Tat tat tat.    

A series of clear gunshots rang out in the air, causing Lin Fann to close his eyes comfortably.    

In his mind, he couldn't help but recall when he was an assassin, he would bring a splash of blood with each pull of the trigger.    

Lin Fann touched every gun in the warehouse for 15 minutes.    

Gong Hsingchang, who was watching on the side, watched the scene proudly.    

To be able to make the Shura reveal such a satisfied expression, he couldn't help but feel proud.    

"Advisor, do you feel alright?"    

Seeing Lin Fann put down his gun reluctantly, he blinked his eyes and smiled, "Regular maintenance of the firearms in this warehouse is one of the daily work of researchers."    

"Not bad, not bad at all."    

After withdrawing his gaze from the gun, Lin Fann smiled and said, "It's been a long time since I last touched so many guns. I really miss it."    

"Since we miss him, why don't we play?"    

Pointing at the wall in front of them, Gong Hsingchang pointed at the target hanging on the wall: "It's rare to get a chance. This way, I can get a glimpse of the advisor's marksmanship."    

Although he said this, everyone could hear the pride in his voice.    

"Head Gong, I'm afraid I might damage your confidence."    

Hearing the pride in Gong Hsingchang's words, the corner of Lin Fann's mouth curved into a smile. "Of course, if you're not afraid, it's not impossible for you to play with me."    

"Please advise me."    

Having his thoughts seen through by Lin Fann, Gong Hsingchang picked up a Desert Eagle and threw it to Lin Fann. Then, he picked up his own Desert Eagle too.    

"One minute, let's see whose accuracy is high."    

After saying that, he loaded the magazine, aimed at the target two meters away and pulled the trigger.    

Bang Bang Bang...    

The sound of gunshots and the sound of targets being hit could be heard.    

One minute later, Gong Hsingchang put down the Desert Eagle in satisfaction: "Sorry, consultant."    

When the computer reported the ninety-five points, he proudly sighed, "I didn't use a gun for a while, the accuracy has decreased."    

Although he said this, his heart was filled with joy.    

97 points, this was not a low score.    

No matter what, he was a professional, so it was very good for him to be able to achieve such a result.    

However, Lin Fann's words made him stunned, "Haha, it seems like Head Gong has not used his gun for a while."    

After picking up the Desert Eagle and gently stroking it, Lin Fann slowly loaded the magazine.    

"Fighting a fixed target is meaningless. Can you move the target?"    

"Advisor, are you sure?"    

After being stunned for three seconds, Gong Hsingchang asked, "Moving the target would be quite difficult."    

"Move, I want to see if my skill has regressed."    

Lin Fann nodded, aimed at the target, and took a shooting stance.    

Alright, then move the target.    

Pressing the button, Gong Hsingchang looked at the target and started to move left and right: "If you move the target, the accuracy will definitely decrease. A bad hit doesn't even have half the chance."    

However, in the next minute, his eyes changed from calm to amazement, and finally to stupefaction.    

Especially when the computer reported 100 points, Gong Hsingchang's brain almost stopped thinking.    

[Oh my god …]