Miracle Pill Maker Bullies the Boss

With a bang, the bullet burst out of the chamber.

Huo Wanying's expression didn't change a bit, she pulled the trigger again, and another five bursts came directly.

The bullet was like a sharp arrow, swishing straight in the same direction.

The six bullets all hit the red heart without a slight deviation, all hit the same position.

Huo Wanying hooked her lips and slowly put down her gun.

Soon, the referee announced the result, almost shocking the audience.

"It seems that Miss Ying Ying's marksmanship has improved again. With six rounds and six rounds, this should be her best result so far!"

"The last time I watched her practice the gun, she hit every shot, but there were none in the same position as today, setting a new record."

"The **** of guns is the **** of guns, the sixty ring, I am afraid that other people will no longer be able to surpass her achievement."

"But I feel that I can look forward to the eldest lady, after all, she was even better than Miss Wan Ying in the morning."

"Good skill doesn't mean that marksmanship is good, there are so many almighty people, let alone the young lady was born not very well, and the basics alone cannot be compared."

The people in the audience talked a lot. Although they all knew that the newly-returned eldest lady was definitely no better than Huo Wanying in marksmanship, but with the results of the morning there, everyone's attention became more and more on Huo Yao.

I want to know what rank she is.

Even Huo Changfeng, who was in the monitoring room, couldn't help but feel nervous.

Just like a parent of a child, I always hope that my child is the best.

"What are you pushing me for?" Huo Jingfeng, who was sitting in the wheelchair, said with a black line on his face.

His leg was almost hitting the foot of the table in front.

"I didn't..." Huo Changfeng regained his senses, and quickly let go of the hand holding the pusher of the wheelchair, and said with an awkward smile: "It's a little nervous for Missy."

Huo Jingfeng: "...That's my niece."

Huo Changfeng shut up again.

The screen was pulled back to the shooting range.

Huo Yulin was still a little bit emotional when he saw Huo Wanying's achievements, it was really strong.

He glanced at his younger sister who was already standing in front of the shooting platform, thought for a while, walked over, and said in a low voice, "Don't have psychological pressure, Huo Wanying's talent is already good."

Huo Yao raised his eyebrows, and replied modestly: "At the time of my military training in university, the instructors also praised my talents."

When she spoke, she turned her finger-tip gun in a circle, acting like an old driver.

Huo Yulin saw this: "..."

If it wasn't for knowing that she was a novice, he would really be confused by this illusion.

Huo Yulin only raised his hand and patted Huo Yao's shoulder, "Okay, sister, come on, it's military training."

After speaking, he stepped back some distance.

Huo Yao: "..."

In this age of reality, no one believes the truth.

Hey.

Huo Yao shook her head, the gun at her fingertips turned around again, then squinted at the bullseye that Huo Wanying had just hit ahead, and she beckoned to the shooting referee who was standing not far away.

The referee came over without knowing it.

"Thank you for me to change the active target." Huo Yao said to the referee politely.

Huo Wanying, who had already planned to leave, immediately stopped when she heard Huo Yao's words and raised her eyes to look at Huo Yao.

Active target?

Go crazy.

The referee apparently also felt incredible when he heard this. Then he glanced at the new pistol in Huo Yao's hand, his cheek twitched slightly, "Moving target? Are you sure?"