Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

Chapter 9: The existence of Mo Shangyun is an unsolved mystery

An angry look is like a sharp blade, mixed with fire.

Mo Shangyun was at ease, but in a pair of narrow and long phoenix eyes, the faint smile and languidness disappeared a little bit, and the dark eyes only remained severe.

"Any objection?" Ning Mei's eyes were cold, and Jun Yun's words came out, clear and cold.

"Yes!"

A word roared out from everyone's throat, clanging powerfully, rushing into the sky, almost exhausting all his strength.

Mo Shangjun's eyes swept through to see the angry faces, those irritations that could be turned into real anger, and the gathering layer came with a strong murderous air.

Half-sounding, Mo Shangyun said, "So, give you two hours and prove it to me."

The people in the lineup flashed amazement, but more confidence and ambition!

They are not rookies!

They are capable!

They can do it!

Therefore, no matter what means Mo Shangyun plays, they will swear to death!

"Two items," Mo Shangyun continued, "shooting, pistol, rifle, twenty rounds of bullets, three posture exchanges; four hundred meters obstacles, five times, all based on my score, and 10% of them exceeded Me, I apologize to all of you."

"..."

At the time, the eyes full of hostility and anger reduced by half.

More are doubts and puzzles.

Based on her grades, only 10% of the people will surpass her?

Only 10%? !

It's no more than ten people!

As soon as she is a girl, is she so confident? !

On Dog Day, less than 30%, where are the faces of these grandfathers? !

"Will you come?" Mo Shangyun raised his hands around his chest and raised eyebrows at them.

"Come!"

The roaring in unison almost scared the lineup next door.

"Long Commander Lang." He turned his head and threw his whistle to Lang Yan, Mo Shangyun said, "Help be a referee."

"it is good."

Raising his hand to pick up the whistle, Lang Yan responded quickly.

As far as this situation is concerned, it must be a match before the gang of cubs can stop.

but--

He kind of expected the little cubs to lose.

Since Mo Shangjun's results are the mainstay, then two projects must be demonstrated by Mo Shangjun first.

Next to the training ground is the shooting range. When a group of people rushed past, the pistol, rifle, and two magazines were prepared in advance.

On the open shooting range, the cold wind swept through the roar, and the atmosphere was solemn and serious.

Mo Shangjun and Lang Yan walked in front, the whole lined up and followed neatly, even at the same pace.

"Do you want to time?"

Stopping, Lang Yan asked Mo Shangyun.

"No need to."

Mo Shangyun shrugged.

"Ok."

Long Yan nodded.

The rear lineups stopped one after another. Everyone's expression was heavy, and his eyes fell tightly on Mo Shangjun.

Under the eyes of all eyes, Mo Shangyun walked towards the shooting point.

He took the rifle, mounted the magazine, aimed at the prone position, pulled the insurance, and pulled the trigger directly.

Like a cloud of water, all in one go!

"Bang Bang--"

Gunshots sounded and deafening.

The onlooker, holding his breath, stared at her shooting movements without blinking. The standard posture was like a textbook. Without years of training accumulation, it could not be practiced!

The sound of gunshots rang loudly, and on the large open space, they screamed past their ears. They looked intently, but they felt tired and panted.

The lying position, the kneeling position, the standing position, the alternation of the three positions, plus the exchange of two guns, Mo Shangyun has no pause, even the aiming time, she is only responsible for shooting!

But looking at others' eyes, he was dumbfounded.

The expert knows whether it is there or not!

They are all people who have been trained with guns. How can it not be possible to see the standard of the movement on the ink? !

Half-sounding, after finishing the ink on two magazines, the gun was retracted.

"You and her are alumni?"

Lang Yan stepped back a few steps and came to Lin Qi's side, asking with raised eyebrows.

"Report, yes!"

Lin Qi stood upright and answered clearly.

Made a little helpless by her glance, Lang Yan sighed and continued to ask, "Do you know her?"

"Report, I don't understand!" Lin Qi still answered rigidly.

Thinking about it, Lang Yan changed his way and asked, "Know?"

"Report, she doesn't know me!"

Lin Qi answered with a straight face.

"puff."

Lang Yan couldn't help laughing.

Suddenly, Lin Qi looked at him strangely.

Converging his expression, Lang Yan coughed and pretended to speak seriously, "Just talk, what do you know about her?"

Understanding the meaning of Lang Yan, Lin Qi thought for a while and then said, "Someone has evaluated her in their college."

"Oh?"

"She is the kind of person who will make as much effort as she wants," Lin Qi said in a word.

This is what others think of Mo Shangyun.

In fact, she is more inclined to "Mo Shangyun is the kind of person who wants to show the corresponding ability".

In other words, when Mo Shangyun had little or no “fight as hard as she could”, people once heard that if she wanted to get a scholarship, even if she had the ability to get full marks for every subject, she would stay at ninety. Minute.

Of course, this is just a rumor.

Mo Shangyun is one of the ten unsolved mysteries of their college.

"So, she didn't do her best?" Lang Yan asked enthusiastically.

With a positive look, Lin Qi commented, "I don't think she has exerted her best."

Lang Yan nodded, seemingly incomprehensible.

Between the two talking, the target inspector had recorded the data and walked over to Langyan.

Passing Mo Shangyun halfway through, he paused specifically, and gave her a strange look.

"Company commander."

The paper recording the data was handed to Lang Yan.

Lang Yan's eyes swept, and his eyes suddenly appeared stunned.

The man who recorded the data gave him a careful look and then stepped aside silently.

"Cough," after sweeping twice, Lang Yan folded the paper, and then took two steps backwards, and Yu Guang glanced unconsciously in the direction of Mo Shangyun. When he came back, he raised his voice and announced, "One hundred and ninety rings!"

Twenty rounds of bullets, 190 rings, not to mention 100 shots, on average, it is also 9.5 rings per shot, which is an extremely good result.

It should be known that fifty rounds of five rounds of bullets are easy, but the speed and posture change at the same speed as Mo Shangjun, plus the exchange of pistols and rifles, the 20 rounds can achieve such results, which is indeed a few grades higher than the average person.

but--

As long as it is not two hundred rings, it is not insurmountable!

So, although this group of people feel a little pressure, but they can achieve such a result, it is not without it!

"Go."

Shaking hands, Lang Yan motioned for them to go to the 400-meter barrier.

The entire lineup immediately turned around and walked towards the training ground in a neat and orderly step.

Mo Shangyun followed behind them.

As for Lang Yan, he stood on the spot and watched them leave, then exhaled quietly and opened the paper in his hand.

Twenty bullets, one off the target, one hundred and ninety rings.

A total of nineteen shots, all ten rings.

rub!

He didn't believe that shot was deliberately missed!