Gunshots rang out one after another in the shooting range.
With the fresh smell of gunpowder in her nose, Anthea looked at the valiant figures of the army standing side by side facing the targets in the distance and almost had the illusion that she was sitting at home watching TV plays about soldiers and war.
Adam had been sitting on the bench with her all the time.
He held her little hand and put it on his knee, looking very intimate.
Anthea saw that he hadn't fired a shot since he came here. She shook his big hand and said, "Adam, why don't you go with them?"
"Do you want to learn how to shoot?" Adam curled her lips.
"Can I touch a gun?" Anthea blinked her eyes.
Adam nodded without hesitation. He was totally obsessed with his little sweetheart.
Anthea was led by him to the target lane. It was the first time for her to have a close contact with these things, so she was a little excited. What was more important was that it was Adam who taught her. Beside feeling of freshness, feeling of love intoxicated her more.
Adam picked up a gun that suited her.
He was very patient. He was completely different from when training normal soldiers. His black eyes doted on her. He explained how to load the bullet and how to pull the trigger in detail. When he finished teaching, he would touch her head and ask her if she had understood.
If it was seen by the soldiers led by him, they would definitely cry and scream out of unfairness.
Adam stood behind her and held her in his arms from behind. Just like when he taught her martial arts in the disaster area, he taught her shooting extremely patiently.
He was tall and strong, and her body was small and slender. She was integrated into his arms.
Adam reminded her, "The recoil of the gun will be very strong when you shoot. Be careful, okay?"
"Got it!" Anthea nodded repeatedly.
She held the pistol with both hands, and her eyes were shining. She couldn't wait.
She aimed at the target in the distance and shot in excitement.
When she pulled the trigger, Adam's big hand covered her ears respectively. This was an indoor shooting range, which means that, unlike that in open space, there would be a loud noise when shooting.
After a "bang", Anthea immediately tried to check.
Embarrassing!
Missed!
Anthea knitted her delicate eyebrows. She pouted and asked, "Adam, am I too stupid?"
"Not stupid." Adam smiled and lied through his teeth, "It's a good shot."
Anthea felt ashamed.
"Good" is in the eyes of the beholder!
She concentrated and adjusted her posture. She raised the gun high again with both hands and aimed at the distant target. She held her breath and once again pulled the trigger.
After shooting more than ten bullets in a row, none had even hit the target, let alone hit the bull's eye!
Anthea felt it so difficult!
It seemed that her hands were more suitable for using scalpels...
When she lowered her head and was trying to figure it out, a gunshot suddenly rang out next to her.
"BANG"
"BANG—" "BANG—"
Three successive gunshots rang out one after another.
It was Amelie Celestin that stood beside her.
Amelie hit the bull's eye in the first shot and in the second and third as well. When Anthea failed to hit the target for a dozen times, Amelie easily hit the center of the target.
Anthea pursed his lips.
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