We asked you to solve cases, and here you are sharing your criminal experiences?

Target position number five is on the far side.

Instructor Chen followed along, somewhat worried.

"Little girl, this is your first time handling a gun, please don't be nervous."

Old Chen pointed to the target paper in front of him, which was about 25 meters away.

"Never point a gun at a person, and never put your finger into the trigger guard before you are ready to fire."

Old Chen went on and on about the safety precautions.

Song Qianxia nodded repeatedly, pretending to be a well-behaved and obedient student.

Gu Tingchen was standing less than two meters behind her.

Those dark eyes were fixed on her back.

"Get ready," Gu Tingchen ordered in a deep voice.

Song Qianxia suddenly inhaled a large breath of cold air.

She was frantically brainwashing herself in her mind.

It must miss the target.

We must produce a terrible result.

We absolutely cannot let this living devil see through our scheme.

Song Qianxia reluctantly raised her hands.

She deliberately stood with her feet turned inward.

His shoulders were hunched over, and he looked awkward no matter how you looked at him.

Lin Wan watched the spectacle from a distance, arms crossed.

"With that posture, the recoil will send her tumbling to the ground," Lin Wan mocked.

Old Chen got anxious and wanted to go up and help her correct her posture.

"Stop, stop, stop! Your posture is wrong, your center of gravity is too high!"

But Gu Tingchen stopped Old Chen.

"Let her fight it herself." Gu Tingchen's gaze never left Song Qianxia's hand holding the gun.

Song Qianxia sneered inwardly.

As long as I don't exert any force, I'll just fall backward when the gun goes off.

You can fake a sprained ankle and take paid sick leave.

"Open the insurance policy," came Gu Tingchen's voice.

Song Qianxia clumsily flicked the safety button on the side with her thumb.

"Load the gun."

Song Qianxia gripped the sleeve with her left hand and pulled it back forcefully.

A crisp "click" sounded.

The bullet is loaded.

This simple loading action made Gu Tingchen's eyes narrow instantly.

Although she acted clumsily.

But the moment she pushes the sleeve, the point of force of her fingers and the angle of her wrist rotation.

It's textbook standard.

That's an instinct ingrained in your bones, honed through thousands of repetitions.

Song Qianxia closed one eye and aimed at the target paper in front of her.

She planned to aim directly at the outermost white area of ​​the target paper, or even hit the wall directly.

"Bang!"

A huge gunshot rang out in the indoor shooting range.

The recoil of the heavy pistol was suddenly transmitted to Song Qianxia's wrist.

In that very instant.

A sudden change occurred.

The muscle memory of a thousand faces, the instant you feel that familiar recoil.

I have fully awakened.

Years of life-or-death battles had conditioned her body into an absolute conditioned reflex.

Within a fraction of a second of the gun firing and the recoil surging upwards.

Song Qianxia's originally loose wrists instinctively tightened.

Her shoulders slumped involuntarily, perfectly dissipating the violent recoil into the ground.

The pigeon-toed stance automatically adjusted to the most stable tactical position the moment the gun was fired.

Even more terrifying.

Her gaze was completely out of her control.

The retina automatically aligns with the sights and notch at the moment the trigger is pulled.

The first shot has been fired.

The entire firing range was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Old Chen raised his binoculars and took a look.

I almost dropped the binoculars in my hand.

"Ten...ten rings?" Old Chen's voice trembled.

Zhao Ming and Xiao Wang stared wide-eyed, their jaws practically dropping to the floor.

Lin Wan's mocking expression froze instantly.

"How is this possible?" Lin Wan exclaimed in disbelief.

How could a novice who couldn't even stand steadily actually hit the bullseye with a gun that had the greatest recoil?

Song Qianxia was dumbfounded.

She stared at the still-smoking gun barrel, tears welling up in her eyes, but to no avail.

Damn.

This damn occupational hazard.

Muscle memory doesn't obey the brain's commands at all.

Song Qianxia quickly put the gun down and scratched her head awkwardly.

"Oh dear, what a lucky break!"

Song Qianxia forced an innocent smile.

"This must be the legendary newbie protection period, right? My luck is just too good!"

She tried desperately to justify herself.

Gu Tingchen looked at her restless eyes and a smile crept onto his lips.

New player protection period?

She really dares to use such an excuse.

"Continue," Gu Tingchen said calmly. "Nine more shots."

The heavy pistol in Song Qianxia's hand was now hotter than a branding iron.

Gu Tingchen's words, "Continue," echoed in the empty shooting range, sending chills down her spine.

She turned her head and looked at Zhao Ming pitifully.

Deputy Captain Zhao, who usually loves to smooth things over, was now staring at her with shining eyes, as if he were looking at a monkey in a zoo that had just learned to count.

The distress call went unanswered.

Song Qianxia could only turn around again and face the innocent target paper.

"Captain Gu, if I break through the ceiling, I won't have to pay for it, right?" Song Qianxia made her last attempt.

Gu Tingchen stood behind her with his arms crossed.

"Breaking through each ring will deduct 100 yuan from your bonus. It will be deducted from your 10,000 yuan."

Upon hearing that her pay would be deducted, Song Qianxia immediately panicked.

Capitalists are capitalists; they're always scheming to take advantage of workers' wallets!

She clenched her back teeth, making a grinding sound, and gripped the gun handle with both hands again.

This time she learned her lesson and decided not to look at the bullseye.

As long as the eye is not focused, the body's muscle memory should not automatically correct the trajectory.

Song Qianxia deliberately pressed her wrist down, aiming the gun at the bottom of the target paper.

To hell with the 10 rings, I want to kill earthworms!

She closed her eyes and pulled the trigger sharply.

"Bang!"

The immense recoil struck again.

But just a millisecond before firing, her body betrayed her brain once again.

Years of life-or-death training have long since given her body a perfect defense and counter-attack mechanism.

Even with her eyes closed, her right arm automatically rose three centimeters the instant the recoil was transmitted, perfectly counteracting the downward force.

Old Chen, holding up his high-powered binoculars, let out a gasp.

"Wow! Another bullseye!"

Old Chen was so excited that the flesh on his face was twitching.

"Old Gu, did you see that? This girl can actually blind-fire! She can find the bullseye even with her eyes closed, what kind of insane gun sense is that!"

Upon hearing this, Song Qianxia nearly spat out a mouthful of blood onto the shooting platform.

Who's going to blind-fire?!

Who wants to find the heart?!

I just want to dig a hole and crawl into it!

She opened her eyes and stared in despair at the arrogant bullet hole on the target paper.

Right next to those three bullet holes, they formed a perfect square.

Xiao Wang was so excited that he kept slapping his thigh.

"Xiao Song! You're amazing! With your skill level, you could definitely win first place in the provincial competition!"

Zhao Ming echoed this sentiment.

"You bet you are! I thought you were just a beginner, but you're actually a hidden master. Did you used to practice shooting with a slingshot at home every day?"

Song Qianxia's lips twitched twice.

Practice shooting with a slingshot? I used to practice shooting bulletproof glass with a heavy sniper rifle every day!

"Six shots left." Gu Tingchen's cold voice rang out again.

My gaze remained fixed on Song Qianxia's hand holding the gun.