One Night Lovely Wife $5.50: Overwhelming Black Belly Husband Chapter 589: The national husband came to military training【66】
The AB class shooting competition provoked by Zhao Zhijian was completely ulterior motive.
The competition was a pretense, and it was his and Lan Zhirou's original intention to draw Na Lan Xiner out and create a "little accident".
Of course, Zhao Zhijian's brain couldn't come up with such an idea. This idea was planned by Lan Zhirou, and promised him considerable benefits-for example, after the promise was fulfilled, he would be in this military camp. , Let Zhao Zhijian pick the place and have a close contact with him in the wild.
Zhao Zhijian Jing ~ insects on the brain, so agreed.
As a result, he lost the match just now. Although he was annoyed, it didn't really hit him, because the ultimate goal in his heart was not to compete, but to let Nalan Xiner——
Die!
Zhao Zhijian silently pulled the trigger.
His purpose couldn't be more obvious, he was going to shoot Nalan Xiner!
Under the public eye, he certainly couldn't say with much fanfare, I'm going to kill that bastard!
He could only use the opportunity of the match against Nalan Xiner to take advantage of the chaos and put the blame on "missing the gun" and "failure of the pistol".
Doesn't this kind of accident happen often on a shooting range?
Lan Zhirou said that she had already dealt with Lieutenant Zhang, and Lieutenant Zhang would say it was a gun failure, and there was nothing wrong with supporting them,
Zhao Zhijian thought, unfortunately, he can't aim at Nalan Xiner's head, and he can't raise his arm to aim at her heart, it's too obvious.
He could only take advantage of the crowd's chatter, raise his hand slightly, and aim at the aorta of Nalan Xiner's leg.
It is said that if the shot is accurate, if it can burst the opponent's aorta, it is not far from the dead. Even the worst and worst outcome, will you be lame if you don't die?
So bastard, you die!
Zhao Zhijian pulled the trigger without hesitation.
A silenced pistol that fires the last bullet in rapid succession.
The AB classmates around me were still arguing, and no one noticed at all. Some people were frantically doing some shameful deeds.
Zhao Zhijian secretly observed Nalan Xiner proudly, ready to see the pained expression on her body, how this arrogant woman rolled to the ground in embarrassment because of the severe pain and the passing of her life——
Fear! beg for mercy!
However, he never imagined that before he saw the pain of the straw bag, he could not bear the pain!
On the side of the leg, there was a piercing pain, and the pain was dead!
A male classmate like Zhao Zhijian, he arched his body in pain, sweat dripping from his head, his eyes staring at Nalan Xiner, his legs were bleeding, and his eyes were about to bleed: "You bastard. You bastard, you, you dare to shoot me?!..."
Compared to Zhao Zhijian's embarrassment, Nalan Xiner was much calmer, she smiled sweetly: "Yo, isn't it bad to be honest? Zhao Zhijian, why do you still spray people with blood? You are not careful yourself. Clean~gun~go~fire, what does it have to do with us?"
"Ridiculous, how could I possibly hit myself?" Zhao Zhijian said through gritted teeth, unable to bear the pain.
The classmates next to her were frightened, and no one dared to speak up.
Lan Zhirou was surprised to see the "little accident" she had carefully planned, but unexpectedly unexpected accidents happened. She couldn't help but her eyes dimmed a little. Then she looked at Zhao Zhijian, who was bleeding profusely. Incompetent bungler.
Nalan Xiner is the most laid-back and most comfortable, she said softly, "Why is it impossible? Maybe you are a self-sadist?"
Everyone reacted and snickered.
Lan Zhirou knows that she can't fight Nalan Xiner by bickering. Since such an accident happened, she must turn the situation to her advantage as soon as possible!
She immediately shouted at the top of her voice: "Adjutant Zhang, Xiner shot away~ it's on fire! Come on!"
Since Zhao Zhijian has been sacrificed, then I will drag the scumbag girl into the water!
No one wants to be clean.