Reborn: I Stock Up and Bully the Trash to Dominate the Apocalypse

She was still a little excited.

After the excitement, she wondered where Qi Mingyu got the pistol from?

When he was discharged from the army, he must have handed in all his equipment, especially weapons. Could he have kept it privately?

The next afternoon, she followed Qi Mingyu to a wide area.

Half a floor was exposed in the water ahead. Qi Mingyu found some beer bottles from somewhere and placed them in a row on the roof.

He handed Zhou Shuwan an even smaller pistol, then installed a silencer on the gun and handed it to her.

The size is perfect for her hand.

Zhou Shuwan touched the silencer lovingly, feeling somewhat envious: "You even have this equipment."

She was a little curious, so she came forward and asked, "Where did you get them?"

Qi Mingyu seemed not to hear and rowed back and forth to adjust the distance between himself and the beer bottle.

Zhou Shuwan stared at him for a long time, but he didn't even turn his head towards her.

This means that you are unwilling to say it.

Tsk, who cares!

Zhou Shuwan tried his position with the pistol.

The next second, Qi Mingyu was standing behind her, his large, powerful hands resting on her shoulders: "Keep your shoulders flat."

Zhou Shuwan froze for a moment.

The other party's magnetic voice sounded gently: "Relax, Wanwan, I won't hurt you."

Zhou Shuwan took a few deep breaths, tried his best to ignore the big hands on his shoulders, clenched the pistol with both fists, and looked forward.

"Stand with your legs apart and at shoulder level."

"Don't be so stiff with your hands. Relax a little."

"Keep your chin up and your gaze level with your target."

……

Qi Mingyu was very patient and corrected her posture one by one.

When she was ready, he gave the order: "Shoot!"

Zhou Shuwan pulled the trigger. With the silencer on, the sound of the bolt was not loud, but the recoil was still very strong.

She was caught off guard and suddenly stepped back, directly into Qi Mingyu's arms.

Both of them felt a little embarrassed for a moment.

Zhou Shuwan hurriedly took two steps forward and looked at the beer bottle in the distance: "Looks like it missed?"

"Yes, you need to practice more." Qi Mingyu stood behind her and looked at her figure, saying calmly.

"If I hit the target with one shot, then I will become a sharpshooter." Zhou Shuwan joked.

Qi Mingyu smiled and said, "You are already an excellent archer. With more practice, you will become a sharpshooter in no time."

He has always been calm and composed, and it is rare to hear him make such frivolous jokes.

Zhou Shuwan turned around and looked at him.

The other person stood in the cloudy sky, with his hands behind his back, broad shoulders and long legs, standing tall, and his face was angular and extremely handsome.

His deep eyes were looking at her intently and gently.

Zhou Shuwan asked, "Is this pistol a gift for me?"

Qi Mingyu looked at her without saying a word.

"What's the reward?"

Qi Mingyu pondered, as if he found it difficult to speak.

Zhou Shuwan said directly, "How about I exchange five tons of gasoline for a pistol and 500 bullets?"

Before the end of the world, she and her father went to great lengths to buy 8 tons of gasoline.

5 tons of gasoline in exchange for a pistol and 500 bullets is already a lot.

Qi Mingyu was obviously shocked by her generosity.

Although the two families have a good relationship, they also have their own secrets.

He didn't ask where Zhou Shuwan got the gasoline from, but just shook his head: "Wanwan, I gave you the pistol."

Zhou Shuwan bit her lip and said, "Brother Xiaoyu, I can't accept such an expensive gift from you for no reason."

Qi Mingyu felt her alienation.

He was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, but I don't need the gasoline for now, so I'll keep it with you."

If you put the gasoline here, who does it belong to?

Zhou Shuwan was about to speak when the other party nodded: "Wanwan, practice."

Both sides fell silent.

When she returned home in the evening and was about to go upstairs, Qi Mingyu suddenly called her, "Wanwan."

Zhou Shuwan stood on the steps and turned to look at him.

The other person was facing the backlight, so the expression on his face was not very clear: "Wanwan, don't feel any psychological burden."

Zhou Shuwan was puzzled.