"What's up?"
Frowning slightly, Flossie Wright halted in her tracks.
Waiting for him to come over.
"I heard you moved out of the cooking class," Rowdy Brightwill's face did not hide his smile. There was a hint of sincerity in his laughing eyes, "Congratulations, you've officially moved over."
"Thanks."
She responded with a perfunctory nod.
After a pause, Flossie Wright suddenly raised her eyebrows at him, "Fancy a shoot-out?"
Huh.
Rowdy Brightwill was slightly taken aback. He could see the hint of amusement in Flossie Wright's face, so he responded, "At your service, as always."
He always knew about Flossie Wright's shooting skills. As a person living in the Forces, he is always interested in all strong people and things. Since Flossie Wright took the initiative this time, he naturally wouldn't refuse.
Standing position, ten bullets, a thousand meters, beyond the scope of the 95-style automatic rifles.
However, for them, it was nothing more than a drill.
