Reborn At Weight Camp: General Don't Mess Around
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And the level of painting this girl had also shocked her. At night, after glancing at the men, not only could he remember their faces, but he could also paint them clearly. That's just amazing!

“This is a portrait of a man with an accent of Hongkou City. He had a wound, which should have been on his waist. When he got off the motorcycle, he consciously put his hand on the right side of his waist.” Ye Jian handed this silhouette sketch to Xia Jinyuan's hand. “There are three more. Just a minute."

Concentrated, the look in Ye Jian's eyes was calm and cold. As the pencil in his hand drew, a faint cold glint flashed across his eyes. “I checked the wounded soldier's gun. It was a QSZ92 semi-automatic pistol with a total of fifteen bullets, and only one bullet was fired.”

"If this bullet hits a guy with a Hongkou accent, then he should still be in the hotel for now."

The QSZ92 semi-automatic pistol, from the DAP92 series, is equipped with ordinary bullets 9mm hard steel core. This type of bullet has a small intensity of fire and is so powerful that at a distance of 50 meters can penetrate the pine board as thick as 50 mm after hitting the helmet steel plate as thick as 1.3 mm, while the other gun bullets can not penetrate it.

Judging from this aspect, if the suspect was hit by a weapon, all he had to do now was stop the bleeding before moving elsewhere!

Xia Jinyuan's sharp eyes had examined Ye Jian's face from top to bottom several times. Then, he raised his eyebrows and smiled. “It looks like you have learned a lot in the army. You even know this. ”

“There are two more portraits to draw. Finish it in four minutes, okay?” As Xia Jinyuan noticed the calm and cold look in Ye Jian's eyes, she decided to use a soothing tone to ask him, in order not to let this little girl have an opinion about him.

Normally, it was the people around 20-year-old Xia Jinyuan who had to carefully observe her words and expressions. He never thought that he needed to pay attention to the expression of a little girl from a small village.

His suddenly softened tone of voice made Ye Jian somewhat confused. After raising his head and glancing at him, he lowered his head indifferently. “The other four are portraits of their side faces. I will try to see if I can remember their faces from the front view.”

While he asks one after another specific questions, he does not stop painting, “I do not know your settings, but the target is worried and your partner is hurt. It was a decision-making mistake.

…

He continued to draw the rest of the portraits. Beside him, Xia Jinyuan remained silent. Were it not for his energy being too formidable to ignore, he would have thought he was gone.

“You're right, it's my fault. I wish the suspects could take the bait, but it turns out.. I won't make such a mistake next time!” He said with a somewhat cold tone and expression. Slowly, his voice became completely low-pitched. Taking a sketch of the front picture that was inferred from the side face portrait, Xia Jinyuan, amazed, once again looked at Ye Jian and said, "You surprise me every time we meet."

Rolling up the homework paper, he looked at Ye Jian with a stern expression on his handsome face. He reminded her, “Tonight may not be peaceful. Stay in camp, don't take a walk. ”

Ye Jian put down the pencil and looked at him. Frowning, he said with concern, “How are you going to enter the hotel? Liao Jian's father was already there.”

"Rest assured. We will manage. No more partners will be hurt. ” Xia Jinyuan slightly nodded at Ye Jian. With a stern and solemn expression on his face, it seemed like he made a promise to her.

Highlight his eyes once again warned Ye Jian not to come out of the camp. And then, he turned around and left the dormitory.