Reincarnated in Britain, I go to Hogwarts

At night, Diana and the princes did not wait for Charles to come back for dinner, nor did Prince Charles call back, as if this was a silent understanding between the two couples and even the entire apartment.

The girl named Diana once was so dazzling under the wedding of the century, but now she is so dim.

How could the bodyguards and maids have dinner with the 'masters'?

To protect the apartment, the four bodyguards took turns eating in groups of two, and Ans happened to be in a group with Barry. After all, he could be said to be the 'team leader'. Although he did not have this position, he was With Diana.

"what have you found?"

During the meal, Barry talked to Ans. Before, in the car, he didn't want to worry anyone, so he kept silent, but now that they were alone, they could talk freely.

"Two people are not ordinary paparazzi," Ans picked and put aside the white fat, while responding to Barry's words, "The other party obviously knows this time. Next time, consider changing the time? If you want to be safe, at least change it. Time changes place.”

"I made this proposal before," Barry took a sip of milk tea, "but the princess rejected it."

"Then get ready." Ans put down the bowl and took a sip of black tea. "I have a hunch that the curtain of the stage is about to rise and open."

"Hmm... do you want to practice shooting?"

Barry also put down his bowl, intending to invite the other party to continue trying his skills, but considering that he had just finished eating, he proposed another project.

Oh?

Ans raised his eyebrows and looked at Barry. He didn't expect that this apartment, which was larger than an ordinary apartment and comparable to a villa, actually had a shooting range.

In ancient times, men liked horses, wine and women. These three things, women can be said to be weapons, just like modern men call their cars 'she'. In modern times, they also love cars, beautiful women and good wine. Here, beauties can also be replaced. .seven

Cold weapons and hot weapons.

Who doesn’t love firearms?

In the United States, you don’t have a waistband, and you don’t feel safe even when you go out on the street.

Behind the garden apartment, Barry took him in to the shooting range where they, the bodyguards, used to shoot guns during their daily training.

Due to size limitations, it can only shoot targets up to 100 meters away, and most of the firearms are pistols.

"Do you still have the gun I gave you this afternoon?"

Ans didn't even make a 'take out' action. He just flipped his free palm up and a silver-black pistol appeared in his hand.

This move made Barry stunned for a moment, what is this?

Different space?forth dimension?

Barry's eyes changed when he looked at Ans.

"You know magic? No, no, no, just pretend you didn't hear what I said." Barry blurted out the correct answer and immediately waved his hand to reject it. "You are very powerful. If it were still the same cowboy duel, I'm sure Suppress your reputation as a quick shooter."

"That's fine, this title doesn't work," he waved his left hand to express his disapproval of the title. Not only did he feel that the title was poisonous, but he also felt that the title was poisonous. He was not happy at all if it lasted for a long time. What is a big stupid elephant?He is just a big elephant, okay? Although he likes cats, he is not a tiger.

boom--

After missing the red heart with one shot, Ans made a decision about the gun. After adjusting it slightly, he quickly pulled the trigger.

Eight gunshots rang out in an instant, and when Ans stopped, there was a 'click', the sound of the barrel emptying.

When Barry got the target paper, he took a look at it and decided to remain silent, because there was only a hole in the center - slightly larger.

Not counting the first bullet, he was familiar with firearms, but the subsequent eight shots were all fired quickly and hit one spot. Barry thought about it and felt that he couldn't do it. If it was possible to take it slow, even he could only guarantee it. Rapid Fire hits the heart, not a dot in the heart, and then looks at Anse like he's looking at 'BT'.

Is this guy from the Special Forces?

Putting Karakura's pistol on the table, Ans ignored Barry's eyes. He didn't want to pay attention to this man. He was just more accurate than others. The fuss made him quite embarrassed.

Then, Ans found the firearms he wanted, two Italian Beretta M92s. They had not been customized and were prototype guns. You were not polite. Ans grabbed the two pistols and held a large box of bullets and bullets. The box came to the target paper table.

Although it was unnecessary, Ans decided to play with the pistol with the attitude of not fighting for nothing.

On this side, Barry seemed to have regained his confidence. He also selected a pistol and a bullet magazine and came to Ans's side. Like him, he loaded the bullet in the empty magazine. Barry's expression on loading the bullet was very focused, but through the corner of his eye, he Sense something wrong.

Ans's hands were like butterflies piercing flowers. In just the time it took for others to load a magazine, Ans had placed three magazines.

Barry shook his head, feeling that he was stunned. First he was grabbed by the neck, and just now he was planning to use target shooting to find a place, and now he was standing next to the opponent and loading bullets.

It can be predicted that Barry awakened his aptitude as a prophet at this moment, and he foresaw that Nobandi would give him a huge surprise in the next moment.

And the same is true.

When Barry only had five magazines, Ans had already prepared twenty empty magazines. Ans grabbed both guns and fully activated his senses, and the scarlet wheel formed by the eye of insight bloomed quietly.

bang bang bang-

The two guns fired almost at the same time, and the triggers were pulled very quickly, which also proved that the magazine would be empty soon, but as if calculated, the empty magazine fell with a click, and the empty gun was held in the left hand. A stroke on the waist.

Barry saw nothing, only heard the 'click' sound of the magazine and the pistol fitting together. He stretched his left hand forward and continued to fire. On the other side, the pistol in Ans's right hand dropped the empty magazine, and he also held the gun at his waist. He didn't know how to change the magazine, but Ans didn't stop firing until the magazine was exhausted.

Barry didn't even load the bullet. He once again doubted whether the other party was a magician, so this ordinary pistol had the effect of [infinite bullets].

Ignoring the stunned silence, Barry gestured to the other party and put the two Berettas into his arms. Although he already had two customized Berettas, this was still not too much.

Renovate it to pay tribute to Sister Levi.

When Ans walked out of the shooting range, where the garden path passed under the moonlight night, a graceful woman stood at the end of the road.

"Good evening, Mr. Nobandi?"

"Good evening, Your Royal Highness."

Ans walked in front of the other party and bent down in response to her greeting.

"You can call me 'Diana', if that's okay," the princess turned around with her hands behind her back, a little naughty, "You're not just a bodyguard, right?"

"princess……"

"And the person I'm protecting is not me...nor Charles, is it them?"

Huh~

Ans's pupils shrank slightly. This woman did not look like a angry girl, nor did she look like a poor student who had not graduated from high school.

She is very smart.