In the huge shooting range, there was complete silence, and you could hear the drop of a needle.
The scene that happened before our eyes had an unprecedented visual impact on everyone.
It took more than half a minute for someone to come back to their senses and couldn't help but exclaim:
"Does this kid think he is a master of guns? He wants to shoot while blindfolded?"
"If he can do it, he will definitely go down in history and set a Guinness record!"
"Tch! Don't be so fanciful! Even a world champion can't accomplish such a feat!"
On the other side, Sun Xiang's face showed unconcealable shock, and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
After being a general, he grew up in a military camp. Under the influence, his marksmanship was far better than ordinary people, so he was able to achieve a good score of 95 just now.
However, Ye Fan's current actions shocked him like never before.
Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, as if he thought of something, he said coldly:
"Boy, you know you can't hit the target, so you deliberately pull off stunts to impress the public! This way, even if you miss the target, it won't be too embarrassing. If you are lucky enough to hit a few, you can still brag for a long time!"
After hearing this, everyone around them immediately understood and agreed:
"Sun Shao clearly sees through this kid's tricks at a glance!"
"Hmph... I've long disliked this guy, so I knew I'd do something stupid!"
"Let him brag to the sky, and when he shoots, all the secrets will be revealed!"
These cynicisms did not affect Ye Fan's mentality.
Amid the commotion, he clenched his pistol, raised his right arm in a "blind" state, aimed at the target paper 50 meters away, and then pulled the trigger.
“Bang bang bang bang bang!!!”
A series of gunshots suddenly sounded.
Ye Fan did not fire another shot every 2 or 3 seconds like Sun Xiang did.
For a few breaths, without any pause, he pressed the trigger and fired ten bullets.
Seeing this scene, Sun Xiang had a contemptuous smile on his face.
In this kind of shooting competition, the faster you shoot, the better.
When the bullet is fired, it is subject to the pressure of the gunpowder gas, which pushes the rear seat of the firearm, causing recoil.
Therefore, after each shot, it takes time to adjust the position to ensure that the muzzle is aligned with the target star.
If Ye Fan fires in rapid succession, even if the first shot is on target, the subsequent shots will become more and more skewed until they miss the target.
In Sun Xiang's view, the outcome has been decided, and Ye Fan has been completely defeated.
At this time, Ye Fan took off the handkerchief covering his eyes. His face was calm and calm, showing the demeanor of a master.
"Boy, you have no ability, but you are pretending to be decent! It's a pity that you don't want to act!" Sun Xiang said coldly.
Ye Fan glanced at him casually, did not speak to refute, and did not take him seriously at all.
This kind of disregard made Sun Xiang even more angry. His anger surged, and the veins on his forehead stood up. He gritted his teeth and said, "You bastard, how dare you pretend to be cool?!"
As he spoke, his eyes turned red and he clenched his fists, as if he was about to fight at the next moment.
For a time, the atmosphere in the venue was tense and extremely tense.
The onlookers all around retreated one after another, looking like they were gloating at the misfortune and waiting for a good show.
As the young master of the Sun family, Sun Xiang usually acts in a high-profile manner and is arrogant. In addition to his superb marksmanship, his fighting ability is not inferior to that of the special forces.
In addition, with the support of the Sun family, even if others were beaten by him, they would not dare to retaliate and could only swallow their anger.
At this moment, the staff member had already walked to the target, took off the target paper, and shouted:
"Ten 10 rings, total - 100 rings!"
…
As soon as this statement came out, it was like a bombshell exploding in the ears of everyone present.
The smile on Sun Xiang's face froze in an instant, and his whole body seemed to be petrified, standing there, unable to move.
Others were also stunned, their brains went blank, and they thought they were hearing hallucinations.
100 rings, how is this possible?
You know, Ye Fan's performance just now, no matter how you look at it, he is a layman who has just come into contact with guns!
What's more important is that he shot while blindfolded, so it was not easy to hit the target. Even an Olympic champion couldn't achieve a ten-ring score with every shot.
"No! Impossible!"
Sun Xiang was like an angry lion, roaring at the staff fifty meters away: "Bring the target paper over and let me check it!"
In his opinion, Ye Fan was probably cheating, and he might even have used some means to bribe the staff at the shooting range to lie about his results.
Soon, the staff member ran all the way to Sun Xiang and handed him the target paper respectfully.
Sun Xiang took the target paper and looked down, only to see a small bullet hole at the 10th ring in the center of the huge target paper.
"Humph!" Sun Xiang snorted coldly, grabbed the collar of the staff member, and angrily shouted: "There is only one bullet hole on this target paper, where did the 100 rings come from? Are you kidding me?"
Seeing his ferocious look, the staff turned pale with fright and stammered: "First... sir, our targets here have infrared sensors, and there will never be any deviation! You... take a closer look.
This target paper!"
Hearing this, Sun Xiang looked suspicious and looked at the target paper carefully.
A few seconds later, he seemed to have made some shocking discovery. His pupils suddenly shrank into needle-like shapes, and his whole body was shaken violently, as if he had been shocked by electricity, as if he was about to fall to the ground in the next moment.
Seeing his strange appearance, someone next to him asked: "Brother Xiang, what happened? Is there anything weird on this target paper?"
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"
The next moment, everyone in the venue craned their necks and looked at the bullet hole in the center of the target paper, extremely curious.
Looking closely, there is indeed only one bullet hole in the center. If it is full, it means that one shot has hit 10 rings. The other 9 rounds have missed the target. How can it be 100 rings?
Suddenly, someone had a flash of inspiration and exclaimed in disbelief: "Could it be that... those ten bullets all hit the same position, and the bullet holes overlapped, that's why this happened?"
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"hiss!"
Hearing this, everyone around him couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, and felt huge waves in their hearts. They were so surprised that they couldn't be more surprised.
You know, the bullet hole in the Type 92 pistol is only half the size of a fingernail.
Therefore, as long as there is a slight deviation, it will be reflected on the target paper.
Ten bullets in a row hit the same position at the same time, accurate to the millimeter. This is really incredible.
Not to mention humans, even robots probably can’t do it!
Shocking!
Unparalleled shock!
At this moment, no one in the venue knew what words to use to describe their mood.
I don’t know how long it took, but someone finally came to his senses, looked at Ye Fan with lustful eyes, and murmured:
"Holy crap! Do the perspective mounts and self-aiming mounts in the game also exist in reality?"
"It's real! There is no other possibility except cheating!"
"Stop talking nonsense! If there is such a thing, I will be the first to buy it, no matter how much it costs!"
"That's right! He's really awesome. It's not an exaggeration to say he's a master of guns!"
"If this were on the battlefield, one would definitely be worth a hundred!"
Suddenly, the attitude of everyone in the venue towards Ye Fan changed 180 degrees.
The reason why they mocked Ye Fan was because they mistakenly thought he was a pretentious criminal who only knew how to brag!
And now, Ye Fan has proved his strength with actions.
A truly strong person is respected by everyone no matter where he is!
Facing a person who is better than themselves, they may feel jealous, but when facing a being who stands on top of the world, they will only feel out of reach, and even worship him.
However, under everyone's admiring gaze, Ye Fan's expression remained as usual, without any hint of pride or complacency, as if everything just now was just a basic operation for him.
Everyone in the venue had no idea that although Ye Fan covered his eyes with a handkerchief, his consciousness was far better than vision and he could see everything within a hundred meters.
At the same time, Ye Fan also injected internal energy into the bullet to control the bullet's flight trajectory.
Let alone making ten rounds, even letting the bullet "dance" in the air is a piece of cake.