"Hahaha, he wants to learn, but our coach may not be willing to teach him yet!"
"Coach Zhao, why don't you join our team? I see you have a pretty good foundation!"
"That's right, but don't be like the last coach, who was beaten down by our coach Pete within a few days!"
Zhao Dong turned a deaf ear to the doubts and ridicules around him.
When the second team saw that Zhao Dong was silent, everyone became disappointed.
Xue Yang took the lead and asked: "Coach Zhao, although I don't know where Mr. Pan found you, but what are your abilities?"
Zhao Dong stared at her slender eyebrows, "You hate that Chen Ming, don't you?"
Xue Yang was stunned when asked, "That's right!"
Zhao Dong said casually, "I hate him too. Give me a month and I'll ask him to carry your shoes. Is this considered a skill?"
Xue Yang's eyes lit up. Although he didn't know how capable Coach Zhao was, he spoke quite wildly, which was quite to his liking.
Before she could reply, the first team exploded, "Holy shit, Zhao, what the hell are you pretending to be?"
"That's it, don't think that just because you have the name of coach, we won't dare to do anything to you!"
"You look down on our captain, who the hell are you?"
The first team was eager to try, and they were all gearing up, hoping for a group fight.
Zhao Dong ignored him, put his hands in his pockets, and walked forward slowly.
Someone deliberately blocked the road, but he knocked him away with his shoulder.
Under the strange aura, no one dared to stop him.
Seeing Zhao Dong walking towards the shooting range, Chen Ming sarcastically said, "Does the person named Zhao know how to play with a gun? Do you want me to teach you?"
Zhao Dong didn't answer and picked up the training gun that Xue Yang had just used from the table. He didn't see any movement and the bolt had been removed.
The security officer on the side was stunned, and when he wanted to stop it, it was already too late.
Fortunately, Zhao Dong didn't make any extra moves. He just took a quick look in front of his eyes, then loaded the gun bolt skillfully and stretched out his hand to the safety officer.
The security officer looked back at Xiaotian, saw her nodding, and then handed over a few training bombs.
Loading, pressing the chamber, and pulling the bolt are all done in one go.
Xue Yang stared at it from a distance, only feeling that Zhao Dong at this moment was a little different from before. He couldn't tell the details. He was not very handsome, but he had an aura that could not be concealed.
It wasn't until someone handed her the earphones that she came back to her senses.
Zhao Dong did not connect the headphones, raised the gun, aimed, and pulled the trigger.
A rapid fire, and before others could react, the gunfire ended.
While everyone was in a daze, he turned around and left.
The two teams gathered around curiously, and soon someone reported the target, "Four shots missed the target, one shot made ten rings!"
Everyone laughed.
The first team laughed the loudest, "Haha, what the hell is this? No wonder they run so fast!"
"This is a ten-ring shot, I guess you are also confused, right?"
No one on the second team refuted it, even if the coach was of this caliber, they were also disgraced.
Only Xue Yang was staring at the bull's-eye, with a sudden flash of brilliance in his eyes.
Chen Ming stepped forward and said, "Xue Yang, you have seen what this guy named Zhao is capable of. How can you compete in the competition if you practice with him?"
"You are still......"
Xue Yang interrupted, "Shut up!"
Just as he was talking, the target announcer over there corrected him, "I'm sorry, I made a mistake just now. All five shots hit, all ten!"
After the words fell, the scene was completely silent!
Xue Yang quickly turned his gaze, but where was Zhao Dong still in the training ground?