"Pistols are relatively simple, suitable for a rookie like you, pick one yourself." The man with the head of the plane said sarcastically.
Chen Zifei nodded and took a Glott. He took out the magazine and there was no bullet in it. He loaded the magazine and dry-fired it to try the feel. I have to say that although this pistol is non-military, it is
The materials used are still very solid, and the weight and texture are almost the same as those of military products. If I hadn't touched too many guns over the years, I wouldn't be able to tell the difference.
Why does this guy seem to have never touched a pistol? He must have lied to me before. He is not a mercenary. Qin Yun'er was extremely anxious. No matter how he looked at Chen Zifei, he looked like a novice. He couldn't feel that he was a mercenary.
A battle-hardened mercenary.
The man in the head of the plane laughed and said: "Have you never seen a real guy? This is much different from the water gun you have played with before. Please open your eyes this time, hahahaha."
There were already some guests at the shooting range. When they saw the group of people at the front of the plane, they knew something was going on, so they all came over to watch the fun.
A young man with gauze wrapped around his head shouted: "Today our brother Hong is going to have a bet with this boy. If Brother Hong wins, this boy's girlfriend will be Brother Hong's. If Brother Hong loses, he will bark like a dog."
Climb around the pedestrian street, of course, this is impossible, please come and bear witness to prevent this kid from defaulting on his debt."
"Okay, we all testify that this is a duel for women, it's so exciting."
"It's a fun bet to bet on a beautiful girl. I'll bet on that guy and I'll win. If I can beat my girlfriend, I must be confident in my own strength."
"What do you know? Didn't you see that kid like that? Maybe he has never even seen a gun. He was tricked."
Everyone around was talking, and more and more people gathered together. Seeing this scene, the man on the plane's head smiled more and more, "Boy, I will make you lose face in front of so many people today."
Under the gaze of everyone, the man in the head of the plane put on goggles and a headset, raised the gun with both hands, and his movements were very standard, which could be called textbook level, and he steadily pulled the trigger.
With the sound of a gunshot and ten rings, the corners of the man's mouth on the head of the plane raised, revealing a proud look.
There was applause all around, and several young people shouted excitedly.
"As expected of Brother Hong, your marksmanship is so accurate. Even if you go to the World Series, you might even win a prize."
"Brother Hong, what else is there to say? Then our club's last year's competition champion, the sharpshooter, can't even play with a pistol, haha."
"There are actually people who are dueling with Brother Hong with their marksmanship. It's so overestimating. I really don't know what I'm thinking. Is my head filled with water?"
Qin Yun'er's brows suddenly frowned. The first shot was ten rings. This man is so accurate. He is still the champion of some competition. It's over. Chen Zifei is going to lose this time. What should I do? If Chen Zifei loses, no, I can't.
Unable to make a bet for him, Qin Yun'er retreated quietly, hoping that the situation would go bad and he ran away first. Unfortunately, there were too many people around and there was no way out. He could only put his hands on his chest and pray, hoping that a miracle would happen.
With a smile on his face, the man in the head of the plane fired the second shot steadily, still ten rings, and there was another burst of cheers.
Chen Zifei looked at the movements of the man in the head of the plane, with a look of disdain on his lips. He shook his head secretly. It was too mechanical. It took so long to aim at a fixed target of 20 meters. If it was thrown on the battlefield, he wouldn't be able to take aim before it was ready.
, you have to die a few times.
The man in the head of the plane glanced at Chen Zifei, with a provocative look on his face, and fired another shot, still ten rings.
The man in the plane head shot a total of ten shots. Except for two shots that were nine rings, the rest were all ten rings. He got a total of ninety-eight rings. He put down the gun and looked at Chen Zifei mockingly.
"Boy, it's your turn. I advise you to admit defeat to avoid embarrassment." The man with the head of the plane mocked.
"That's right, give in quickly. Comparing your marksmanship with Brother Hong will be the worst decision in your life." The bandaged man laughed.
A group of men around were also laughing and hooting. Qin Yun'er looked at Chen Zifei anxiously. Seeing his fuming look, Qin Yun'er really wanted to pounce on him and bite him hard. Fortunately, there were too many people around, so Chen Zifei escaped.
One calamity.
Chen Zifei walked to the front, picked up the Glock pistol filled with bullets, raised it with one hand, and without aiming, he pulled the trigger casually, and the gunshots were fired continuously. In three seconds, all ten shots were fired, and then he put down the gun.
Locke looked at the man in the head of the plane with a smile.
The man in the head of the plane was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Boy, you have never shot a gun, haven't you ever played chicken? You should aim at it, you are shooting completely randomly, you think it is setting off firecrackers,
Is it better to hit faster? Hahahaha."
The bandage man also echoed: "This kid is just wasting bullets here. He probably knows that he can't beat Brother Fei. He's broken. Hahaha."
"I thought I could see something good. This is called a duel. It's a waste of my time. I'd better fight it myself."
"You dare to put your girlfriend on a level like this. How little do you look down on your girlfriend. That's not right. He doesn't want such a beautiful woman. Is there something wrong with her in that regard?"
"Ah..." Suddenly the bandaged man exclaimed, pointing at the target with his mouth wide open.
The man in the head of the plane glared at the bandaged man and shouted dissatisfied: "What are you shouting for? Have you seen a ghost?"
The bandaged man pointed at the target and said in a trembling voice: "No, Brother Hong, target, target..."
Everyone looked at the target in unison, and couldn't help but take a breath. At this time, the ten-ring position of the target had been smashed, and there were dense bullet holes, but there was no bullet hole in other positions.
What does this mean?
Qin Yun'er jumped up, hugged Chen Zifei's neck, kissed him hard on the face, and said excitedly: "It's so awesome, Chen Zifei, you are so awesome, ten rings, all ten rings."
The man at the head of the plane stared and shouted: "Impossible, this is impossible, it must have missed the target, someone must have missed the target."
"Yes, bring the target. This kid must have missed the target. It can't be a hundred rings." The bandage man also shouted loudly.
The man in the head of the plane pressed the button on the table, and soon the target automatically came to everyone. Everyone's eyes widened, one...two...three...
Ten bullet holes, there were actually ten bullet holes. The man in the head of the plane stared wide-eyed with disbelief on his face.
"No, this piece of paper must have been used. It has been beaten before. It is impossible for him to score a hundred rings. It has been a long time since anyone has scored a hundred rings, and it is even more impossible for him."
The man shouted excitedly.
Qin Yun'er frowned and said angrily: "You can't afford to lose. The targets are all here. There are a hundred clear links. If you still don't admit it, you are still not a man. It's really embarrassing."
The man at the head of the plane gritted his teeth and shouted: "It doesn't count, this game doesn't count, I don't accept it, we have to fight again."