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Ning Zimo looked helpless and said: "Master Fu, I am not a prize. Whoever wins will be rewarded. What does this have to do with marksmanship in the competition?"
When Fu Peng heard this, he felt that what he said was not quite right, and hurriedly explained: "Miss Ning, that's not what I meant, I just think that I should have a chance to fight for you!
As the saying goes, if there is no comparison, there will be no difference. I can¡¯t lose so clearly! "
Ye Fan was not interested at all and said: "Forget it, I don't want to compete."
"You don't know how to use a gun?" Fu Peng frowned, "Miss Ning's marksmanship is very accurate, why would you fall in love with a man who can't use a gun?"
"I can, but I don't have to compete." Ye Fan felt a little annoyed.
Fu Peng said: "In this case, let's compete with me. If you're a man, don't be a mother-in-law. Just do it!
If I win, you will leave Miss Ning. If I lose, you will never pursue Miss Ning again! How about it? "
Ning Zimo said displeased: "Master Fu, you have no right to interfere with my feelings!"
But a hint of joking flashed in Ye Fan's eyes, and he stretched out his hand to silence the woman, "A competition between men? Interesting Although I'm not interested in the competition, but in order to prove who is more manly, I will play with you." Bureau."
Ye Fan felt that no matter how timid he was, he would look too spineless. Especially in front of his own woman, it was still necessary to show his dominance appropriately.
Song Xinghe and Lu Jing'er both had a look of amusement in their eyes. They both knew Fu Peng's marksmanship. As the founder of the club, he was naturally quite good at shooting. He was no less impressive than some special forces.
"Ye Fan, you really dare to bet. If you lose later, Boss Ning will be so embarrassed," Lu Jing'er said with a smile.
Ye Fan looked back at her and said, "Who can tell me clearly about what's going to happen next? Didn't you also want to see a joke last time, but ended up becoming the joke yourself?"
Lu Jing'er's face turned ugly for a while, and she snorted, with a flash of resentment in her eyes.
Losing the cooperation with the ld group made her unable to hold her head high in the Lu family, and she was unwilling to go home for several days.
Ye Fan smiled at Ning Zimo, "Ning'er, don't worry, I usually won't lose."
Ning Zimo had nothing to do with men, but she also knew that Ye Fan seemed casual, but he would not do anything he was unsure of, so she didn't say much.
A few people came to the shooting range together.
"Smith and Wesson III, 0.45 large-caliber pistol, ten bullets per person, shooting from a distance of 50 meters, whoever has the higher total score will win," Fu Peng said the rules with a confident face.
Ye Fan picked up the pistol and weighed it. It was really original, not a counterfeit. This club is indeed not simple.
"No problem, who comes first?"
Fu Peng said: "You can say it, I can do it."
Ye Fan shrugged, "Then I think you should fight first and observe."
Fu Peng smiled disdainfully. He didn't care at all. He picked up the gun, loaded the bullets, turned on the safety, and started shooting at a ring target fifty meters away.
¡°Bang bang bang¡¡±
Fu Peng held the gun with both hands, his posture was very standard, and the shooting frequency was just right. It was obvious that he had practiced regularly.
After ten rounds were fired, the electronic measurement system gave the score directly on a screen above the shooting range.
"Eighty-seven rings!"
Fu Peng shouted happily and put down his gun: "It's really unfortunate that you met me in good condition today. This is basically close to my highest score. If you give up, I understand."
Eighty-seven rings, basically, each of his bullets, at a distance of fifty meters, can hit an area the size of a palm every time.
This is very difficult for ordinary people to do. After all, the reaction force of a real gun is very strong, not to mention it is of large caliber.
Ning Zimo also frowned. Her marksmanship was pretty good in the club, but it was hard to get a score above eighty rings. She couldn't help but worry about whether Ye Fan could beat Fu Peng.
Ye Fan didn't say anything, he slowly picked up the gun and loaded bullets one by one.
He thought that Fu Peng's level was very high, but it turned out that he had only scored more than 80 rounds. He felt that if he got an outrageous score, these people would definitely doubt what he had done in the past.
Thinking about this, Ye Fan felt that he could just take a beating
Raise the gun and shoot.
¡°Bang bang bang¡¡±
Ye Fan also has two handsThe gun seemed to be imitating Fu Peng, but in fact, Ye Fan's eyes were not very focused, because at this distance, he knew how to hit the target with his eyes closed.
After firing ten rounds, Fu Peng quickly pressed the statistics button.
"Eightyeight!?" Fu Peng gritted his teeth and read out the number, unable to believe his eyes.
Ye Fan grinned and said, "Sorry, I narrowly beat you."
"Youyou are so lucky!" Fu Peng cursed.
Ye Fan clicked his tongue, "Don't tell me you don't want to admit it?"
Fu Peng looked unwilling, but he couldn't refute, so he could only say: "Let's compete again, we will win two out of three games!"
Ye Fan waved his hand, "We agreed that the outcome would be determined by one game, but you changed the rules again. I won't play with people who don't keep their word."
"You" When Fu Peng thought that he could no longer pursue Ning Zimo, his face was full of reluctance.
Lu Jing'er on the side looked at Song Xinghe, rolled her eyes and said, "Let's do this. As good friends, our Xinghe will compete for Fu Peng. If Xinghe beats you, the bet just now will be cancelled. Act like nothing happened.¡±
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to caress Song Xinghe, and said softly: "Xinghe, you have to help Fu Peng, he lost so unjustly."
Song Xinghe was dissatisfied with Lu Jing'er's assertion, but he didn't show it much.
When Fu Peng heard this, he quickly clapped his hands and said, "That's a good suggestion! Ye Fan, if you don't want to compete with me, how dare you compete with Mr. Song?"
"Are you done with this? Do you want to compete even more?" Ye Fan sighed: "Besides, this comparison won't do me any good at all."
Song Xinghe squinted his eyes, thought for a while, and said: "Let's do this, if I win, the result of the match between Ye Fan and Fu Peng will be cancelled.
If I lose, I will give you one million. This million will be regarded as a small gift from me as a friend to Fu Peng. "
Fu Peng laughed and patted Song Xinghe on the shoulder, "Old Song, you are so interesting! That's it!"
Ye Fan couldn't help but feel strange, did Song Xinghe really want to compete with him?
"Be careful, Mr. Song's marksmanship is one of the best in the club, and he often scores over 90 points," Ning Zimo reminded from the side.
Ye Fan didn't care about this and said: "Since you are so sincere, let me compete again."
After loading the bullet again, Song Xinghe picked up the gun, held it with one hand, and started shooting calmly.
After ten crisp gunshots, Song Xinghe walked away without even looking.
"Holy shit! Old Song, you can do it! Ninety-eight rings?!" Fu Peng exclaimed: "You have already broken the club record, right!?" (Remember this site's website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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