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Chapter 886: A Bet with a Gun

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    0886 A gun bet

    Count Tells is an old member of the shooting club and has been a member for forty years.  They gather every week at Tells Manor for skeet shooting competitions.

    When the old Earl was young, he was the club's top player.  He also participated in many European skeet shooting competitions and won many championships.  Now that he is older, he still persists in this hobby and maintains excellent results.

    The middle-aged man who invited him to place a special bet is the current owner of the club, Valendo.  He looked at the gun in the old count's hand and said, "How about we use our own beloved gun for the bet?"

    "That's not okay. Don't try to get my gun."

    The old count shook his head repeatedly.

    "What, are you scared?"

    Valendo laughed, "Is our champion actually afraid?"

    "I am no longer young, Valendo, this kind of provocation will not work for me."

    The old count smiled and said slowly, "Although I am obsessed with flying saucer, I am no longer as crazy as I was when I was young. I can't make a bet with my beloved shotgun."

    "My Lord Earl, the stakes are not just yours, but mine as well."

    With that said, Valendo stretched out his hand, and his female assistant immediately handed a golden shotgun into his hand.

    "If I lose, this 'Last Musketeer' will be yours."

    With one sentence, everyone¡¯s expressions changed.  This gun is the last work of Master Jackson, and it also participated in World War I and World War II. It has a long history and great military exploits.  This gun also went through several turnovers before finally falling into the hands of Valendo. It can be said to be a treasure with a price but no market.

    Seeing this last musketeer, the old earl couldn't help but straighten his eyes.

    "How about we put our guns and reputations on the line and have a real competition?"

    Valendo said with a smile on his face, "Our champion, you can still have an exciting challenge in your life, can't you?"

    The old count did hesitate.

    He wants to win the game, and even more, he wants to win the last musketeer.  But he also knew that Valendo was provoking himself.  Among the old friends in the shooting club, the only one he didn't want to contact was Valendo.  Compared with himself, Valendo is still young.  He prefers Valendo's father. Old Valendo is a very easy-going man who loves shooting and has a harmonious relationship with him.  Unfortunately, last year, old Valendo passed away due to myocardial infarction.

    After he left, the club and the Valendo family were taken over by the young Valendo.  He is not as easy-going as his father, but full of fighting spirit.  He has made offers more than once to buy his own Tells Manor and turn it into a commercial place full of copper odor.

    The old earl naturally rejected him. It seemed that this boy had not given up.

    "Others can also participate."

    Valendo looked at the other members of the club, "You can also bet with me. As long as you can beat me, this gun will be yours."

    Everyone, look at me and I look at you. Although some are jealous of that gun, no one dares to step forward to challenge it.  Although President Valendo is arrogant and rude, his marksmanship is professional.  He came back as runner-up in last year's world-class clay pigeon shooting competition.

    "All right."

    The old count still couldn't hold back his love for the last musketeer and agreed.

    "Count Tels, you have to think clearly!"

    Gessen, who has experienced stock market failure, is now extremely cautious about such a big gamble. He couldn't help but whisper, "Valendo is the world-class runner-up in clay pigeon shooting"

    "Haha, I also have a world-class championship trophy in my prize showcase."

    The old count made up his mind, "But there is still one missing musketeer in the display case of my gun."

    "Very good, this is what Count Ters should look like."

    Valendo laughed, "I used to hear my father say how powerful your shooting is, and I finally got to see it today. I really hope my father can see this scene, he must be very happy."

    "May he rest in peace."

    "Please be a witness."

    Valendo walked to the shooting point, "Count Tels, I will definitely let you understand that your time has passed!"

    As he said that, he raised his shotgun and started shooting first.

    Xia Qingcheng was watching the excitement from the side. She had also played this kind of double flying saucer before, and the method of playing was very simple.There are two target throwing machines on each side of the shooting range. When shooting, the two machines throw flying saucers made of limestone.  The shooters hit the flying saucer in turn for a total of ten rounds, and the one with the most hits is the winner.

    Although this Valendo is a bit annoying, his marksmanship is indeed good.  He held up the golden shotgun and fired continuously, shattering the flying saucers thrown into the air round after round.

    The old count stood aside at first, feeling calm and composed.  But after Valendo shot sixteen targets in a row, his expression finally became stiff.

    "Bang! Bang!"

    After the last two shots were fired, Valendo put down the shotgun.  Nineteen out of twenty, he missed only one shot in the penultimate round.

    As if echoing the old count's mood, the weather also became cloudy, as if it was about to rain.  The old count looked pale and his shoulder still ached.  He had an injury on his shoulder, and every time it was cloudy or rainy, this old problem would come to him on time.

    "My lord, it's your turn."

    Seeing the smile on the corner of Valendo's mouth, the old count felt cold in his heart.  He felt that he had fallen into this guy's trap. Had he even calculated the rainy days?  Otherwise, why don¡¯t we compete sooner or later, and why would we choose today to bet on the game?

    The old count, who had been so confident just now, actually had the idea that he was too old for the first time.  He felt a sudden severe pain in his shoulder, as if he didn't even have the strength to lift the gun.  At this time, his eyes fell on Xia Qingcheng who was standing aside, and suddenly a glimmer of hope ignited again.

    ¡°The cloudy and rainy weather made my old shoulder problem come back again.¡±

    He sighed, "But I don't want to spoil the mood of our bet, so, can I find someone to participate in the game on my behalf?"

    "Okay."

    Valendo is very confident. He knows the strength of these people in the club very well.  The old earl will definitely lose this time, and he wants to destroy his glory and self-confidence!  You want him to quit before the difficulties and sell the Tells Manor to you obediently!

    Under his gaze, the old earl walked directly to Xia Qingcheng and handed the shotgun named after the Queen of England into her hands.

    "Dear Xia, I entrust you to protect my glory."

    "Huh? Me?"

    Xia Qingcheng was completely stunned.

    "You are a very good warrior. I have seen your power! You can definitely do it!"

    The old count's expectant gaze made Xia Qingcheng almost faint.  This old man, he must be crazy!  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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