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Chapter o127 Ninety Eight
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Ning Zimo looked helpless and said: "Young Master Fu, I am not a prize. Whoever wins will be rewarded. What does this have to do with the marksmanship of the competition?"
When Fu Peng heard this, he felt that what he said was not quite right, so he explained quickly: "Miss Ning, I didn't mean that, I just thought that there should be a chance to win you over!
As the saying goes, there is no comparison, where is the high and low, I can't lose unclearly! "
Ye Fan was not interested at all, and said, "Forget it, I don't want to compare it."
"You don't know how to use a gun?" Fu Peng frowned. "Miss Ning's marksmanship is very accurate. How come you are attracted to a man who can't use a gun?"
"I will, but I don't have to compare it," Ye Fan felt a little annoyed.
Fu Peng said, "In this case, let's compete with me. If it's a man, don't be a mother-in-law, just be it!
If I win, you are about to leave Miss Ning. I lose and I will never pursue Miss Ning again! How about it? "
Ning Zimo said displeased: "Young Master Fu, you have no right to interfere with my feelings!"
But a joking flashed in Ye Fan's eyes. He stretched out his hand to tell the woman not to speak, "A contest between men? Interesting... Although I am not interested in competitions, but to prove who is more men, then I will play with you. ."
Ye Fan felt that no matter how scared he was, he would appear too spineless. Especially in front of his own woman, it was necessary to show his dominance appropriately.
Song Xinghe and Lu Jinger both showed playfulness in their eyes. They both knew Fu Peng's marksmanship. As the founder of the club, he was naturally quite good at shooting. Compared with some special soldiers, they were not much better.
"Ye Fan, you really dare to gamble, if you lose, boss Ning will be embarrassed," Lu Jinger sneered.
Ye Fan glanced back at her, "Who can tell what's next? You wanted to see a joke last time, but did you become a joke yourself?"
Lu Jing'er looked ugly for a while, snorted softly, and a flash of resentment flashed in her eyes.
The loss of group cooperation made her unable to raise her head in Lu's family, and she was reluctant to go home and live for many days.
Ye Fan smiled at Ning Zimo, "Ning'er, don't worry, I usually won't lose."
Ning Zimo couldn't do anything with a man, but she also knew that Ye Fan seemed casual, but wouldn't do anything uncertain, so she didn't say much.
A few people came to the shooting range together.
"Three generations of Smith and Wisson, o.45 large-caliber pistol, ten bullets per person, shooting at a distance of 50 meters, depending on whoever has the highest total score, wins," Fu Peng said with a confident expression on the rules.
Ye Fan picked up the pistol and weighed it. It was really original, not a counterfeit. This club is really not simple.
"No problem, then who will come first?"
Fu Peng said, "Say it, I can".
Ye Fan shrugged, "Then I see you hit it first, and watch it."
Fu Peng smiled disdainfully, he didn't care at all, picked up the gun, loaded the bullet, opened the safety, and started shooting at a circular target fifty meters away.
"Boom boom boom..."
Fu Peng holds a gun in both hands, his posture is very standard, and his shooting frequency is just right. Obviously, he usually practices regularly.
After the ten hits, the electronic measurement system gave the score directly on a screen above the shooting range.
"Eighty Seven Rings!"
Fu Peng yelled happily and put down his gun: "It's really unfortunate. You met me today in good condition. This is basically close to my highest score. If you give up, I understand."
The eighty-seventh ring basically means that every bullet he has can hit a palm-sized area every time at a distance of 50 meters.
This is very difficult for ordinary people to do. After all, the reaction force of a real gun is very strong, let alone a large caliber.
Ning Zimo is also frowning. Her marksmanship is very good in the club, but the score of 80th ring or more is also very rare. I can't help but worry about whether Ye Fan can beat Fu Peng.
Ye Fan didn't speak, and slowly picked up the gun, loading bullets one by one.
He thought that Fu Peng's level was very high, and he only played more than 80 rounds. He felt that if he scored too outrageously, this group of people would definitely doubt what he did in the past.
Thinking about this, Ye Fan felt that he was almost ready to fight...
Raise a gun and shoot.
"Boom boom boom..."
Ye Fan also holds a gun in both hands, as if he is learning from Fu Peng, but in fact, Ye Fan's eyes are not very focused, because of this distance, he knows how to hit the target with his eyes closed.
After the ten hits, Fu Peng hurried to press the statistics button.
"Eighty... Eight!?" Fu Peng gritted his teeth and read the numbers, unable to believe his eyes.
Ye Fan grinned, "I'm sorry, I narrowly beat you."
"You... You are shit luck!" Fu Peng cursed.
Ye Fan tweeted, "Could it be that you want to admit it?"
Fu Peng looked unwilling, but he was not easy to refute, so he could only say: "Let's compete again and win two games in three games!"
Ye Fan waved his hand, "It is said that a game will be determined, and you change the rules. I will not play with people who do not believe in words."
"You..." When Fu Peng thought that he would not be able to chase Ning Zimo anymore, he was full of dismay.
Lu Jinger on the side looked at Song Xinghe, her eyes rolled and said, "Well, as a good friend, our Xinghe will play for Fu Peng. If Xinghe wins you, the bet just now will be cancelled. When nothing has been born".
As he said, he stretched out his hand to caress Song Xinghe, and said softly, "Xinghe, you have to help Fu Peng, he lost too unjustly."
Song Xinghe was dissatisfied with Lu Jinger's advocacy, but he didn't show it much.
When Fu Peng heard it, he quickly clapped his hands and said: "This proposal is good! Ye Fan, if you don't compare with me, dare you compare with Song?"
"You're still in the end? It's even better than that?" Ye Fan sighed: "Besides, this comparison won't do me any good."
Song Xinghe squinted his eyes, considered for a while, and said, "Well, if I win, the match between Ye Fan and Fu Peng will be cancelled.
If I lose, I will give you one million, which will be regarded as a small gift from Fu Peng as a friend. "
Fu Peng laughed and patted Song Xinghe on the shoulder, "Old Song, you are really interesting! That's it!"
Ye Fan couldn't help feeling strange. So Song Xinghe wanted to compare with him
"You can be careful, Mr. Song's marksmanship is among the best in the club, and he often scores more than 90 points," Ning Zimo reminded.
Ye Fan didn't care about it, and said, "Since we are all so sincere, then I'll have another match."
Once the bullet was loaded again, Song Xinghe picked up the gun, held it in one hand, and started shooting calmly.
After ten sharp shots, Song Xinghe walked away without even looking.
"My slot! Old Song, you can do it! Ninety-eight rings?!" Fu Peng exclaimed: "You have broken the record in the club!?" Chapter o127 Ninety-eight individual works are created by [无*False* Xiao-Suo-Net] Members’ hand-playing, please visit the website for more chapters: