Seeing Yan San approaching, Ling Qingyu gave way inside, and when Yan San sat down, he asked, "Why did you come out so soon?"
"There are two people asking Yang Zhao and the others to compare guns." Yan San said lightly, took a sip from the cup in front of Ling Qingyu, frowned and said, "What is this?"
****? Well, Ling Qingyu admitted that this modern language is indeed too easy for people to accept, but they also learned it too fast!
"Those two, didn't you mess with you?" Yan San put down the cup, but looked at Cheng Jia. The two looked arrogant and arrogant. Seeing that they came from the tea room, Yan San felt uneasy. Well, in fact, he was uneasy from the beginning, but he was really curious about the gun, so he left Ling Qingyu alone. Here, so I just got acquainted for a while and then left. When I came here, I heard the two people arrogantly saying that they were going to teach the local tyrants a lesson.
Cheng Jia smiled and said in a low voice, "They said bad things about her, it's hard to hear."
Yan Qi, who came in after Yan San, went out without even turning his head.
"Yan San..." Ling Qingyu sighed.
"Don't worry," Yan San hugged her into his arms, and said softly, "No one will notice, it's just a cloth bag and a sap." This trick was also learned from the movie Cheng Jia got.
Ling Qingyu was a little speechless, but more warm. In her previous life, she was always said to be strong. In fact, which woman is willing to be strong, willing to stand alone in those miserable winds and rains, even if she is insulted face to face, she should smile lightly.
The corners of his eyes were slightly wet, Ling Qingyu put his head in Yan San's arms.
Caressing her shoulders that had finally relaxed, Yan San's eyes that swept outside were extremely cold, and he still restrained himself there. Not enough, the shadow hadn't grown up at that time, Yan Qi wasn't there, and when it came to force, he was the only one, so he restrained himself somewhat, fearing that his impulsiveness would pull her into the abyss.
But it's different now, Ye Shiyi and Ye Po's martial arts are even higher than him, and Ying Jiu and Ying Shisan have fully grown, so there's nothing scary about him!
What's more, these people are even more hateful than the people in Bianjing!
Cheng Jia raised his hand to call the waiter, ordered a pot of boiled water, and then ordered a tea cake. When he leisurely made tea with those simple tea sets, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Now among these people, there are top masters, generals who conquer the world, and him, if they can't protect their darlings, then they are really going to die.
When Jiao Ning sent a few people out, he was already nodding and bowing in a subdued attitude, and then repeatedly invited Yang Zhao and Meng Su to come to him to play more in the future. There will often be competitions like the kind of gambling just now. Many people participated, and while talking, handed a big paper bag to Yang Zhao.
Yang Zhao casually handed it to Ling Qingyu who got up to greet him. Ling Qingyu looked down and saw two bundles of brand new hundred-yuan bills inside the thick paper bag, two hundred thousand in cash...
"Win." Yang Zhao smiled.
Turn back time to when the two men came in.
The coat was draped casually on the back of the chair. The man in the white shirt had an elegant posture and a handsome face. With just a few pointers, the posture of holding the gun was more accurate than his. The natural aura on his body made Jiao Ning Put away the contemptuous attitude at the beginning.
His shooting range is not open to the public, and only members are received. If it weren't for the friendship here, he would really be unwilling to receive novices. However, although these people do not know anything about guns, they get familiar with them too quickly. Moreover, The inadvertent bloodthirsty killing intent made him, a veteran of the Vietnam War, chill from behind.
These people, their eyes swept from the blond young man in the shooting room at the far end to the young man in front of him who had already scored ten red hearts. These people, he swore with the instinct of a veteran, were definitely not ordinary people.
"What's that called?" Zhao Yinfeng weighed the gun, took off the earmuffs and called out to He Li in the shooting room next to him.
He Li was stunned for a moment, and said, "Recoil?" Meng Su was very interested in guns, so he asked Cheng Jia to download the relevant materials and studied them with Yang Zhao for several days, so the two of them were the first to use them proficiently. Well, when I was listening to the boss teaching just now, new terms came out one after another.
"Yes, that's it." Zhao Yinfeng poked his head out and asked, "Yang Zhao, how did you solve the recoil?"
Before Yang Zhao could speak, Meng Su smiled and said, "It's good to get used to it. The strength is similar to that of archery. However, Zhao Yinfeng, forget it, you are not good at this job."
"Look down on me? Meng Su, if you have the guts, let's compete!" Zhao Yinfeng raised his eyebrows and shouted.
Just after a round of shooting, Meng Su smiled while reloading the bullet: "It's better than that, but we have to win a lottery."
"That's natural, you say!" Zhao Yinfeng also started to load the bullet, said.
"Well, let's gamble tonight. If you lose, tonight will be mine." Meng Su said, leaning out of the shooting room and winking at him provocatively.
Zhao Yinfeng, who opened his mouth to say no problem, suppressed his voice abruptly, just joking, Meng Su is a famous marksman like Yang Zhao, so he is naturally better at playing this kind of game, so he finally waited until tonight that person is his own! Zhao Yinfeng turned around and shouted: "I don't want to compete with you, let's go out and challenge each other!"
Meng Su said with a smile: "Then I won't compare with you, you go to the general, or to, hey, eleven."
Several people laughed, and Zhao Yinfeng said angrily, "You should try to challenge Eleven one-on-one!"
"Jiao Ning, I heard that you came here with a lot of money. How about it? Do you dare to play with your buddies?" The voice from the door stopped the teasing in the shooting range, and looked at the two people who walked in from the door. Yinfeng frowned and said: "Yo, are you trying to compete with us?"
"Dare? What, we won't bully you, how about 20,000 rounds?" The gaze shifted from the man in the first shooting room that Jiao Ning was looking at to the burly man leaning out of the shooting room to answer the question. Man, Mr. Zhu smiled.
Just as Jiao Ning wanted to stop him, he heard the burly man say: "You two, we also have two, one round will determine the outcome, don't be so verbose, one hundred thousand rounds." He immediately stopped talking.
After talking to those two, Zhao Yinfeng winked at Yang Zhao and said, "Well, win some money, and treat the brothers to something good tonight."
Yang Zhao smiled, put down his gun and said, "Let's not come here for fun, don't cause trouble."
"Yo, are you scared?" Mr. Zhu pushed Yang Zhao away with a hand, and said, "People like you didn't come to this kind of place, you should go to another place to play, boy."
All the sounds from the other shooting rooms stopped. Zhao Yinfeng leaned against the door of the shooting room, blew on the barrel of the gun, whistled, and said, "We adults have a lot, so don't bully the few with the more."
Ye Shiyi and the others stopped in their tracks, and just stood at the door of the shooting room like Zhao Yinfeng, looking at the two courageous men in their thirties.
Yang Zhao smiled slightly, with a coldness on his face, rolled up his sleeves, and said, "How do you want to compare?"
The man in front of him was no more than twenty-five, with a slender figure and a handsome face. Mr. Zhu thought he was just a second-generation local tyrant, but when he smiled like this, the fighting spirit in his body made him startled, and he was a little speechless.
"Mr. Zhu, Mr. Peng, this gentleman is holding a gun for the first time today, here..." Before Jiao Ning finished speaking, Mr. Peng laughed and said: "He said so, it seems that we are afraid if we don't fight For them, how about a game of 100,000, two against two?"
Jiao Ning smiled, and stopped persuading him. Zhu and Peng have been playing with guns for a long time, and they like to use this method to show their strength. When they hear that they are newcomers, they are even more enthusiastic. Let them Kick off the iron plate.
A standard pistol, ten rounds of ammunition, the most remote moving target, the method chosen by Mr. Zhu, the average rookie may not hit even one target, in order to show fairness, Jiao Ning took out the 200,000 cash first, put it aside, and lost Those who have paid will pay him.
Yang Zhao and Mr. Zhu were in the adjacent shooting room, and Mr. Peng and Meng Su were in the adjacent shooting room. When the four were loading bullets, Ying Jiu followed Yan Qi out.
After ten rounds were fired, Mr. Zhu and Mr. Peng took off their earmuffs. They were very proud to see their scores of around 70 rings. Generally, newcomers would be fine if they could not fly all the targets, but only 20 or 30 rings at most.
The distant target moved closer, and seeing the gradually clear target, the eyes of Zhu and Peng continued to widen, and finally they shouted in disbelief: "This is impossible!"
On the two targets, there was only one hole, right in the center of the heart, and ten shots in a row hit the same spot. Even a sharpshooter in the special forces might not be able to achieve such a result. How could it be possible for two rookies
The two looked at Jiao Ning with dark faces.
Jiao Ning said with a faint smile: "Mr. Yang and Mr. Meng are indeed touching guns for the first time today." Although it was the first time, he was shocked by the speed at which they became proficient. He had already started to hit all the red hearts, but he didn't expect that he could hit the hearts in a row.
Yang Zhao smiled lightly. Guns and arrows are similar in essence, but what you need to master about guns is the calculation of recoil force and ballistic traces. Do it, but this gun is exactly what he just got used to.
Weighing the gun in his hand, Meng Su said with a smile: "This thing is interesting, General, shall we play again when we have time?"
General! Now it's not just Zhu Peng, even Jiao Ning who can't believe it. Could it be that the three of them have lost their eyes? This person is not the second generation of local tyrants, but the second generation of the army? No, three generations of the army
However, how could the third generation of the army have never touched a gun? Even if it is a civilian job, it is impossible not to touch it!
However, the reaction when they first took the gun was not fake!
Jiao Ning was in a mess in the wind.
"Then, we've won?" Zhao Yinfeng put his hand on Yang Zhao's shoulder, and smiled evilly at Zhu and Peng.
At the beginning they said they were newcomers and they didn’t let them go. Even if they knew that the other party was the third generation of the army, I’m afraid that the newcomers were fake, but they provoked the competition. Peng and Peng swallowed their saliva unconsciously, and nodded as if swallowing a bitter fruit.
"Let's go." Yang Zhao picked up his coat, took Zhao Yinfeng's hand off, and said, "Don't make Qingyu wait."
Jiao Ning put the money in the paper bag, and hurriedly sent a few people out, the other end has changed from raised high to slightly bowed.
If they are indeed touching a gun for the first time, no matter what their status is, this talent is incredible.