"How to compete?" The Phantom Wolf stood like a javelin.
"It's very simple, just an ordinary shooting competition, one thousand meters, whoever hits the target first wins." Lin Yi said lightly.
"Okay!" Youlang raised the sniper rifle in his hand with a fierce look.
Two people stood in a row. At this time, a soldier was one thousand meters away, ready to throw a goose-warming stone. Whoever hit the goose-warming stone first would win.
It is extremely difficult to hit the target with one shot from a thousand meters away.
"Where is your gun?" Youlang turned and looked at Lin Yidao who had empty hands.
When Lin Yi was groping for a lighter with a cigarette in his mouth, he was slightly stunned and smiled: "Sorry, I forgot."
As he spoke, he pointed at a soldier at random and took a domestically made sniper rifle from his hand.
Youlang looked at Lin Yi deeply. Both his gun holding posture and standing posture were extremely irregular.
You can't tell at all that he is the captain of Canglong who once led Canglong to international fame.
Youlang didn't think too much and raised his gun ready to shoot at any time.
Lin Yi on the other side twisted his neck. He hadn't touched this kind of rifle for a long time. In fact, after returning to China, he rarely touched even a pistol.
This cold metal touch feels pretty good.
It seems like we are back to the past.
The others stared at it all without blinking.
"Phantom Wolf is the best sniper in the past three years."
"We Yanhuang used a lot of connections and methods to recruit him."
"Yes, he also broke Lin Yi's shooting record last year."
"It is said that the record is for a 2,000-meter shooting distance. I think Phantom Wolf will definitely win."
Everyone was talking about it, when a gunshot was heard and a black dot appeared in the sky.
Youlang took a deep breath, aimed and shot, and the series of movements were as smooth as flowing water.
Years of training have made him as precise as a machine.
As soon as the black dot flew out of the soldier's palm, a gunshot rang out.
"Bang!"
A dull sound echoed in the valley, and the stones were shattered by bullets.
Lin Yi held a cigarette in his left hand, inhaling and exhaling white smoke, with a calm face, as if nothing had happened. Only the curl of smoke coming out of the muzzle of his gun proved that the man had just fired a gun.
Before Youlang could even press the trigger, it was over.
It only takes a second from start to finish.
How is this possible!
After a slight reaction, everyone understood what was going on. The huge shock, like a huge wave, completely swept them away.
They seemed to be trapped in the center of a vortex, spinning and spinning, sinking into an endless abyss of darkness.
After a few seconds, Maitreya Buddha's Adam's apple moved. He didn't expect that someone could shoot so quickly.
At a distance of one thousand meters, there is no need to aim, just raise your hand and you will hit the target.
This strength has already surpassed that of human beings.
"Here you go." Lin Yi threw the gun to the confused soldier and reminded him, "The sight is a little crooked, adjust it."
The soldier saw that the sight was seriously tilted and it was obviously impossible to aim with it.
The other people were even more suffocated when they saw this. Lin Yi had no intention of aiming from the beginning. What a terrifying power this was.
There was silence at the scene. Lin Yi walked to a tree, took off his pants, and relieved his urgency to urinate, humming a tune at the same time.
"I, I lost." Youlang's face was gloomy and he clenched his fists tightly. He claimed to be a god-level sniper, but who would have thought that today he would be defeated by a man who had hardly touched a gun in several years.
And the defeat was so complete.