Chapter 562 Competition

Seeing Yan San coming, Ling Qingyu made way inside. When Yan San sat down, he asked, "Why did you come out so quickly?"

"There are two **** who are challenging Yang Zhao and the others to compete with each other." Yan San said lightly, picked up the cup in front of Ling Qingyu, took a sip, and frowned, "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 people didn't offend you, did they?" Yan San put down the cup, but looked at Cheng Jia. The two people looked arrogant and arrogant. Seeing that they came from the tea room, Yan San felt uneasy. Well, in fact, he had been uneasy from the beginning. He was just curious about the gun and left Ling Qingyu alone. Here, I just got acquainted with it a little bit and then left. When I came here, I happened to hear the two people in the corridor arrogantly saying that they wanted to teach the rich man 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 behind Yan San, went out without even turning around.

"Yan San..." Ling Qingyu sighed.

"Don't worry," Yan San said softly, holding her in his arms, "No one will notice. It's just a bag and a sap." This trick was also learned from the movies Cheng Jia made.

Ling Qingyu was a little speechless, but more than anything, she felt warm. In her previous life, she had been told that she was strong. In fact, which woman was willing to be strong, to support herself in the miserable wind and rain, and to smile calmly even if she was insulted in person.

With slightly wet eyes, Ling Qingyu laid his head in Yan San's arms.

Caressing her shoulders that finally relaxed, Yan San glanced outside with an extremely cold gaze. He was still a little restrained over there. That was because after all, Ling Qingyu's world was overseas, and at that time in Bianjing, their power was not as strong. It wasn't enough. Shadow hadn't grown up at that time, and Yan Qi wasn't around. When it came to force, he was the only one, so he would be more restrained, fearing that his impulse would drag her into the abyss.

But things are different now. Ye Eleven and Ye Po's martial arts are even higher than him. Ying Jiu and Ying Thirteen have also fully grown up. What else does he have to worry about!

What's more, these people are even more hateful than the people in Bianjing!

Cheng Jia raised his hand to call the waiter, asked for a pot of boiled water, and then ordered a tea cake. He leisurely used those simple tea sets to make tea with a faint smile on his lips.

Nowadays, among these people, there are top masters, military generals who conquer the world, and him. If they can't protect their beloved, they will really die.

When Jiao Ning sent a few people out, he was already nodding and bowing in a impressed manner, and then repeatedly invited Yang Zhao and Meng Su to come to his place to play more in the future. There would often be gambling-like competitions like the one just now, and he hoped that the two of them would become his people participated, and while talking, they handed a big paper bag to Yang Zhao.

Yang Zhao casually handed it to Ling Qingyu who stood up to greet him. Ling Qingyu lowered his head and saw that inside the thick paper bag were two bundles of brand-new hundred-yuan bills, two hundred thousand dollars in cash...

"I won." Yang Zhao smiled.

Turn back the time to when the two men came in.

The coat was casually placed 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, his gun-holding posture was more accurate than his. The natural aura on his body made Jiao Ning Put away the dismissive attitude at the beginning.

His shooting range is not open to the outside world and only receives members. If it were not for the friendship here, he would really not be willing to receive novices. However, although these people do know nothing about guns, they become familiar with them too quickly. Moreover, The bloodthirsty murderous intention revealed inadvertently made him, a veteran of the Vietnam War, feel cold from behind.

These people, his eyes swept from the blond and blue-eyed young man in the shooting room at the end to the young man in front of him who had already hit ten red hearts in a row. These people, he swore with the intuition of a veteran, were definitely not ordinary people.

"What's that called?" Zhao Yinfeng weighed the gun, took off his earmuffs and called to He Li in the shooting room next to him.

He Li was startled for a moment and said: "Recoil?" Meng Su was very interested in guns. He asked Cheng Jia to download the relevant information early in the morning and studied it with Yang Zhao for several days, so the two of them were the first to use it skillfully. , 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 spoke, Meng Su had already smiled and said: "Just get used to it. The strength is about the same as archery. But, Zhao Yinfeng, you'd better forget it. You're not good at this job."

"Look down on me? Meng Su, come and compete with me if you have the guts!" Zhao Yinfeng raised his eyebrows and shouted.

Just after one round of shooting, Meng Su said with a smile while loading the bullet: "It's okay to compete, but we have to have a lucky draw."

"That's natural, you say!" Zhao Yinfeng also started to load the bullet and said.

"Well, let's bet tonight. If you lose, tonight is mine." Meng Su said as he leaned out of the shooting room and winked at him provocatively.

Zhao Yinfeng opened his mouth to say that there was no problem but suppressed his voice. He was joking. Meng Su is a famous marksman like Yang Zhao. Naturally, he is more skillful at this kind of game than him. He finally waited until the person was his tonight! Zhao Yinfeng turned around and shouted: "If I don't compete with you, let's go out and challenge each other!"

Meng Su smiled and said: "Then I won't compete with you. You can find the general, or, uh, Eleven."

Everyone laughed, and Zhao Yinfeng said angrily: "You should try a one-on-one challenge with Eleven!"

"Jiao Ning, I heard that you have a rich man here. What do you think? Do you dare to play with me?" The voice from the door made the people in the shooting range stop joking and looked at the two people who walked in from the door. Zhao Yinfeng raised his eyebrows and said, "Hey, are you trying to challenge us?"

"How dare you? How about we won't bully you, how about 20,000 per round?" His eyes shifted from the man in the first shooting room that Jiao Ning was looking at to the burly man who leaned out of the shooting room to answer the question. Man, Mr. Zhu said with a smile.

Just as Jiao Ning was about to speak to stop him, he heard the burly man say: "You two, we will also have two people, one game will determine the outcome, don't be so long-winded, one hundred thousand games." He suddenly stopped talking.

After speaking to the two people, Zhao Yinfeng winked at Yang Zhao and said, "How about, win some money and treat the brothers to something good tonight."

Yang Zhao smiled, put down his gun and said, "Let's just come and have fun, don't cause trouble."

"Hey, are you scared?" Mr. Zhu pushed Yang Zhao away and said, "This kind of place is not for people like you. You'd better go somewhere else to play, kid."

All the sounds in the other shooting rooms stopped. Zhao Yinfeng leaned at the door of the shooting room, blew the barrel of the gun, whistled, and said: "We adults have a lot of people, and we will not bully the few with more."

Ye Shiyi and others stopped 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. He rolled up his sleeves and said, "How do you want to compete?"

The man in front of him was only in his mid-twenties, with a slender figure and a handsome face. Mr. Zhu originally thought he was just a second-generation rich man, but when he smiled like this, the fighting spirit in his body made him startled, and he was immediately speechless.

"Mr. Zhu, Mr. Peng, this is the first time for this gentleman to hold a gun today. To..." Before Jiao Ning finished speaking, Mr. Peng had already said with a smile: "He said so. If he doesn't fight, it seems that we are afraid of him." If you beat them, how about one hundred thousand rounds, two against two?"

Jiao Ning smiled and stopped trying to persuade him. Zhu and Peng had been playing with guns for a long time, and they liked to use this method to show their prowess. When they heard that they were newcomers, they were even more enthusiastic about it, so let them Kick the iron plate off.

A standard pistol, ten rounds of bullets, and the longest-range moving target. General Zhu Xuan's method is that most newcomers are afraid of not hitting even one target. In order to show fairness, Jiao Ning took out the 200,000 in cash first and put it aside. Then the person who gets it 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. While the four of them were loading bullets, Ying Jiu followed Yan Qi out.

After firing ten rounds of bullets, Mr. Zhu and Mr. Peng took off their earmuffs. They were very proud of their results of about seventy rings. Generally, newcomers would be good if they could not shoot all the targets. At most, they would only be twenty or thirty rings.

The target in the distance moved closer. Looking at the increasingly clear target, Zhu and Peng's eyes kept widening, and finally they shouted in disbelief: "This is impossible!"

There was only one hole in the two targets, right in the middle of the red heart, and ten shots in a row hit the same place. Even the sharpshooters in the special forces may not be able to achieve this kind of result. How could it be possible for two newcomers?

The two of them looked at Jiao Ning with dark expressions.

Jiao Ning smiled lightly and said, "Mr. Yang and Mr. Meng did touch a gun for the first time today." Although it was their first time, he was shocked by how quickly they became proficient. Before Zhu Peng and two others came in, these two people He had already started to hit the red hearts, but he didn't expect that he could actually hit the red hearts.

Yang Zhao smiled faintly. Guns and arrows are essentially the same. It's just that the gun needs to be mastered including the calculation of recoil and ballistic traces. If it were another gun, he might not be able to master it in such a short time. He did it, but this gun was exactly what he had just adapted to.

Weighing the grab in his hand, Meng Su smiled and said, "This thing is a bit interesting. General, can we come and play again when we have time?"

General! Now not only Zhu Peng and Jiao Ning looked in disbelief. Could it be that all three of them were mistaken? This person is not a second-generation rich man, but a second-generation military man? No, the third generation of the military?

But how could it be possible that the third generation of military personnel had never touched a gun? Even if you are a civil servant, it is impossible that you have not touched it!

However, their reaction when they first took the gun was not fake!

Jiao Ning was confused in the wind.

"So, do we win?" Zhao Yinfeng put his hand on Yang Zhao's shoulder and smiled evilly at Zhu and Peng.

They didn't let people say they were newcomers at first. Even if they now know that the other party is a third-generation soldier, they are afraid that the newcomers are also fake. But they initiated the competition. If they refused, looking at those people who came out of the shooting room, Zhu Peng and the two swallowed unconsciously and nodded as if they had swallowed a bitter pill.

"Let's go." Yang Zhao picked up his coat, took off Zhao Yinfeng's hand and said, "Don't keep Qing Yu waiting."

Jiao Ning put the money in the paper bag and hurriedly sent a few people out. His head was raised high into a slight bow.

If it is indeed their first time to touch a gun, no matter what their status is, this talent is incredible.