The three new old men are also the farmers of this prairie town, the one with the cigar is called Doug, who has the largest farm in the town, the fat old man on his left is called Craven, his farm is mainly fruit growing, of course, the area closest to the forest, and the one on the right is called Stuart, in addition to the farm, he has other cattle and sheep business.

Stuart and a friend around Mo Henian are in a competitive relationship, so they encourage each other to be their companions, although there are talks and jokes, but they are still slightly tense.

Yang Yi handed the rifle in his hand to the administrator of the shooting range and followed him to watch the excitement.

When Yang Yi came over, Mo Henian, who was hot-tempered and easily provoked, had already discussed with the other party, and the old man was twisting his arms and actively preparing.

"Gentlemen, what's the situation?" Yang Yi asked the others in a low voice.

Nelson, who opened the bar, said with a smile: "Mo accepted their bet, do you see those target throwing machines? I will throw two disc targets at a time, five times in one round, more than three rounds, whoever wins more will win!"

"Double multi-directional flying saucer, this is big enough, it seems that no one can shoot two saucer targets at once, right?" an old man next to him shook his head.

"Stuart hit, it was last week, I don't know if it's true, anyway, I haven't seen him hit before, if it's true, this guy really went out of shit luck!" said another old man.

"It's okay, in terms of bets, your father-in-law won't lose!" Nelson patted Yang Yi on the shoulder and said with great interest, "Your father-in-law is betting on an antique gun, and Doug is betting on his favorite sports car, in terms of price, Doug's bet is twice as high!"

"Doug's car is beautiful!" said an old man next to him, drooling, "the color, the streamlined body, like a burning cloud." ”

"I can't bear to let the child trap the wolf! If Mo can win, we can borrow it in the future! Doug, this guy doesn't pull out a dime, Mo is much more generous!"

Yang Yi interrupted their YY, and he asked eagerly, "Hey, Nelson, how can this game be compared? Doug and their side seem to be all three of them are going to play, and my father-in-law will play by himself?"

"In the three rounds, they took turns, but in fact, their marksmanship was about the same, just to have fun. Nelson explained, "Mo can also send someone else on the field, it's just that he wants to play on his own." ”

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As he spoke, Mo Henian had already checked his shotgun, carried a bag with bullets on his waist, took off his sunglasses, and walked to the edge of the outdoor field with a majestic look, looking at Doug who came up with a cigar in his mouth defiantly: "Doug, it's too late for you to regret it now!"

"Hehe, you're the one who will regret it!" Doug fingered his cigar as one of his bodyguards brought over a shelf, which he rested, and then also took out his double-barreled shotgun and stuffed it with two shotguns.

The two naïve old men exchanged trash talk for a while, until the coach on the sidelines shouted that they were ready to start, and then they seriously picked up the shotgun in their hands.

The first shot was fired by Doug, two flying saucers flew out of the target trench, their distance, height, and direction were different, Doug fired two shots in succession, the first shot hit a flying saucer, and a cloud of pink powder burst out of the air, and the second shot missed.

Yang Yi watched from behind, and he probably had a bottom in his heart.

Doug's reaction speed was slow, and it was impossible for him to hit the second saucer, because after he fired the first shot, the second shot was fired in a hurry, and it didn't hit the direction of the second saucer.

Skeet shooting uses shotguns, and the skeet target can fly a distance of almost 70 meters, but the best hit distance of the bullet is less than half, so the reaction must be fast, and the shooting must be completed within a few tenths of a second when the skeet is thrown, so as not to let the skeet run away!

Yang Yi had never played this thing in his previous life, but he had watched the game on TV and knew what kind of gameplay it was.

However, even though Doug's level of play looked amateurish to Yang Yi, Nelson said worriedly: "Doug feels good today!

Yang Yi was stunned for a moment and looked at them.

"It looks like they were fighting just now, and they probably have been practicing for a while!" said an old man next to him, "These guys must know that Mo didn't practice!"

As he spoke, Mo Henian also started his first shot.

Bang bang!

I heard the gunshots, but there was no movement.

"Mo, it looks like you can't do it, are you going to lose your Remington to me?"

"Fuck you! It's just a mistake! I'll show you a double yolk egg later!"

The two began to spew trash talk again, and Mo Henian was not at all behind.

Of course, Yang Yi also knew that unless his father-in-law was blind, it would be impossible to hit two targets at once with his reaction speed.

Each person still has four shots to fire, and Doug didn't hit the next shot, so he is probably a little excited, and Mo Henian still hasn't been able to hit the target. In the third shot, Mo Henian finally hit a shot, but Doug also hit.

"It's not good! Doug has a good hand today!" an old man muttered.

Yang Yi was a little anxious to see it next to him, hoping that his father-in-law could give some strength, it doesn't matter if he wins or loses, he can't lose this tone!

However, the fourth shot missed, and Doug still hit a flying saucer steadily.

"Hey, Mo! you've lost!" said Doug, smirking.

"Who said I lost?" Mo Henian said angrily, "There is one last round, if I can hit two flying saucers, then I can catch it back, it will be a draw!"

"It can't be!"

"We'll see!"

It is really impossible, it is impossible for Mo Henian to hit two multi-directional flying saucers! Although in this round, Doug did not hit the flying saucer, but Mo Henian still did not hit a single shot, he was too anxious, the first shot missed a little, the second shot did not follow, and he lost this round.

"Don't worry, haha, you still have two rounds of chances to turn the tables!" Doug, the old man, who was also a childish ghost, patted Mo Henian on the shoulder proudly, and looked at Mo Henian's unhappy look, he was very happy in his heart.

It seems that the trolls I have been coveting for a long time can be fooled!

Mo Henian was really unhappy, losing a little too much 3:1, but the old man's mentality did not collapse, and he bragged to Nelson and a few other old men when he came back: "It's okay! It's okay! The round just now didn't feel good, and next, I will definitely win!"

But Yang Yi could still see that his father-in-law was anxious, and when he waited for the management to change targets, he kept clenching his fists or wiping the shotgun in his hand.

"Dad, why don't you let me go?" You may feel a little cold in your hand today, but my hand feels very hot!" Yang Yi leaned over and muttered to Mo Henian with a smile and in Chinese, "I'll fight for you in the next two rounds, and I guarantee to win back!"

"You, have you played with this thing?" Mo Henian looked at Yang Yi suspiciously, to say that Yang Yi performed well in the previous rifle, he could still understand that Yang Yi had been a soldier before and had a foundation.

But he doesn't think that when Yang Yi was a soldier, he also practiced playing flying saucers, which unit is still equipped with shotguns? It seems that except for a small amount of equipment in some units in the United States, no country has this gun with a short range and is easy to injure its own people by mistake, right?

Yang Yi opened his eyes and said nonsense: "Yes, there is a domestic friend who also runs this shooting range in the magic capital, I have played with him, don't brag to you, I am really talented in playing this." ”

Mo Henian will be suspicious, but his son-in-law volunteered to share the pressure for himself, Mo Henian also felt warm in his heart, and he really didn't feel good today, so he didn't be stubborn anymore and nodded lightly.

"Doug, in the next round, my son-in-law will play for me. Mo Henian put his arm around Yang Yi's shoulders, held his head high, and said to Doug.

"Your son-in-law?" Doug hadn't officially met the yellow young man beside Mo Henian, but he didn't think Yang Yi could be so powerful, and he laughed arrogantly, "Haha, yes, you can go on any of them!"