In the United States, many people look down on the yellow race and the Chinese who are weak in their eyes, but Mo Henian has won the respect of these people because of his fiery temper and fun-loving cowboy personality.

Don't look at Doug and Mo Henian spewing trash talk, and shouting about calculating the antique guns of Mo Henian, but he didn't underestimate Mo Henian, at least when he spoke, he maintained an equal attitude in his words. If it weren't for the fact that he really couldn't play, Doug might still be called a brother to Mo Henian!

This is very rare! Because Doug also recognized that Mo He was a yellow man, when he saw Yang Yi, he didn't look at this young yellow man squarely, and before he did a rational analysis, he no longer regarded Yang Yi as a thing.

When Yang Yi and Craven were preparing for the second round of the game, Doug also teased Mo Henian, saying that he actually found a hairy boy to replace him, which was too seedless!

Later, Nelson and the old men saw Yang Yi succeeding Mo Henian, and they were also discussing.

"He let his son-in-law play, there won't really be any hole cards that haven't been turned over, right?"

"Yang is still good, I like this young man! I hope he can win my fire cloud back!"

"What do you call your fire clouds! I don't know if I win or not, I haven't seen him play a flying saucer, and I'm still asking the rules just now. ”

"Why did Mo let him fight Craven? Craven's strength is not good, this kind of double multi-directional flying saucer, five can hit two is about the same, if Mo is on his own, the winning chance may be greater!" said an old man suspiciously.

Nelson's gaze fell on Mo Henian, who was frowning and looking at Yang Yi, and he guessed: "It is estimated that Mo also wants to take care of his son-in-law, and the young man will fight this for the first time, give him a weak opponent, and save him from losing too badly......"

Unbeknownst to Nelson, he had indeed guessed part of the idea of the Year of the Crane.

Yang Yi didn't know either, don't look at the usual fierce man, he is still thinking about him in his heart.

If Mo Henian was stubborn, he would be reluctant to give up Craven, his opponent who had a relatively large chance of winning, to Yang Yi. But it doesn't matter if you win or lose the game, no matter how much an antique gun is worth more than 100,000 US dollars, Mo Henian doesn't want to discourage Yang Yi's enthusiasm, and he also wants to believe in Yang Yi.

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"Ready!" shouted the referee on the sidelines.

Yang Yi, who shot first, did not hold the gun horizontally in a standard posture like Mo Henian and Doug, with the butt close to the armpit, so that he could shoot against the shoulder at any time. Yang Yi did not have this habit, he held the gun relaxedly, the muzzle of the gun was still diagonally downward, standing straight, his eyes fixed on the direction of the target throwing machine in the middle of the field.

The two flying saucers were silently thrown out, and at this moment, Yang Yi's eyes became sharp. I saw that he was ready to shoot in an instant, with the butt of the gun pressed against his shoulder and pulled the trigger

Bang, bang!

The first shot, the muzzle swing, the second shot......

The posture is handsome!

But there was no pink powder bursting out of the air, which was a bit embarrassing, and he missed both shots......

"Young man, watch me teach you how to play with guns!" Craven, who replaced him, seemed to think that Yang Yi was a rookie, so he fired two shots triumphantly, and actually hit one shot!

This was indeed an unexpected surprise for Craven, a white fat man who was not very accurate in marksmanship.

"Alas, Craven's luck is too good!" the old men lamented.

"Yang is a little harder. Nelson looked at Yang Yi with some concern.

"It's your turn!" Craven chuckled as he walked past Yang Yi.

Yang Yi didn't spray trash talk, he stood calmly to the side, just now he was about to hit, just a little off, especially the first shot, he could feel that the range of the bullet spread was very close to hitting the flying saucer.

After all, this shotgun is a shotgun, and the recoil is very large, Yang Yi has not yet adapted to the shotgun of this world for the first time, and the recoil of the first shot has also affected the speed at which he fired the second shot, and the rotation of the muzzle has kept up, but the gun is a little slower.

Fortunately, the two guns just now have allowed Yang Yi to figure out the situation of this gun and know how to adjust it.

Of course, you can find an excuse for not hitting, but Yang Yi is still a little unhappy in his heart, he was a killer in his previous life, and he is still a special soldier in this life, which is still lagging behind ordinary people, it's too embarrassing!

This time, Yang Yi didn't allow himself to miss again!

I saw that Yang Yi was still standing with a gun like just now, and his expression was a little solemn. But at this time, a familiar shout came from behind him: "Come on, don't be nervous, you can do it!"

Yang Yi was stunned for a moment, turned his head, and looked at Mo Henian who was smiling and shaking his fists with him.

The old man actually cheered him on!

Yang Yi nodded lightly.

When he turned around, his spirit became more and more vibrant, and his eyes became extremely stern, this time, Yang Yi was really serious.

"Fat!"

The two flying saucers flew out in different directions and at different throwing angles.

Yang Yi's gaze locked firmly on them, and he raised his gun in an instant.

"Bang bang!"

Two clouds of pink powder burst out of the air.

And Yang Yi just glanced at it lightly, casually opened the chamber, threw away the two bullet shells, and turned around and walked back to Mo Henian's side, this series of actions was smooth and extremely chic!

"Oh!" the old men reacted and exclaimed.

Nelson exclaimed in surprise: "Perfect!

Not to mention the stupid Doug on the other side, they were stunned and couldn't believe their eyes.

The bustle here also attracted the attention of some shooting range patrons and even a few instructors, who came over and inquired curiously.

"This young man, just now he hit the double multi-directional flying saucer perfectly!" an old man excitedly introduced to the onlookers.

"Really, so powerful!"

It is not easy to hit two multi-directional flying saucers at once, and at the shooting range, you may only see them once in a few days, and like these old men, they have hardly ever been so "lucky".

Therefore, everyone was talking about it and waiting for Yang Yi's next shot with anticipation.

As for Craven, this guy is under a lot of pressure, and he misses two shots, and has been ignored by everyone.

Yang Yi's side, he didn't see the old man's surprised expression, maybe Mo Henian was still a little reserved, but he saw the old man nodding a little arrogantly, and pretended not to care: "It's not bad, keep up the good work!"

Then keep up the good work!

The third time, Yang Yi still hit two flying saucers very steadily.

Two clumps of pink powder burst in the air, like two blooming flowers, and the onlookers were amazed.

"Who the hell is this young man? so strong!"

"Two perfect hits in a row, it's not luck!"

"See next time, can he still hit?"

After the fight, people on the sidelines began to talk again.

Craven still missed a shot in this round, he was under too much pressure, after the fight, he shook his head regretfully, he knew his level, first glanced at Doug helplessly, and then carried a shotgun on his back, went to shake hands with Yang Yi, and took the initiative to admit defeat.

"Kid, you're strong! you're really strong!" Craven shrugged his shoulders and said, "I don't have to play in the next two rounds, I can't be like you, two consecutive perfect shots." ”

"You're also very strong and put a lot of pressure on me. Yang Yi politely said two sentences.

But the audience on the sidelines was not happy: "Craven, you don't fight, let this kid finish fighting, we still want to see his amazing performance!"

"It's okay, we still have one round!" Doug came out of the round, pointed at Stuart, "Stuart will fight him later." ”

Stuart smiled wryly on the side, he did hit a perfect hit a few days ago, but it was luck, now looking at Yang Yi's shooting posture and speed, he knows that he has met a master, and there is not much chance of winning.

But the cowboys never flinch easily, and Stuart is not as seedless as Craven's fat man, he still gritted his teeth and competed with Yang Yi in five sets.

There was no suspense in the result, Stuart hit four skeets, and he failed to pull off a miracle.

Yang Yi shot in five groups, four groups hit perfectly, and one group made a small mistake and only hit one target. Mistakes are normal, and even Olympians dare not say that they can hit a flying saucer in both directions.

But even so, this terrible hit rate also made the surrounding onlookers fascinated.

The two pink flowers that bloom in the air in a row are really shocking!

"The only pity is that Yang's opponent is not strong, Stuart is like a little baby in front of him!, he was abused so badly!" Nelson laughed, and now, his heart was full of pride, as if Mo Henian was not, he was the father-in-law of Yang Yi who won the game!

"Hey, hey, Doug is going to die of depression, his car has lost this time!" said an old man, "Burning clouds! I want to borrow it first, and you don't want to rob me." ”

Yang Yi's side, he handed the shotgun to Mo Henian's hand, at this time, he saw Mo Henian's pleased eyes, although the old man didn't know how to express his recognition of his son-in-law, but his expression and attitude have changed a lot.

"Good fight!" Mo Henian patted Yang Yi on the shoulder cordially.

At this point, Doug shook his head and walked over with his car keys.

"I want to lose the bet, mo, this sports car of mine is yours!" Doug was more atmospheric, and happily threw the key to Mo Henian, and looked at Yang Yi with a smile, and asked Mo Henian, "But I have a question, you have to tell me, who is your son-in-law sacred? The gun is so good! Is it an athlete of the Chinese national team?"

"No, where is he an athlete!Haha, Yang Yi, you tell him where you came from!" Mo Henian swelled decisively when he faced Doug, and said triumphantly.

Doug looked at Yang Yi.

Where did you come from? This question is worth considering.

Yang Yi restrained the smile on his face, saw him straighten his chest and legs, saluted a military salute, and said to Doug with a serious face: "Sir, I am a veteran, from the People's XXX Army of the Chinese XXXXX country!"