Dirk skillfully put the magazine into the sniper rifle, turned his head and smiled at Lin Fan: "Do you come first or do I come first?"

"Come first, I'm used to giving people a chance to pretend first. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" Lin Fan laughed.

Dirk had long been accustomed to Lin Fan's straightforward temperament, and he didn't care, his eyes turned sharply, and he immediately stared at the wide grass, with one hand flat on the trigger, and the other hand holding the sniper rifle handle, standing firmly in front of the grass in a very standard posture.

"Let's go!" Dirk immediately snorted.

Swish~

As Dirk's voice fell, a target quickly popped up on the grass, Dirk reacted very quickly, turned the muzzle, aimed at the target and fired a decisive shot.

Boom~

Gunshots!

I heard a crisp "click" sound in the distance, proving that Dirk hit the target.

Then, one by one, the targets kept appearing in the grass, Dirk was not in a hurry, very calmly holding the sniper rifle, as long as there was a target, he would complete a shot as quickly as possible.

Bang Bang Bang ~ Bang ~

The dense gunfire kept coming, and after eight sounds, Dirk completed a perfect shot!

"Of the eight shots, seven of them hit the heart and one missed the heart. ”

Immediately, a servant reported the information.

The corners of Dirk's mouth couldn't help but rise, this was the best result he had played so far, and smiled at Lin Fan: "Tyrant, how is my result this time?"

"You still can't win me!" Lin Fan said disapprerovingly.

Hearing this, Dirk's face was also a little dark, no matter how he said that this was his territory, with his status of despising the world, he was insulted by Lin Fan again and again, and he couldn't help but feel a little angry in his heart.

"Mr. Tyrant, please. Dirk said with fire in his tone.

Lin Fan shrugged his shoulders indifferently, grabbed the sniper rifle in his hand and turned it upside down, as if he was playing with a fun toy, and then, what made people stunned was that Lin Fan actually grabbed the sniper rifle with one hand, easily lifted it high, formed a flat line with his shoulder, and placed his index finger on the trigger smoothly!

The sniper rifle is heavier than ordinary firearms, and it is difficult for ordinary people to lift it with one hand, but Lin Fan directly lifted it to a height parallel to his shoulders, which is not surprising!

"Could it be that he wants to shoot with one hand?"

Everyone couldn't help but think about it!

And at this moment, Lin Fan lit a cigarette and stuffed it into his mouth, gently spit out a puff of smoke, the corners of his mouth raised, and said, "Let's start!"

Swish~

At the moment when Lin Fan's words fell, a target immediately popped up in the grass in the distance, Lin Fan didn't say a word, he held the sniper rifle with one hand, turned the muzzle smoothly and quickly, and shot it out directly!

Then, Lin Fan didn't care whether he hit or not, his eyes had already begun to sweep the grass, looking for a second target, with Lin Fan's reaction and gun speed, he was half a beat faster than the speed of the target, which made everyone around look frightened.

This Nima can't be described as a human being, it's simply a demon!

Bang Bang Bang ~ Bang ~

With six more gunshots, Lin Fan had already shot seven bullets, and with each shot, there would be a "click" sound in the distance, verifying that he had hit the target!

However, just when everyone was worried that Lin Fan would win Dirk, Lin Fan suddenly turned the muzzle of the gun and deviated from the direction of the target!

Boom~

Lin Fan decisively pulled the trigger and shot out the eighth bullet!

The bullet sliced through the void, but it missed the eighth target, and then shot at the side of the eighth!

At this moment, everyone showed a suspicious face, what is this guy doing if he doesn't hit the target? Is it because he is tired? I don't know the weight of the sniper rifle, so he will deviate?

As soon as they thought of it, everyone's eyes looking at Lin Fan immediately changed from their previous admiration to disdain, and they sneered in their hearts: Aren't you very good at it?

After Dirk saw this scene, his face also showed a little excitement, it was his dream to win against Lin Fanke, and said with a smile: "Tyrant, you lost!"

"How do you know I've lost?" Lin Fan smiled calmly.

Hearing this, Dirk couldn't help but be stunned, but just now he saw with his own eyes that Lin Fan's sniper rifle deviated from the direction of the target and didn't hit it at all, and even if his other seven shots hit the red heart, it would be a loss to himself!

Is there anything hidden in this?

"Young Master, Mr. Tyrant has hit a total of seven hearts. Old Paul hurriedly reported the data information to Lin Fan.

As soon as he heard this, the corners of Dirk's mouth immediately raised a hint of arrogance, and said, "Tyrant, this is the fair and just data information displayed by the machine, what else do you have to say now?"

"Does it matter if you win or not? As long as you feel that you win, it's enough, besides, who wins, God's old man looks at it carefully, I need to pee, go pee first, and see you in the living room later." ”

Lin Fan smiled freely, threw the sniper rifle to the servant beside him, turned around with a cigarette in his mouth and walked out of the backyard.

Looking at Lin Fan's arrogant back, Dirk's brows furrowed together, carefully reflecting on Lin Fan's last sentence, is there really something hidden in it?

Dirk immediately turned to old Paul and asked, "Did he really hit seven?"

"This is news from the database, I have sent someone to check it myself, and I will ask about the situation now. ”

Old Paul didn't dare to hesitate, hurriedly took out the walkie-talkie, and asked, "How is the situation?"

"Seven! It's true, the last bullet missed, and it didn't hit the target at all. The subordinate reported.

Hearing this, Dirk and old Paul exhaled a long breath, but before they could laugh, they heard a sudden urgent voice from the walkie-talkie: "Old Paul butler, please wait a minute!"

"What's the matter?" asked Old Paul, with a blank face.

"That's right, next to the eighth target, we found a hare that was killed, and the bullet used was the special bullet for the sniper rifle when the young master was competing to shoot just now, and through our identification, this hare will definitely not die for more than five minutes!"

"Killed...... Hare?" said old Paul.

On the other hand, Dirk, the expression on his face became unnatural!

After all, the target is fixed and will not move, but the hare is different, it has life, and will not wait for death in place, and if you want to kill the target with one shot during the movement, the judgment ability, the speed of shooting, and the speed of reaction all need to be extremely high!

What's more, Lin Fan still holds a gun in one hand to shoot, and the difficulty will be even greater, and the person who can reach this step can no longer be called a gunman, but a gun god!

Shocking! Unbelievable! Worship!

This is the truest portrayal of Dirk's mood at this moment!