Napoleon the Great taught us with his life: mercy to the enemy is cruelty to oneself!

The ancestors also said the same thing: Cutting grass does not remove roots, and the spring breeze blows and grows!

So this time Ye Luo doesn't plan to give Zhang Chenghu another chance to turn the tables, and he doesn't want to see a draw or anything, "The general effective range of the rifle is between 300-500 meters, so let's not engage in those vain heads and bells and whistles, let's go straight to 500 meters to fight the winner."

But when it comes to pistols, I started first, and this time I'll let you go first. The same thing for you: If I were to strike first, you wouldn't even have a chance to pull the trigger! ”

If he hadn't seen Ye Luo's previous miraculous marksmanship and accuracy, Cheng Guangquan had completely put away the last trace of contempt in his heart, not only that, but he also regarded Ye Luo as the biggest enemy, and the battle intent in his heart was burning. Therefore, if the same words are given to himself, he will not feel that he is humiliating himself, but more like a ...... The master is pointing out the taste of the younger generation.

The target of the rifle is different from the pistol, which is only a target, but ten targets aimed at the firing position in a fan-shape, and the distance is 500 meters, no problem!

Cheng Guangquan didn't understand the reason why Ye Luo chose the domestic Type 95 rifle, but he still did not hesitate to choose Scar-H, an assault rifle known for its accuracy and specially built for special forces.

Different from the relaxed freehand when the pistol was used, this time Cheng Guangquan was more cautious and serious, holding the gun with both hands, and it took more time to aim, waiting for more than ten minutes.

A faint breeze blew, and Cheng Guangquan, who was staring carefully, flashed in front of his eyes, and the index finger of his right hand instantly pulled the trigger!

Hit the target, move the muzzle, pause for a moment to aim.

Bang! There was another gunshot, and the above action was repeated again, as if it had been copied directly, exactly the same, and his eyes as sharp as an eagle.

After repeating the exact same action nine times, Cheng Guangquan let out a sigh of relief before putting down the rifle in his hand, and when he shot, he paid attention to it in one go, and he also didn't know what his results were when he was fully focused on shooting, but he felt that his state this time was better than all his previous competitions, and his results would naturally not be bad.

At the same time as Cheng Guangquan finished shooting, the club's staff had begun to quickly collect the final results, there were special people outside the shooting range to verify the target, and there were also staff members at the shooting range who were directly observing the scores with binoculars, and finally the final results would be reported after the two were checked correctly.

Compared with the composure of the two of them, it was the onlookers behind them who were looking forward to the final results of the staff, "the emperor is not in a hurry, the eunuchs are in a hurry".

"Mr. Cheng's final result is: ten shots and ten hits, a total of 99 rings!"

As soon as this result came out, he immediately shocked the audience, including the staff who said it, when he saw this result with a telescope, he wondered if he was dazzled by mistake, and after repeatedly confirming with the staff outside the shooting range with the walkie-talkie, he finally accepted this reality.

This is already the best result since the establishment of their Pudong Shooting Club, not that no one shoots 100 rings with a rifle, but at that time, the distance of 300 meters with a rifle was played, and it was the kind of person who paused for half a day to shoot a shot, and he witnessed the whole process, Cheng Guangquan's shooting process can be described as full of rhythm, and the time between each shot is almost the same, which is the real exaggeration!

"Hahaha! Look, you see, I'll just say it, this is the real ability of the three-time shooting champion, and the pistol just now can't play his real level at all!"

The first one to be overjoyed is naturally Zhang Chenghu, the situation is similar to the situation in the last pistol competition, and now Cheng Guangquan is almost invincible, of course, almost, not absolutely, theoretically there is still the possibility of defeating him, that is, a perfect score of 100 rings, but can this kind of thing really happen to a student?

Judging from Zhang Chenghu's insight, that is absolutely impossible!

The one who laughs last is the one who really laughs, and who can say the outcome if he doesn't reach the last moment?

At least Cheng Guangquan didn't feel that he had the chance to win, because he had been looking at Ye Luo since he finished shooting, even after the staff reported the results of 99 rings, the confident smile on his face was not moved in the slightest, and if he could perform like this, then there was only one possibility left: the other party was confident that he would shoot a perfect score of 100 rings to beat him!

Click~

The sound of the bullet being loaded sounded, and Ye Luo, who was carrying a domestically made Type 95 automatic rifle, stood on the firing position, waiting for the staff to reposition the new target.

Five minutes later.

"Sir, the target is in place, ready to shoot if you are ready. The staff looked at Ye Luo, who was unmoved, and reminded softly.

Ye Luo nodded to indicate that he knew, his eyes narrowed slightly and he saw that the distance of 500 meters was already a small black dot in the field of vision, and if there was no auxiliary sight, the probability of hitting was infinitely close to zero.

If he changed to any opponent, he might have given up on Cheng Guangquan's 99 ring scores, but unfortunately, his opponent was called Ye Luo!

Just when the big guys thought that Ye Luo would become more cautious under the pressure of the 99 ring, and would aim carefully and strive for perfection in every shot, Ye Luo told them with actions: Think too much!

Sideways with one hand raised the gun, just aiming at the blink of an eye, the right index finger pulled the trigger at will, as if the recoil completely lost its power when it met Ye Luo, it would not affect his shooting at all, and there was no need to adjust, the strong force on the wrist was vividly displayed at this moment, and the muzzle of each shot was not offset.

Between each shot, it seems that there is a pause to re-aim, and it seems that there is no stopping to shoot directly.

Because the time was too short, they stood behind them for some distance and couldn't see clearly, but in their eyes, Ye Luo's shooting posture was too cool, too dragging, too hanging!

That casual energy, that chic energy, that arrogance that ignores the world's heroes, many women present looked at Ye Luo with peach hearts in their eyes, and their saliva almost flowed all over the ground, this kind of boyfriend power is completely bursting, and he almost wants to swallow it completely in his stomach.

"Puff~"

When everyone was still looking forward to the final results, Zhang Chenghu took the lead in laughing, and the laughter was more proud, and he didn't forget to mock and ridicule the opponent when it was over, "Look what this guy is doing, is he handsome? amused me to death, I think it's impossible to win the captain, just give up on yourself!"