Five minutes later, the shooting range had been arranged, Qin Feng stood in front of the shooting point with a rifle in a standard posture, and looked at the field meticulously through the scope, although the opponent was Zhengji, he was still very serious, because he wanted to completely defeat Zhengji with an absolute advantage in indisputable results! Let him kneel down and beg for mercy!

"Ready! Start!" With an order, ten targets suddenly stood up in an area of the shooting range, moving sideways or up and down at the same time at a rapid speed.

"Bang, bang, bang" , Qin Feng, who was standing in the shooting position, shot one shot at a time, one after another, as if ringing in the hearts of the onlookers, after each gunshot, a target fell to the ground, and every time he fell to the ground, it put a heavy shackle on the hearts of Song Liang and other people who cared about political discipline, how much they hoped that Qin Feng could play abnormally, how much they hoped that the target could be set up after the gun sounded, but this was impossible, in Qin Feng's eyes, this was not just a game, but also a battle related to the dignity of men, and whether his goal could be achieved。

With the end of the last gunshot, the last target was also knocked down, and there were still more than ten seconds left, that is to say, Qin Feng hit ten of their own moving targets in just twenty seconds, and the onlookers looked at Qin Feng who was smoking from the gun in the field silently, and took a breath of cold air, although he knew that Qin Feng's performance in using this gun would not be bad, but he didn't expect him to be able to hit them all.

Soon, the professional personnel came from the shooting range and reported the results: "Ten targets are all hit, three are seven rings, three are eight rings, two are five rings, one is nine rings, and one is ten rings! a total of 74 rings."

Song Liang and the others outside the arena gasped in unison, not that Qin Feng's results were against the sky, but in their opinion, this achievement was already unattainable for political discipline!

"It's not good, I'm afraid this newcomer is going to lose," whispered to the crowd of onlookers after seeing the result.

"What should I do Sister Song Yu, who knows if this Qin Feng is so powerful, will Brother Zhengji lose?" Bai Yiyi looked at Song Yu with an anxious face, she didn't want to see her Brother Zhengji fail.

"Believe him, you won't lose, you forget, he is a man who can create miracles!", Song Yu said with a stubborn gaze at the motionless Masaki in the field.

"What are you doing stupidly, it's your turn! If you're afraid of being embarrassed, you can admit defeat," Qin Feng threw the gun into the hands of the staff, and looked mockingly at Zhengji, who closed his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking, he felt that he had won at the moment, as if he had seen Zhengji's kneeling in front of him, and he suddenly couldn't wait to see the scene at that time.

Zhengji stepped forward without saying a word, didn't look at him, just said to Lin Yiyu: "Brother Lin, let's start."

Lin Yiyu looked at Zhengji complicatedly, then at the desert eagle in his hand, and said with some hesitation: "Zhengji, are you sure you will use this one?

Masaki shook his head and said he didn't need to.

Lin Yiyu sighed and waved his hand to the shooting range personnel in the distance, signaling that he could get ready to start.

Masaki stood in front of the crowd, with his back to everyone, he looked around, very good, no one was in a parallel line with him, and the nearest one was three meters away.

"Ready, go!" As the referee gave the order, he pinched the stopwatch, and the time began to move by minute.

Masaki took a deep breath with his eyes closed, and when he opened his eyes again, his eyes had turned into blood-red kaleidoscope writing wheel eyes, yes, yes, in order to make sure that nothing went wrong, Masaki didn't even use Magatama and opened it directly to the kaleidoscope.

In the eyes of Masaki, the whole world instantly slowed down to the limit, he could even see the frequency of the blue bird in the sky fanning its wings, see the breeze blowing through the withered yellow grass, the grass trembling slightly, and even the dust in the air, he could see it at a glance, not to mention the target two hundred meters away, although it was moving very fast, but in his sight, it was like an old man who was about to die, almost slow to the limit.

"Bang!" The first shot, in the sight of Masaki, because of the inertia of the shot, the huge body of the Desert Eagle lifted up at a very slow speed, and the chamber of the gun retreated sharply, and he could even see the vibration wave gradually transmitted from the body of the gun to his arm, and the muscles on the arm trembled at a glance, and then in his vision, a golden fire scattered from the muzzle, and then the golden warhead flew towards the target at a speed that was not fast or slow in his eyes, and with the operation of the writing wheel, even the rotation of the bullet Masaki could be seen clearly, and the bullet crossed an obvious wave mark in the air and flew towards the target。

"Off target!" And in Song Liang's point of view, it was after Zhengji fired a shot, none of the targets in the field fell, and his heart shook violently, there were a total of eight bullets in the desert eagle, one missed the target, and there were seven, that is to say, even if Zhengji even if all seven were ten rings, he would lose, and his last glimmer of hope at this moment also disappeared, it seemed that it was still not good! He shouted out violently and involuntarily, but Song Yu, who was beside him, held his hands tightly, bit his lip tightly, and looked at the slender back of Zhengji in the field.

On the other side, the corners of Qin Feng's mouth were slightly tilted, he has now completely relieved his heart, in this battle, Zhengji will undoubtedly lose, he even sits on the grass at the moment, with his back to Zhengji, looking at the fire clouds in the sky, and he doesn't even look at Zhengji.

And there are obviously a lot of people around who think of this, many people have completely lost the suspense of this duel, political discipline, has already lost, seven bullets, how to score more than 70 rings?

But he said that at this time, when the first shot missed the target, he did not panic, and he did not plan to make a contribution to this shot, but just to test the visual effects and laws of the writing wheel eye first.

Zhengji ignored the discussion of everyone behind him, his mental power was unprecedentedly concentrated, his brain was running at a very fast speed, calculating the time and angle of shooting, "Bang!" was another shot, and this shot, a bullet target fell in response, but Masaki's face did not have any joy, Bahuan, there was still a slight deviation in his own calculation, there were still six bullets, and ten seconds had passed.

"Huh?" Song Liang, who was outside the court, snorted in surprise when he saw Du Zhengji's shot, and actually hit it, but, even so, seven bullets were useless, he couldn't help but look at his sister, but saw that she didn't give up at all, and still looked at Zhengji with a convicted look.

At this time, everyone unanimously let out a cry of surprise, but saw that Masaki put down the gun and stood fixedly at the shooting position, but he didn't admit defeat, just looked at the fast-moving target in the shooting range.

"Zhengji, don't give up, even if you lose, you have to lose like a man!" Lin Yiyu, who has always been introverted, couldn't help shouting towards Zhengji.

"Yes, Brother Zhengji, shoot quickly! There are still twenty seconds! I believe you!" Bai Yiyi also shouted loudly, but a trace of tears appeared in the corner of her eyes, she couldn't imagine the consequences after Zhengji lost, whether her idol really wanted to bend the knee to Qin Feng, a nasty beast, and whether Sister Song Yu would not be able to get rid of his entanglement.

"Zhengji, have you given up? Have you forgotten your promise?" Song Yu was no longer indifferent at the moment, his eyes were red and he looked at Zhengji's back and muttered to himself.

And in the middle of the political discipline, but like an island in the waves, not the slightest trembling, if someone in front of him to see his appearance, will see an incredible scene, his kaleidoscope windmill is rotating rapidly, if the world is faster than the speed of light, probably only the speed of human thinking, in the mind of the political discipline, the target in the shooting range gradually with a certain law of slow movement, gradually in the mind of the political discipline has a set of ideas, and at this time, the outside world has only ten seconds.

Just when everyone outside the field had completely given up, Masaki suddenly moved, his arm was raised violently, "Bang, bang, bang,", three consecutive shots! The recoil of the powerful Desert Eagle actually fired in succession in his control! Then, the four targets in the shooting range fell in response, but Masaki's body was also slightly stunned, even him, the huge recoil of the Desert Eagle made him a little uncontrollable, not waiting for everyone to come back to their senses, and then, Masaki just shook slightly, "Bang, bang, bang" There were three more shots, but there were four more targets in the field, and so far, all the eight bullets of the Desert Eagle in Masaki's hand were fired!

At this time, all the onlookers standing behind, including Song Liang, were like swallowing a duck egg, and the remaining Adam's apple was trembling slightly, silently looking at the scene in the shooting range, in the center of the huge shooting range, only the target that Masaki had left and wide at the beginning stood alone in the field, moving left and right comically, and the breeze blew through everyone's hair, and it also made waves in everyone's hearts.

"Boom", Song Liang swallowed deeply, he couldn't believe the scene in front of him, why, why is there only one target left in the shooting range, is it because he hasn't learned mathematics well? Shouldn't it be the best situation and there are only three targets left? What the hell is going on? Could it be his own hallucination? He couldn't help but rub his eyes, and then looked at the field, yes, there was indeed only one target left.

"Boom" With a bang, the onlookers boiled instantly like a bomb that was detonated, everyone's eyes flashed with disbelief, everyone opened their mouths but didn't know what to say, as if they were blocked in their chests, they didn't know how to describe the scene they saw, smooth sailing may not be the most shocking, but the most surprising thing is the contrast from despair to reversal, in order to give people the greatest stimulation and touching, at this moment it is impossible to describe in words, people can't measure it with reason, and political discipline, but as if nothing happened, Slowly handed over the desert eagle that was already empty of bullets in his hand to Lin Yiyu's hands, and Lin Yiyu also mechanically took over Zhengji's gun, even if he had opened the shooting range for so many years, he had seen more bullets than he had eaten salt grains, but today's one was something he had never seen.