A group of several people, forward and backward, walked to the internal rifle range.

"You're crazy, promise him more than a gun, and swallow a bullet!" Walking in the front are Yang Jie and Su Wei, Su University reporter is not calm at the moment, gritting his teeth and whispering, his eyes are anxious.

"I've seen it before, and if you want to go upstairs, you have to go through a rifle range. I'm betting with him to attract the attention of others, and I'll pick the innermost target to make it easier for you to act. ”

"That mechanical fly is not big, it is not small, and it is easy to be seen without cover. It's best if you can really monitor the information from the next level. ”

whispered, but Yang Jie told his plan, gambling on marksmanship or something was just incidental in his opinion, and being able to get Su Wei done was the most important thing.

Monitoring the top secret of the mountain villa, how much information can you get for yourself?

Just thinking about that was enough for him to take the risk.

What's more, he is not afraid of gambling with Pang Ming, if he is the previous middle-aged uncle, then Yang Jie really has to think about whether he has won or not, and whether he can take it out if he swallows the bullet.

Because it is an indoor shooting range, the maximum distance is only 50 meters, but even a distance of 50 meters is quite a challenge for amateurs.

Two identical Type 56 semi-automatic rifles and a box of Type 56 rifle bullets, these are all the tools for Yang Jie and Pang Ming to gamble on guns. Looking at the rifle bullet that was almost more than seven centimeters long, a trace of unnatural struggle flashed across Pang Ming's face.

The gambling gun was proposed by him, Yang Jie said that compared to the rifle, he had no room to refuse at all, otherwise what he said himself, wouldn't it be a fart?

But now seeing this bullet, he can't help but beat a drum in his heart, if he loses, do you really want to swallow it?

The 50-meter target position was ready, and the other range personnel working here also gathered around the rifle range because of this strange gambling fight, and no one said anything to stop it, and it seemed that they all planned to watch the show.

Everything was ready, Yang Jie immediately pointed to the target position, and said, "You first or me first?" ”

"Hmph, I'll go first."

Knowing that the pressure on the latter one would be heavier than that of the previous one, Pang Ming replied with a cold face and reloaded his rifle at the same time. The rules were agreed upon by the two before, ten shots, more than the total number of rings.

"Lao Tzu usually doesn't play with rifles, it's definitely stronger than this little white face, as long as there is the usual water quality, you will win."

After reloading the bullets, Pang Ming raised the rifle to shoulder height, and there were no rules for firing the gun, just crawling or standing, in contrast, Pang Ming preferred to stand and play with the gun.

"Bump~~"

Under the gaze of everyone, Pang Ming pulled the trigger, and then the target position was inducted, and the result was also displayed on the screen: 7 rings.

This score can only be said to be good, a little better than the passing level, but it is a bit low on various gambling occasions. After all, almost all of them have two brushes to bet on this.

Yang Jie didn't care very much about Pang Ming's results, he was still thinking about the monitor in Su Wei's hand at the moment, and seeing Su Wei's right hand vaguely making an ok gesture, Yang Jie withdrew his gaze, and at the same time caught a glimpse of an inconspicuous black spot on the ground, which was a voyeur fly moving slowly.

At this time, no one noticed a small fly, flying along the rifle range in the aisle not far ahead, and everyone was watching Pang Ming's shot after shot.

Seven rings, eight rings, seven rings, six rings, seven rings, eight rings, ten rings, seven rings, eight rings, nine rings.

At the end of the ten shots, except for one shot that hit the six rings, the remaining nine shots are considered to be of some level, and even one shot hit the full ring, this result can already be taken out to dry.

So after Pang Ming put down the gun, many people around him consciously slapped their palms.

"Hmph, it's your turn!"

Ten shots hit the data of seventy-seven rings, and Pang Ming, who was still a little worried, became arrogant again. This can be regarded as his super long play, and he doesn't believe that kid can be better than himself.

Shrugging his shoulders, Yang Jie didn't have much pressure, or his control over his emotions was not comparable to Pang Ming at all. Even if the opponent's gun skills were really good, Yang Jie did not change his face in the slightest.

Quietly installing the bullet, loading it, holding the barrel of the gun to find a feeling, and then gently pressing the index finger of the right hand with the trigger, the bullet flew out of the muzzle.

Eight rings

This is Yang Jie's first shot.

Seeing this scene, the interest of the people around him came up, and it can be seen that it seems that these two people who are more skilled than guns are similar. And this kind of competition with comparable strength has always been the most attractive.

"Bang"

Almost every two seconds, Yang Jie's second shot rang out.

It's still the Eight Rings

The third shot was eight rings, the fourth shot was eight rings, and with several consecutive shots, Yang Jie scored eight rings in just one minute.

"Eh, this guy shoots very steadily."

"He won."

The one who answered the exclamation of the young man in sunglasses was the middle-aged man who played with guns before, and he and the young man in sunglasses also came to watch the game, and also saw Yang Jie's performance. Although there are still two shots, the uncle has already determined who will be the winner.

On the other side, Pang Ming, who was still a little proud, looked as ugly as eating poop at the moment. He didn't expect that Yang Jie's marksmanship could be so stable.

As long as nothing else, if the remaining two shots are also hit by the eight rings, he will lose.

"The second Olympics, or the eight rings? This dude did it on purpose, right? ”

At this time, the gunshots rang out again, and the results displayed were still the same, without a trace of waves.

"Let's have nothing to play, I've seen a lot of nine rings and ten rings, but I haven't seen this kind of continuous hit eight rings. It stands to reason that it shouldn't, with this level, you can also meet a full ring by blind touching. ”

There is still one last shot left, Yang Jie is now the result of 72 rings, while Pang Ji is only 77 rings. The gap between the five rings is almost incomparable, and everyone knows that Yang Jie will win.

It's just that in what way to win, will it still be the eight rings?

That's what everyone is saying!

It's just that this last shot, Yang Jie disappointed them, or it was beyond their expectations.

Turning his head and looking at Pang Ming, a sneer flashed on Yang Jie's face, let you and my brother pretend, and at the same time directly pressed the trigger without looking back.

Didn't miss the target, Six Rings!

This data can almost be said to be stinky, but the people around can't help but laugh when they see the screen behind the screen.

This girl is definitely deliberate, no more, no less, just a little more than the total score of 78 rings, a little more than 77.

"Impossible, how is this possible!"

The result came out, Pang Ming was dumbfounded, he lost the bet, did he really want him to swallow the bullet?

Putting down the rifle, Yang Jie took out one from the bullet box and played with it in his hand, looking at Pang Ming with a playful look, as if he was waiting for him to come and swallow the bullet.

"I don't believe it, you must have cheated, otherwise how could you be so accurate, every time it's the eight rings!"

"That's it, I think the last shot was fired by you, and you don't tell me honestly, what's going on with the first few shots?"

Pang Ming was cheating, and his two followers also followed to help him talk, they would only let others do this kind of thing like swallowing bullets, and he never thought that this day would come.

"Foolish? Hehe~~"

Yang Jie is not surprised that this group of seemingly human-looking rich second generations will have such a move, if they don't cheat if they lose, it is a fantasy.

Throwing the bullet in his hand with his right hand, Yang Jie threw it at the sole of Pang Ming's feet, and at the same time, his left hand suddenly picked up the rifle next to him and pointed it at the other party.

"Pick it up and eat it, I don't think I've seen you today. If you don't eat it, you can try to see if my left hand is as accurate as my right hand. ”

Yang Jie suddenly pointed a gun at Pang Ming, which was unexpected by the surrounding audience, but even if he saw it, few people had the idea of dissuading him. Those who had this kind of thought were also pulled by their companions.

Seeing Yang Jie holding a gun at him, Pang Ming's expression was agitated, and he took two steps back in a row: "You, you dare to shoot?" ”

"You can try, I dare not."

Shaking the barrel of the gun, the ridicule on Yang Jie's face became even stronger, this kind of pus, he really only plays with a gun to be handsome.

No one stepped forward to help, even the two attendants were afraid of harming the pond fish, Pang Ming wanted to escape, but he didn't dare to escape, he was afraid that as soon as he turned around, there would be gunshots behind him.

"I, I'll eat, don't, don't shoot."

In the end, Pang Ming still opened his mouth with trembling lips, and at the same time trembled his hands, slowly moved forward step by step, bent down, and picked up the bullet on the ground.

Three seconds

Ten seconds

Half a minute

After struggling, Pang Ming picked up the bullet, and at the same time slowly raised his arm and closed his eyes, preparing to put the seven-centimeter-long bullet into his mouth.

And just when Pang Ming was really about to open his mouth to swallow, a voice that seemed like heaven to him came from the bench next to him: "Forget it, there are so many people." ”

It was Su Wei who spoke, and at this moment she had taken off the sunglasses she had been wearing before, walked to Yang Jie's side, and whispered, "Let's go back, just ignore him." ”

"Just let him go?"

Hearing this, Yang Jie already understood that Su Wei had already done the job, and after bowing his head slightly, he shrugged his shoulders and said, "Okay, listen to you, let's not make trouble here." ”

After speaking, he was hooked by Su Wei and left out.

It's just that when he was walking close to Pang Ming, Yang Jie's hand holding the gun pulled the trigger again, and there was a 'click', and the sound was loud, but no bullet came out.

"Take it, remember, you still owe me a bullet."

With a somewhat teasing smile, Yang Jie handed the empty gun in his hand to Pang Ming, and then waved his right hand, as if saying goodbye to the others in the shooting range.