"How many rings do you think he can have?" Cowboy Matt whispered to Morris beside him.

"Forty rings at most, maybe less, maybe there will be misses." Morris looked at Pete as he was loading.

"Forty?" Matt looked at Morris in disbelief, "Are you sure?" Do you know him? ”

"A case of beer." Morris affirmed.

"Yes." Matt readily agreed. And Jeff, who was beside them, sneered and said, "Do I block it too?" ”

"Yes. How do you want to block? Matt asked, looking at Jeff.

"I'm blocking more than forty-five." Jeff looked confident and said, "If you are above forty-five, you two will lose one box to me, and if you are below forty-five, I will lose one box to each of you." ”

"That's it." As he spoke, Matt reached out and shook Jeff's hand to show that he was sure of his word.

Donovan, who was standing behind Pete, looked at the three guys and slowly put on the earplugs, shaking his head slightly and looking helpless.

Pete pressed the bullet and loaded it into the magazine, loading the bullet and slowly aiming. After aiming for about five seconds, the trigger was pulled. Then it was fired again about five seconds later, and the five shots were shot out in a rhythmic manner.

This time, perhaps because of the bet, Jeff quickly looked at the old guy who had brought them here and said, "How many rings are there?" ”

The target paper was quickly sent over, "Forty-eight rings." Pretty good. The impact points are well distributed. The old fellow said as he handed the paper to Donovan. Evans, who was watching from the sidelines, slapped his chin twice.

Donovan took it and looked at it, then turned to look at Morris and Matt and said, "Now it's the two of you're in turn." I'm blocking you two under forty-five. Especially you, Maurice, maybe you won't be able to reach the forty rings. If you can get to forty-five, no matter what the final result is, I will invite you to dinner. ”

"Huh." Jeff on the side smiled and said, "You're late today." Otherwise, you'll know that I was originally in the same company as Pete. I know a lot about his marksmanship. ”

Morris and Matt looked a little embarrassed, especially Morris's ugly face. He put on his earplugs, walked to the firing position, quickly reloaded the bullets, loaded and aimed at the target, and he quickly pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Donovan doesn't really care how many rings Morris can play. After Morris started shooting, Donovan walked up to Pete and patted him on the shoulder, as if to give him an affirmation of what he had just done.

Pete nodded and looked at Morris, in fact, judging from Morris's movements, this guy is not bad. This is not surprising, after all, the people who can find work here are not ordinary people. But perhaps Morris's mood was affected, and his shooting rhythm was not good, so that after five shots, Morris only had 43 rings. Although it was not bad, it was not as bad as Donovan said, but it still made Donovan sneer, and Morris looked a little frustrated and unwilling.

When it was Matt's turn to play, his results were even worse, with 40 rings, not only the slowest rate of fire but also the lowest number of rings at the moment. Even Evans, who had been watching everyone shoot attentively, shook his head slightly.

"Chili, hippopotamus," Donovan looked at Ochoa and Jeff, "it's up to you." ”

Ochoa and Jeff both seemed more relaxed, and the results in the fifth shot were not bad, Ochoa was the same as Morris at 43 rings, and Jeff also hit 45. Donovan took off the earbuds and looked at everyone: "Do you want to change places?" Try the rifle again? He looked at Evans.

"I'm fine." The old guy Evans shrugged and looked at the others.

At this time, Pete noticed other expressions, and Morris and Matt seemed to be a little unwilling, but also a little lacking in confidence. So they didn't say anything.

"If I let you shoot as fast as the old man, what do you think the fight will be? Won't it be miserable? Will there be a few shots on target? Donovan continued without dwelling.

"That's what I'm good at... You know... The old guy Evans said as if he was worried that Donovan would really embarrass everyone like this.

"Of course I do." Before the old fellow could finish speaking, Donovan stretched out his hand and interrupted, "I mean, what are we doing?" Like the old man just said, when we shoot with a gun, my target will not move like a target, let us aim slowly and shoot? Is it possible? Donovan said and looked at everyone, "It's not going to fucking happen." Not only do they not stand still, but those damn targets have guns in their hands and will keep shooting at us. And that's not what disappointed me the most. It's where we are now. As he spoke, he took a deep breath as if adjusting his emotions, "I know everything about your recent state. Don't believe me, I can comment. Donovan looked at Jeff first, "What have you been up to lately?" The whole person has gained weight. Dancing and singing all day long, cuddling girls? Attending various parties, are you ready to get married? It's not impossible, but shouldn't you think about what you do? ”

Pete looked at Jeff, who was standing not far from him, and from the look on his face, he knew that Donovan was not talking nonsense. Then Donovan looked at Ochoa and said, "You." Kick the ball, take the kids, play the ball with the kids. Are you ready to babysitting? I've tried to contact you twice, but you didn't answer the phone. And it was a long time before I got back. What's going on? Are you ready to be a babysitter? I'd love to know. ”

Ochoa looked at Donovan and whispered, "No. No. ”

"Then Maurice and Matt." Donovan looked at the two of them and let out a long sigh, "I don't want to talk about any of yours. To put it simply, it's sex and violence. Donovan said with a sneer, "Drinking, fighting, smoking marijuana, sleeping with women." Fuddle. What do you think if I say that we are going on a mission now, that we are going to the Middle East? Is it appropriate? ”

Just then, the phone in the shooting range suddenly rang. The old guy who brought us here walked over to the phone, picked it up, and after saying a word, turned to look at Donovan and said, "Your man is here." It's Avery . ”

"Good. Help bring him down. Thank you. Donovan sighed, as if he was tired.

The man hung up the phone and walked into the elevator, bringing a woman a moment later. The woman had short black hair, a straight nose, and large, guarded eyes. He is quite tall, well-built, and wears a loose athleisure attire. At first glance, it is the kind of strong woman or female man. As soon as she walked over to everyone, Donovan immediately pointed at Pete and said, "New partner." Get to know each other. ”