'Whew! A gunshot rang out, and everyone's eyes once again turned to the top of the mountain in the distance.

At this moment, it was as if everyone had forgotten to breathe, and they all looked at the flagpole on the top of the mountain with bated breath.

Bullets grazed the flagpole, but the flagpole remained unmoving.

"Hey!" Everyone sighed in unison, and some even stomped their feet, their faces full of chagrin.

Sherlock suddenly felt that his face could not be hung up, although the soldiers had not fired a single shot so far, but he had fired two shots in a row but missed one shot, in comparison, he was a little uncontrollable!

Thinking of this, Sherlock couldn't help but take a deep breath, and a trace of calm appeared in his eyes that were originally full of anxiety, like a pool of stagnant water, without any waves.

Everyone saw that Sherlock fired two shots in a row and missed the target, and they knew that no one seemed to be able to complete this task, although the soldiers did not shoot at the moment, but the example of the 'gunner' was placed in front of them, after all, for some people, they would never do something they were not sure of, and the soldiers may be one of them, so they have not fired a single shot!

At this time, everyone lost their expectation of the soldiers, and instead felt that after two rounds of adjustment, Sherlock would definitely be able to hit the target with the third shot!

'Whew! At this moment, a gunshot rang out again, and everyone didn't even have time to tell who fired the bullet, but they saw that the flagpole on the top of the hill had been broken in two, and the crowd suddenly burst into cheers, and they couldn't hide their excitement and looked back at Sherlock.

"Hahaha, the leader has good marksmanship!"

"The boss is too good!"

Everyone gave Sherlock a thumbs up with excitement on their faces, looking elated, but Sherlock was iron-blue, and his face was getting darker and darker.

The soldier stood up expressionlessly and handed the sniper rifle in his hand to Franklin, who walked by.

Franklin's eyes had been focused on the soldiers and Sherlock since Fang Cai, so he naturally knew that Fang Cai's shot was fired by the soldiers, not Sherlock!

However, some people who don't know the truth take it for granted that Sherlock shot him, which is why he made such an oolong.

"Chief, give you a gun!" One of the Seven Kills laughed and took down the sniper rifle from the table and presented it to Sherlock.

Sherlock took the sniper rifle with a cloudy face, looked straight at the soldier with a pair of bright and sharp eyes, and then handed the sniper rifle to the soldier, "Here, you got it!" ”

As soon as Sherlock's words fell, everyone was shocked, and at this time, the person who saw who shot Fang Cai whispered, and everyone suddenly realized.

The soldier couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth slightly, but he didn't twist it, now that the victory and defeat have been divided, Sherlock has lost to himself, if he doesn't take the spoils happily, but shirks politely, it seems a little hypocritical!

Seeing that the soldier took the sniper rifle, Sherlock couldn't help grinning, the gloom on Fang Cai's face suddenly disappeared, and his bright eyes were full of admiration, such a long distance, he was able to hit with one shot, which contained too much strength, and this strength supported the soldier to be calm and calm after Sherlock fired two shots in a row, until he caught the most appropriate time to hit with one hit!

I have to say that the soldier's grasp of the timing is simply too perfect, and this innate keen sense of smell is completely genius!

The smile on Sherlock's face deepened, and then he pulled out the spur on the table, put it in a special scabbard, and then handed it to the soldier, and said with a smile, "Here, this is yours too!" ”

The soldier grinned and took the spur from Sherlock's hand, "Thanks! ”

"You're welcome, you deserve it!"

The sniper duel between the soldiers and Sherlock pushed the craze of the competition to the extreme, and then, everyone was gearing up and eager to try, all wanting to take the lead in this competition and make a good show.

"Brother Bing, your marksmanship is amazing, how do you practice, teach me!" Franklin's eyebrows fluttered, and he raised the sniper rifle in his hand, and then raised the sniper rifle in a aiming posture.

The soldier just chuckled, but did not answer, although Franklin is also a member of the Seven Killings, but because of Sherlock's relationship, therefore, although Franklin's status in the Seven Killings organization is not low, in essence, he is only responsible for all logistics affairs, and does not care about other matters related to operations.

Franklin was a genius of the mechanism, so although he may be far from Sherlock in skill and marksmanship, the mechanism he set up is exquisite and famous, otherwise Franklin would not have been 'invited' by the leader of the Libyan rebels to build an underground prison and eventually imprisoned.

As the saying goes, 'there is a specialization in the art industry', and it is clear that Franklin is not good at these.

At this time, Ran Shuang also pushed away the crowd and squeezed in, because the soldiers had just shown their hands, so everyone was full of admiration for the soldiers, and Ran Shuang was with the soldiers, so naturally he was also stained.

"Xiao Shuang!" The soldiers saw Ran Shuang for the first time, and hurriedly waved his hand at Ran Shuang, Ran Shuang couldn't help frowning slightly, and then walked towards the soldiers with a calm face.

The soldier knew that he was at a loss, and knew that the injury on his back had not healed, so he ran out casually, Ran Shuang must have come to Xingshi to ask for the guilt, so, before Ran Shuang could speak, the soldier smiled and handed the winning Caitou military thorn to Ran Shuang, and said busily, "Look, like it or not!" ”

Ran Shuang's words that had just reached his throat were all suppressed, and a pair of black and white black jade eyes glared at the soldiers, and then he took the military stab expressionlessly.

Judging from the appearance, the military thorn is short and concise, which has already made Ran Shuang a little interested, and when the military thorn is randomly slashed to the wooden table on the side, even the iron nails on the table are easily cut, which is simply the legendary sharpening of iron like clay.

Seeing that Ran Shuang's eyes were full of excitement, the soldier grinned, "How is it?" Do you like it? ”

Ran Shuang nodded heavily, and then looked up at the soldiers, "For me?" ”

"Definitely!"

Ran Shuang continued to play with the military thorn in his hand with a happy face, and his love was overflowing.

Ran Shuang's body lacks a military thorn in his hand, and a good military thorn is rare but not sought, not to mention, there are few blades suitable for female soldiers in the army, therefore, Ran Shuang has never found it, so when the soldiers gave her such a short dagger, the joy in Ran Shuang's heart can be imagined.

From the first time the soldiers saw the military thorn, they felt that this military thorn was very compatible with Ran Shuang, and now they saw that Ran Shuang liked it very much, and a smile couldn't help but appear on his resolute face, even with a smile on his eyebrows.

"Miss Ran, do you want to have a competition?" Sherlock looked at Ran Shuang with a smile.

"I won't join in the fun......" Ran Shuang subconsciously refused.

However, before Ran Shuang finished speaking, Franklin on the side had already come up, and looked at Ran Shuang with an earnest gaze, "Let's have a play, but there is a colorful head, the military thorn in your hand was won by Brother Bing!" ”

The soldier touched his nose unnaturally, thinking that Franklin simply couldn't open a pot, and he finally got rid of this matter, but he was good, and he talked back again.

Ran Shuang looked at the soldiers with a smile and raised the military thorn in his hand, "This is what you won back?" ”

The soldier hurriedly said, "It's just a shot, and the wound in the back doesn't open!" ”

Franklin looked at the soldiers with a blank expression, vaguely knowing where he had said something wrong.

"What's that, Miss Ran, it's really just just one shot......" Franklin hurriedly rescued the scene, "That, the color head will be a dagger later, and it will be the same sharpened iron as mud, and it is a pair of ...... with Fang Cai's military stab."

As soon as Franklin's words fell, Sherlock's face changed, and he almost subconsciously covered his waist and glared at Franklin vigilantly.

"Oh, big brother, this army thorn has been sent out, not missing that dagger!" Franklin was about to snatch the dagger from Sherlock's waist, but Sherlock dodged him, jumped to his feet angrily, and said angrily, "This is my fucking dagger, and I have never left my ......."

Sherlock's fierce reaction immediately aroused the interest of Ran Shuang and the soldiers, not to mention, Franklin said that the dagger and the military thorn in Ran Shuang's hand were a pair......

"Okay, then I'll just play, what's the comparison?" The corners of Ran Shuang's mouth raised slightly, and he looked at Franklin with a smile.

When Franklin heard this, his face was immediately excited, and Sherlock wailed and glared at Franklin fiercely, and then took the dagger with a painful face.

Franklin took the dagger and inserted it on the table without saying a word, the tail of the dagger trembled slightly, and let out a clear sound, which made people tremble.

When Sherlock slapped the dagger on the table, the soldiers and Ran Shuang's eyes couldn't help but light up, they originally thought that the short military thorn was already a high-quality product, but this dagger was even more in hand, and almost the moment they saw the dagger, the soldiers already liked it.

The soldiers gave Ran Shuang a look, and Ran Shuang turned his back on Sherlock and Franklin, and secretly made an 'ok' gesture to the soldiers.

Franklin couldn't hide his excitement and looked at the competition venue, at this time, there were two people on the platform in the center of the competition to try martial arts, but both of them were far more tall and heavy than Ran Shuang, and in this regard, Ran Shuang already had the upper hand.

"Well, it's a fighting ......" Franklin rubbed his hands together in embarrassment, "Otherwise, let's wait for the next one, here's the sport rapid-fire!" ”

Ran Shuang glanced at the fighting ring, a pair of black and white black jade eyes subconsciously narrowed into a line, a trace of essence light flickered, and the murderous aura was full of murderous energy.

"That's it!"