At this time, the crowd in the entire competition venue gradually became noisy, and everyone began to speculate whether the 'gunner' could hit the flagpole, and some people even began to bet in private, and the crowd in the venue was boiling for a while.

The 'gunman' was still expressionless, the sniper rifle in his hand was aimed at the flagpole at the top of the mountain, as if he had been isolated from the crowd, and everything around him had disappeared, leaving only the sniper rifle in his hand and the target in his eyes.

"Soldier, do you want to try?!" Sherlock looked at the soldier with a smile, his eyes shining.

"It's too difficult...... the soldier waved his hand again and again, not to mention that the wound on his back is not healed now, even if it has healed, this kind of occasion is not suitable for the soldier to make a move.

Sherlock chuckled, "Let's do it together!" ”

The soldier raised his eyebrows slightly, and a pair of sharp eyes as sharp as knives looked at Sherlock fixedly, as if to see even a trace of his face.

It's just that what disappointed the soldier was that apart from the smile, the soldier couldn't even see any other expression on Sherlock's face, which was really too hidden!

At this moment, Franklin, who was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, had happily ordered someone to get a sniper rifle, and by the time the soldier came back to his senses and wanted to refuse, Sherlock had already handed the sniper rifle in his hand to the soldier, and his bright eyes were full of provocation.

"Whoever can hit the flagpole on the top of the mountain will belong to whoever the lottery head!" Sherlock looked at the soldier with confidence on his face, and seeing that the soldier still wanted to refuse, Sherlock pulled out a small military thorn from his waist and stuck it on the wooden table beside him, and continued with a smile, "Plus this!" ”

The soldier's eyes subconsciously fell on the short military thorn on the table, and couldn't help but light up, this is a specially improved military thorn, and the material is hard, sharpened iron like mud, and more importantly, it has been specially improved, easy to hide, not easy to be detected by the enemy, if the sentinel can use such a saber, it is definitely twice the result with half the effort!

But all men have an extraordinary fanaticism for swords, guns and weapons, and the soldiers are naturally no exception, not to mention, the military spur is short and concise, but it is the most suitable for girls, and the moment they saw the military spur, the soldiers were extremely compatible with Ran Shuang, and their hearts were really itchy, and they finally gritted their teeth and took the sniper rifle.

Since Sherlock has made a military stab, the soldiers naturally have to take out something, and the things on their bodies are all military configurations, no matter what they take, it is not compliant, so they simply don't take it!

"What? Brother Bing, don't you come out with some lottery heads? Franklin said with a smile on his face, his eyes full of excitement.

The soldier chuckled, then raised the sniper rifle in his hand, pulled the safety bolt, and his sharp and cold eyes were like a sharp blade full of blood, making people dare not look directly.

"Wait until I lose!" Although the voice is low, it is full of pride and indescribable free and easy confidence.

"Hahaha, okay, then let's compare first!" Sherlock looked unimpressed, but a pair of bright eyes could not hide the brilliance, and his face was full of smiling.

At this time, the others also noticed the movements of Sherlock and the soldiers, and saw the two standing in the main stand with sniper rifles and shooting positions, so they looked back at the two of them silently, their faces full of anticipation and excitement.

Seven Kills can rank first in the world's killer organization, and its strength is naturally not to be underestimated, and Sherlock, as the leader of Seven Kills, is even more skilled, otherwise he would not single-handedly make the originally unknown Seven Kills jump to the number one killer organization in seven years.

And the Seven Kills under the leadership of Sherlock all the way through the thorns, and finally climbed to the highest position, and the Seven Kills members are naturally inseparable from the fight for their lives, and with the original core backbone successively transferred to important positions, the current Seven Kills members know that Sherlock has a few pounds and taels in his hands, so when they heard that Sherlock was going to challenge the soldiers in person, everyone was looking forward to it.

The 'gunman' had already gotten up at this time, and walked to the side with the gun with a blank face, and everyone's faces couldn't help but flash a trace of disappointment, because the 'gunman' never shot a gun that he was not sure of, so since he got up without shooting, it means that he knew that he couldn't shoot, so he simply didn't shoot this shot.

Everyone saw that the 'gunner' was not sure to hit the flagpole, and they were full of expectations for the competition between Sherlock and the soldiers, and the originally noisy crowd was suddenly silenced, and they all looked at Sherlock and the soldiers with bated breath, with nervous expectations on their faces.

Sherlock's gaze flickered at the soldier, but it quickly vanished. Seeing that the soldier was aiming at the target with a calm and solemn face, he withdrew his gaze and began to aim and adjust.

The distance is 1,800 meters, southeast wind, wind force 5......

The soldier frowned slightly, although the range of the sniper rifle in his hand could even hit targets two thousand meters away, but this kind of ultra-long-distance sniping was not what the soldiers were good at......

The soldier pursed his lips, his palms sweating slightly.

At this time, Sherlock also had a solemn face, such a long distance is a challenge for anyone, not to mention, he has never tried such a long distance!

Time passed minute by minute, but the soldiers and Sherlock still did not shoot, everyone stood aside without daring to breathe, and some people even sweated on their foreheads, and their faces were full of impatience.

"Whew!" The bullet burst through the air and made a sharp whistling sound, which made everyone's hearts suddenly rise to their throats, and they almost subconsciously looked at the flagpole on the mountain in the distance, excited and excited.

"Didn't hit!" After a while, someone in the crowd began to hang their heads, looking back at Sherlock with a look of disappointment.

Sherlock couldn't help but feel annoyed, but after a bullet adjustment, Sherlock's grasp increased a few points!

At this time, the soldiers still did not shoot, as if the whole person was frozen, motionless.

When everyone saw this posture, they all held their breath and concentrated, their eyes swept back and forth between the soldiers and Sherlock, and their whole hearts even raised their throats!

Sherlock's face was solemn, his eyes were full of gloom, and his index finger slowly put it on the trigger again......