Zhong Chengkui frowned and looked at him, did he want to break the gun? If you're afraid of the game, say it clearly.

"What do you mean?"

He asked Wang Haifeng in a cold voice, and as soon as he finished asking, he saw him quickly reload the gun, which was like playing, very relaxed.

After Wang Haifeng loaded the bullet, he raised it up and glanced at the target, and saw that the crosshair was good, so he glanced at Zhong Chengkui lightly, and said lightly: "You can start." ”

I don't bother to answer Zhong Chengkui's question at all, as a sharpshooter, you must be very familiar with your own gun, so that it can listen to you.

"Start together, or do you come one by one?"

Zhong Chengkui saw Wang Haifeng's calm and confident appearance, and his heart was a little bottomless, so he looked at him and asked.

Wang Haifeng didn't look at him with cold eyes, kept staring at the target in front of him, and replied in a cold voice: "It's up to you." ”

The momentum completely suppressed Zhong Chengkui, and this ease was the greatest contempt for Zhong Chengkui.

"I'll come first."

Zhong Chengkui felt very angry, and he spoke with anger, since he said to let him go, then come with a preemptive strike.

Raise the gun and aim at the bull's-eye, waiting for Wang Haifeng to answer, if you shoot first, the psychological pressure will be less, if you shoot later, the first place will be good, and the psychological pressure will affect the performance.

"Yes."

He thought that Wang Haifeng was opposed, but he didn't think that he would throw out two words lightly again. It seems that he doesn't even disdain to say a word to him.

This made the arrogant Zhong Chengkui very angry, gritted his teeth and glared at him, regretting that he had proposed to shoot first, glanced at the surrounding onlookers, and found that some people looked at him with contempt.

This made him a little impetuous, after all, he had already lost a game in the sand table military exercise just now, so he proposed to shoot first, which would inevitably give people a feeling of fear of losing.

"You come first."

put down the gun and pretended to look at Wang Haifeng generously, which meant that he couldn't afford to look down on him at all.

wanted to suppress Wang Haifeng in momentum, but found that he was too calm, and he seemed to be calm as if he didn't take this competition seriously at all.

Could it be that he was sure of victory, thinking about it like this, he regretted letting Wang Haifeng shoot first.

"Okay."

Wang Haifeng glanced at him sideways, seeing the entanglement in his eyes, but did not give him a chance to regret it.

Raise the gun with one hand, squint your left eye, connect a line with three points, and aim your right eye at the bullseye through the crosshair.

"Dangdang, dangdang."

Calm and relaxed, the finger hooked the trigger, and shot out five shots in a row without interruption, the posture was indescribably chic, and the shooting was completed with ease, not like a competition at all, just like practicing guns in ordinary times.

I didn't see any nervousness at all, and I didn't rush to see the results after firing, but took off the magazine and looked at it, and then put it back, and turned the pistol in my hand twice before putting it on the table, with my hands behind my back, looking at the target with my eyes level, waiting for the results.

"All hit the bull's-eye, five in a row."

The soldiers who checked the shooting results shouted excitedly, watching Wang Haifeng shoot easily, as if playing, everyone thought that they could hit the bullseye with three points at most, and the rest was the eight rings, and the nine rings were good.

I didn't expect to hit all the ten rings, this is simply a sharpshooter, the same existence as the king of guns.

After Wang Haifeng heard the target report, he hooked the corners of his mouth with satisfaction, his results were as always, his deep eyes were withdrawn from the target, and his eyes were sharp and he looked at Zhong Chengkui who couldn't believe the target.

If you dare to challenge, don't be afraid of losing, and be honest if you are embarrassed.

A cold voice spat out from his thin lips, with a commanding tone and a bone-chilling coldness.

"It's your turn."

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