The muzzle of the gun was pointed at Zhang Guan, who looked in that direction and saw an Indian man in a suit, leaning against the edge of the wall, his right hand holding the gun aimed at Zhang Guan, while his left hand was covering his chest, blood was rolling out of it. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Are you the Chinese world champion?" The man asked.

"You're hurt?" Almost at the same time, Zhang Guan asked.

The man knew that it was not an extremist, so he let out a sigh of relief and put down his gun, while Zhang Guan took a towel from the side, handed it to the man, and said, "Hold down your wounds." ”

"I'm afraid I'm going to die." The man's panting voice gradually became thicker, and he gasped and said, "I really didn't expect to see a big star before I died." ”

"Are you a police officer?" Zhang Guan looked at the pistol the man was holding.

"No, my name is Chopra, and I'm Mr. Hirani's bodyguard." The man spoke.

Although Zhang Guan didn't know who this Mr. Hillani was, he knew that it should be a big man in India, otherwise it would not be possible to have bodyguards with guns. And this bodyguard should have been shot while protecting that Mr. Hillani.

"Mr. Hirani should have returned to his room safely, and my mission has been accomplished." Chopra laughed miserably, then handed the pistol into Zhang Guan's hand, and continued: "I'm going to die, the gun is for you, there may not be many bullets in it, big star, good luck!" ”

Chopra coughed violently, coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, and slowly lowered his head.

"I wish you rest in peace." Zhang Guan sighed lightly, a life disappeared in front of his eyes, which made Zhang Guan feel a little uncomfortable in his heart, but the next second, he grabbed the pistol, he knew that now was not the time to remember the deceased, he had to escape with Sharapova.

"Luck hasn't gone bad to the extreme, God open my eyes, I have a gun now." Zhang Guan looked at the pistol that was still stained with Chopra's blood in his hand.

"Would you use this?" Sharapova asked from the side.

"No, it will!" The answer given by Zhang Guan made Sharapova smile wryly.

"So you don't know how to use ......," Sharapova said disappointed.

Zhang Guan had never been a soldier, so of course he didn't know how to use a pistol. In the United States, many adults have used firearms, and there are various shooting ranges and gun clubs throughout the United States that can provide places to practice guns. Obviously, there is no such opportunity in China, and Zhang Guan even touched a real gun for the first time.

The good news is that the barrel still carries a hint of temperature, apparently the gun was fired not long ago, the gun is loaded, the safety has been opened, and it only needs to pull the trigger and it will be fired.

"What's next?" Zhang Guan took a deep breath and forcibly calmed himself down.

"By the way, I still have the system! There are shooting skills inside! Thinking of this, Zhang Guan entered the system without hesitation and found the skills involved.

"Pistol rapid-fire skills, that's it, learn the master!" Zhang Guan can't afford to waste skill points now, and it's important to save his life first.

"Let's go, we need to get out of here quickly, we can't be caught by them." Zhang Guan grabbed Sharapova's hand and walked out of the futon room.

"Hey! Hold it! A voice rang out, and in the distance of the corridor, an extremist had spotted Zhang Guan and Sharapova.

Zhang Guan hesitated, and raised his hand to shoot.

"Smack!"

Blood splattered from the extremist's head, like a flower that had bloomed.

One shot to the head!

……

There are three types of shooting targets in the Olympic Games: skeet standard target, pistol standard target and rifle standard target. Excluding the UFO standard target, the rifle standard target is smaller than the pistol standard target, the 1 ring diameter of the rifle standard target is only 45.5 mm, and the 10 ring is actually just a small dot, with a diameter of only 0.5 mm. In comparison, the diameter of the pistol standard target is much larger, the diameter of the pistol standard target is 500 mm for the 1 ring and 50 mm for the 10 ring.

Rifles are much easier to aim than pistols, and they are more accurate to shoot, but in reality, it is very difficult to shoot 10 rings from a rifle or a pistol. At 10 meters, the accuracy is greater, and at 25 meters or even 50 meters, the athlete basically can't see the crosshair of the 10 rings, so this kind of long-distance shooting, the athlete is actually aiming at the position of the 9 rings, because their vision can only see the 9 rings. Then, through the normative movements, the final score of 10 rings will be shot.

Today is not an Olympic competition, and Zhang Guan does not have to shoot 10 rings, which is compared with 10 rings or 9 rings of the standard target, and the size of a person's head on the opposite side can already be said to be a huge goal. Even if Zhang Guan doesn't have that much time to aim, his master-level skills can at least ensure that he won't miss the target. It's like in a game, an athlete can't hit 10 rings, 9 rings, or 8 rings in a hurry, but it's always okay to hit 2 rings and 3 rings, and it's very simple to ensure that you don't miss the target. And for today's Zhang Guan, hitting the enemy means not missing the target.

At this time, the extremists on the opposite side fell to the ground, and Zhang Guan stayed on the spot.

An indescribable feeling rushed out of Zhang Guan's heart, a life ended in his hands, it was a living person! The feeling made him feel like he was prostrating, and there was a nausea in his chest, and he couldn't accept what had just happened for a while, he wanted to find a place to cry, and he wanted to vent the fear in his heart.

"Let's go!" Sharapova's voice rang out, bringing Zhang Guan's thoughts back to reality.

Zhang Guanmeng woke up, he glanced at Sharapova, and he suddenly realized that there was the person he loved the most standing next to him, no matter how uncomfortable and frightened he was now, he had to persevere! He's going to get her out of here.

"Let's go!" Zhang Guan pulled Sharapova and ran towards another staircase.

……

"Dada......" AK47 shot out a string of fire.

Zhang Guan and Sharapova squatted on the ground, and a row of bullet holes appeared at his feet.

The next moment, Zhang Guan raised his pistol and fired two shots in succession, and the extremist on the opposite side shook his body and rolled down the stairs.

Another extremist immediately rushed up the stairs, and the next second, another pistol rang out, and he, like his companion, rolled down the stairs.

"You still have such good marksmanship, when did you learn to use a gun?" Sharapova said with some surprise.

Along the way, Sharapova saw Zhang Guan's marksmanship, Zhang Guan can be said to have no bullets, and they all hit their opponents at a relatively long distance.

The pistol is a weapon, it is easy to hit the opponent at a distance of three or five meters, and if it is ten meters away, you have to aim, if it is a distance of twenty or thirty meters, you can raise your hand and hit the target with one shot, which can basically be regarded as a sharpshooter. We usually watch police movies, and there are often situations where the two sides shoot each other for a long time and always miss, although there are also artistic processing ingredients in it, but in fact, there is also a lot of authenticity, to a certain distance, raise your hand and shoot, the probability of hitting is not much greater than blindness.

"I'm learning!" Zhang Guan pulled Sharapova and continued to walk to the top floor.

At this moment, a figure suddenly flew on the stairs, and this person kicked Zhang Guan's hand and kicked the pistol to the side.

……

On the second floor, the restaurant, which has been occupied by extremists.

"Chief, there's a sharpshooter up there! Both Belk and Sulman died at his hands! An extremist said to his superiors.

"Sharpshooter? Maybe it's the bodyguard of a big man! What floor are they on now? The leader asked.

"It's already on the fourth floor, and it's estimated that it's on the fifth floor now!"

"Fifth floor? Hehe, don't worry about him, he's not far from death, our killer king is on the fifth floor! He's going to kill that sharpshooter! (To be continued.) )