The rules proposed by the shooter are naturally different from the regular game of darts.

For this, Feng Bujue had already been mentally prepared, he didn't think that there would be someone to score in this kind of darts game in a bar or something.

But...... Brother Jue didn't expect that the other party's form of competition would be ......

"Shoot apples?" When the shooter said these three words, Feng Bujue immediately repeated them, as if to make sure he had heard them wrong.

"yes, shoot the apple." The shooter rolled himself a cigarette, took a puff, and replied leisurely.

"Shoot with darts?" Feng Bujue asked again.

"Shoot with darts." The shooter replied.

"Oh......" Feng nodded unconsciously, his "oh" sound didn't mean that he understood anything, he was just delaying time.

Brother Jue knows that if the shooter is really a master of darts, then let alone shooting apples, he can shoot cherries...... Therefore, there must be a conspiracy in this development at the moment......

"That...... Apples, where's that? After thinking for a few seconds, Feng Bujue asked another very constructive question.

"Put it on Yang's head." The shooter spat out the smoke ring and calmly replied.

"Huh?" Feng Bujue glanced at Yang, "Is this okay?" ”

"Absolutely." Yang stiffened his face and gave a definite answer.

"That's... ／m.… Let me confirm......" Feng Bujue said to Yang, "what would happen if I accidentally threw a dart on your head or face?" ”

"Kill you." Yang replied calmly.

"ok~ok~" Feng Bujue wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and turned his head. Looking at the shooter, "Go on......"

The shooter replied while smoking: "During the competition, Yang will hold an apple on his head." Standing in front of that wall......" he gestured to a wall on the other side of the bar, "and we both stayed at the bar, taking turns throwing darts to shoot apples." ”

"Let's ...... slowly," Feng Bujue caught something keenly, and he interjected and asked, "Will Yang move during our dart?" ”

The shooter smiled: "Huh...... You're smart, Dave. He spat out his cigarette again. Uh--Of course he moves, and he can move as much as he wants, as long as the apple doesn't fall over his head. ”

"I'm afraid...... It's not fair......" Feng said unconsciously. "As long as you two cooperate a little, I'm going to lose, aren't I?"

"Hahaha...... the shooter laughed, "Dave...... My man, you're thinking too much. He put one hand on Jue's shoulder. Laughed. "What reason do I have to cheat? To win away your temporary work permit? If I really want that thing, I'll just force you to hand it over with a gun? ”

"Hmm...... This is ......" Feng Bujue thought about it, it was really like that.

"Taking a step back, it wasn't an official game, not even a spectator. Staking factor aside, do I have any motivation to cheat? The shooter asked again.

"It doesn't seem to be." Feng Bujue replied.

"So......" the shooter stood up and paced the bar, "...... You don't have to worry about fairness. I can guarantee it. Faced with every dart, Yang will dodge as best he can...... It doesn't matter who threw that dart. ”

"Understood." Feng Bujue said in a deep voice. "You just want to find a master who is on par with you, but you're afraid that I'll be perfunctory." It only took him a short time to figure out the other party's intentions, "So, you made such a bet......" he pointed to his temporary work card, "this document is worthless to you; But for me, it's unavailable. That's why you're going to make it a bet and let me give it my all. ”

"Huh...... As I said, you are a smart person. The shooter pointed at Brother Jue with his cigarette in his grip and smiled.

"Okay, let's talk about the other rules." Feng Bujue's tone when he said this sentence basically showed that he had already deserved this victory.

"Twenty-one rounds in total." The shooter continued, "No matter what the final score is, play to the end." ”

Feng Bujue hugged his chest with one hand, supported his cheeks with the other, raised his eyebrows and said: "In other words, even if you win all the first ten games and win my temporary work permit...... In the remaining eleven rounds, I still have a chance to ask you questions. ”

"That's right." The shooter continued, "Relative...... Even if you win the first 12 rounds, eliminating the possibility of me winning, I will still play the entire 21 rounds with you. ”

"I have no reason to refuse this kind of rule that has an advantage for me." Feng didn't feel the answer.

"Good." The shooter nodded, and then explained, "In each game, each person holds three darts and takes turns throwing, and whoever hits the apple first is considered a winner." If no one hits after six darts have been thrown, the round is considered a tie. ”

"What about a tie?" Feng Bujue asked.

"A tie is a tie." The shooter said, "I don't have a cumulative number of rounds, and you can't ask questions." ”

"Okay, that's fair." Feng Bujue answered.

"Uh-that's pretty much it, no problem, let's get started." As he said this, the shooter took his last puff of cigarette, then extinguished the cigarette and stood up.

"Yes." Feng Bujue also stood up. As he spoke, he raised his hands and crossed his fingers and pushed his palms outward, as if this was a warm-up.

"Wait for me." Seeing that the two of them had already made up their minds, Yang walked out of the bar and walked into a room in the corner of the bar.

A minute later, he came out, still carrying a basket of apples in his hand.

"I'm ready." A few seconds later, Yang put an apple on his bald head and stood calmly in front of the far wall.

"Do you want to attack first?" The shooter took out six darts from the bar and handed three to Jue Ge.

"I still have the option to attack first and then attack?" Brother Jue wondered.

"Yes." The shooter said, "It's just this first game, and then we will take turns attacking first." ”

"Then I'm going to attack first." Feng Bujue replied.

That's a lot of money...... First of all, there must be an advantage to strike first. As long as the first dart can be hit, the back attacker will not even have a chance to make a move, and he will lose the game. Secondly. The one who chooses to strike first in the odd-numbered rounds can have one more chance to take the lead than the opponent, as the game of darts is a total of twenty-one rounds.

"Then please." The shooter made a "please" gesture and stood aside very easily, making a watch.

"Hehehe......" Feng Bujue sneered in his heart, "Sun thief...... If you think you have two brushes, you're underestimating, right...... Hum...... Lord, I'm also a C-level man specializing in shooting. Even in the real world...... I'm going to fly an apple with a dart......"

At this time, Brother Jue can be described as full of confidence and confidence, and he is at least eighty percent sure that he can hit the target.

Although Yang "can move the body" this. It seems to be a variable, but considering its premise "to guarantee that the apple does not fall from the top of the head...... Then it is not a problem. How much can he move with the apple on his head? At most, you can shrink your neck or move a few centimeters sideways.

"Good! Look at my first dart! Feng Bujue's elbows were raised, and his wrists exerted force. A dart is thrown......

For a moment. He felt like he had won a game.

However......

"Drink!" At the moment when Brother Jue threw the dart, Yang, who had an apple on his head, shouted violently and stretched his neck and retracted it.

Suddenly...... But seeing that the apple flew vertically upward, and Yang's body sank with the tightening of his neck, he pierced a four-flat horse.

A second later, the dart flew between Apple's and Yang's heads, and nothing hit.

After the dart had passed, Yang straightened up again. Catch the apple with the top of its head.

Of course, we all know that...... The surface of the apple is uneven. And the top of the human head is not a flat surface, so when the surfaces of these two objects come into contact, the apple is bound to roll out in a certain direction. Normally...... Apples will still fall to the ground.

But...... Yang can use his spring-like neck, with strange body movements, and sharp head to fine-tune movements...... In two seconds, let the apple stabilize again.

"Hmph, just like this, you want to shoot the apple on my head too?" After Yang stood firm, he cast a disdainful look at Feng Buju, and muttered such a sentence in a rather disdainful tone.

"Hey......" Brother Jue was deeply shocked, he felt that his heart had been hit and hurt a lot, "Is there a mistake?" Happy playing! Isn't that scientific......"

"It's really not science." Yang showed an unfathomable look and said solemnly, "This is a technology, a technique that has been tempered and honed continuously. ”

"You've been focusing on apples for 30 years!" Feng Bujue shouted, "The most basic belief between people is there!" ”

"Huh...... You know the profundity of the dart world, boy. At this moment, the shooter walked over from the side, raised his head, and looked down at Jue Ge and chanted.

"Why did you suddenly call me Japanese...... Didn't you call me a young man before......" Feng Bujue really couldn't suppress the desire to complain, "What is the 'Dart Fruit World'?" Is the forbidden realm known only to the two of you......"

"It's okay......" The shooter ignored Brother Jue's words and picked up his first dart, "I'll let you take a look...... A real 'dart player', what is different from you. ”

Feng Bujue heard a term full of middle two breath again, and he responded with a humble eye: "Isn't this kind of messy setting made up by you temporarily......

"Look at the darts!" The shooter shouted loudly, using a group of old ladies to twist Yangge'er's footwork, take a false step, and flick his wrist to attack.

Whoop----------------

At that moment, a small dart seemed to turn into a nimble poisonous snake, and a copper-colored light faintly bloomed around it.

With the sound of breaking wind, the dart made an arc in mid-air and flew towards the apple above Yang's head.

And Yang ...... Not to be outdone. I saw him spin in place at ultra-high speed, so that the apple itself brought up the spinning force, and then his body was closed, and he supported the ground with one hand, and then reversed it at the moment when the apple began to fall due to gravity.

Thereupon...... The apple also flew out of an arc, and it was a very high parabola, as if drawing a "0" in the sky, and finally flew to the top of Yang's head.

Smack-

Two seconds later, the dart landed in the wall. Apple, on the other hand, has not yet landed.

Originally...... Although the dart did not hit the apple, the needle had already touched the peel, which changed the frequency and angle of the apple's rotation, and therefore its falling trajectory changed accordingly.

Seeing this change, Yang's reaction can be described as fast......

He immediately put his hands on the ground and performed a sharp Thomas spin, forcibly shifting his body's center of gravity. After turning back half a meter laterally, he once again managed to catch the apple with the top of his head.

But...... This time, a wisp of cold sweat flowed from his bald head.

"Hehehe......" The shooter missed a hit, but he didn't show any disappointment, on the contrary, he smiled, "Old man, are you so comfortable in the face of my 'boomernal snake dart'......"

Yang responded to the other party with a sympathetic look, and replied with a stiff face: "Each other, you are the only one who can force me to use the 'Thomas Turnback Fruit Technique'......"

"These two are meowing to me...... the corners of Feng Bujue's mouth twitched, and he roared in his heart, "What kind of trouble is the 'boomering snake dart'...... Excuse me, let's go back to the set of the King of the Net! 'Thomas Switchback Fruit Technique' or something, don't say it...... This noun is simply an insult to all the names of special moves...... Spiritual pollution, there is wood? ”

"Alright, Dave, it's your turn again." The shooter threw a dart and sat back down on the stool by the bar, "You know how this game works by now, right?" Let's show us the real kung fu. ”

"Liang your mother...... Feng Bujue was scolding the street in his heart, "I really fucking want to find eighteen bald strong men to take folding stools to smoke your ......"

Depressed to depressed, the game has begun, and he must finish playing.

Therefore, he silently raised his second dart...... (To be continued......) R1292