The hidden intention was exposed in public, but Gretel calmed down and didn't open her mouth to defend herself, but just looked at John deeply and said,

"I won the first game, and we started the next game. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"Okay, no problem."

John poured half a glass of red wine and drank it, and ordered his servants to light more candles around him, and the dim candlelight was connected in countless straight lines, and the light of the fire stretched out in a staggered way, gradually illuminating the whole garden.

This level of brightness does not affect the following competition.

John took out the Colt M1851 Navy from his bosom and said,

"It's not too early, so in order to avoid trouble, let's compare marksmanship first."

"Good!"

Gray nodded, took the holster thrown by his brother, and opened the wallet, which also contained a Colt M1851 navy.

"I didn't expect us to be quite smart.

"There are naturally more people who use good things."

"Really?"

The corners of John's mouth turned up slightly, and he played with the revolver in his hand, "It's a pity, after a while, it won't be the best." After speaking, regardless of whether the other party understood what he meant, he turned around and looked around, his eyes fell on the wooden fence behind him,

John took three steps to the northeast and drew a circle on the ground with his foot, and he stood in the circle with his eyes looking straight to the north and said,

"See the six logs on the fence more than 20 meters away, that is the target of our competition, we stand in this circle, shoot at each of the six logs, whoever hits the wood more wins, if it is a tie, the winner will be determined by time, who uses the short time to win, can you agree with this competition method?"

"No problem."

"It's fine!"

John took out the pocket watch hanging from his collar and placed it on the dining table, then looked at the Templars dressed as a farmer, and said,

"Cole, yes! Look at your face to know that you are an honest and honest person, and it is up to you to time. ”

Mars was speechless, and said in his heart, I'm just playing soy sauce, what are you looking for me, and the referee should be someone who doesn't know each other, don't you see another one next to you?

As soon as he thought of this, a drunken hiccup came from the right, and Mars looked sideways to see the brown-haired man sleeping on the table with a wine bottle in his arms.

All right! It seemed that he couldn't refuse, and after obtaining the consent of both parties, Mars took the paper and pen handed by Debbie and officially started the work of the referee.

"Miss Gretel, will you come first, or will I come first?" John said,

"I'll go first!"

The person who started first had no distractions and played more steadily, Gretel knew this, so she naturally would not be polite, she glanced at John lightly, walked into the circle, took a deep breath, and slowly raised the revolver,

Bang!

With the first gunshot, the clock officially began.

Three seconds later, the gunfire rang out again, followed by two and six seconds, and then two and two seconds,

Gretel became more and more proficient and fired faster and faster, especially since there was almost no time gap between the fifth and sixth shots.

Six rounds were fired, and the scale crossed by the second hand of the pocket watch was fixed at 11.

When Mars reported this number, everyone present was stunned, and regardless of her results, just firing six shots in 11 seconds is not something ordinary people can do, it is the Colt revolver, known as the most powerful, recoiling weapon of the big killer, the continuous impact of the continuous shooting is enough to crack the phalanges.

John waved his hand and asked the black maid who was waiting to check Gretel's marksmanship.

"Don't look at it, all six shots are hit." Gretel put away the revolver, her face full of pride.

At this time, the voice of the black maid also came,

"Young Master, there are bullet holes in all six logs."

For a while, the surroundings were completely quiet, and even if he didn't want to, the gaze in his eyes couldn't help but look at the proud woman,

Shooting six rounds in 11 seconds with one hand, and hitting the target with a gun, is a rare marksmanship.

In the face of such results, does the eldest young master still have a chance to win?

The answer is no, no one has any hope of winning over him except Mars, who has seen John's miraculous wonders.

Even John himself became uncertain.

All six bullets hit the wood, and with the help of Zero, he could easily do it,

But to shoot in a row in 11 seconds and finish six bullets, it is impossible to complete this technique with John's current physical fitness.

He has also tried to fire four shots in seven seconds, after four shots, the muscles of the hand will twitch for a short time, and the nerves will begin to become uncoordinated, which is a way of self-protection when the muscles are over-impacted, which is a physiological sign that cannot be stopped by other means.

"Hey! You've been thinking about it for a long time, and it's not comparable! Gretel raised her eyebrows and looked at John with a malicious face, "If you don't dare to compare, quickly admit defeat, anyway, it's not the first time you've done so much, don't worry, Miss Ben will never laugh at you again this time." ”

After saying that, the witch witch who had the chance to win laughed uncontrollably.

She laughed merrily, and John followed suit, but his smile was strange, with an inexplicable mockery.

"Miss Gretel, I'm going to start shooting, please shut up, and get out of that circle, step aside, and don't disturb me."

Hearing this, the wanton laughter stopped abruptly, like the rising sun, which was obscured by dark clouds before it could shine, Gretel was very annoyed, and glared at John fiercely, but there was no other way, after a few rubbing, he still walked out of the circle and returned to the table,

During this time, the fierce eyes never took off his face.

John double-checked the bullets in the revolver by candlelight to make sure that each one was working, and then walked into the circle.

An azure circle of light appeared in the pupil of his left eye, and John activated the kind of vision that could see everything.

He had chosen the place to shoot, and everyone was behind him, so no one noticed the difference in his left eye.

He took a deep breath, held the gun in his right hand, and pressed his left hand against the back of his right hand.

It's a recoil-relieving grip that doesn't allow him to fire six shots in 11 seconds, but it minimizes the impact on his hand muscles.

As long as you can keep your arm from striking, you can win.

The central reticle of the blue aperture shines on a long block of wood 27 meters away, a virtual straight line connecting the block to the muzzle.

Shots rang out.

A second later, the gunshots rang out again, followed by a third,

Immediately afterwards, a scene that shocked everyone and even unimagined appeared.

I saw that John, who had fired three shots in a row, suddenly stopped, released his right hand, quickly grasped the revolver handle with his left hand, and moved back with his right hand against the back of his left hand.

The process took nearly three seconds.

The familiar sound of gunfire is back.

It's still that frequency, it's still that rhythm.

Before everyone could react, all six bullets had been fired.

And the time is frozen at 8 seconds.