According to the order of the draw, Zhuang Ziwei and Guan Youbo were both in front of him, so Sun Yang sat on a fishing chair and watched the game leisurely.

"Come on, Sir Zhuang."

Sun Yang said to Zhuang Ziwei, and Zhuang Ziwei also nodded to Sun Yang before walking into the arena.

When the referee's stopwatch pressed, Zhuang Ziwei immediately pulled out his pistol and started his game, the game is divided into several stages, the first few steel targets and paper targets are without any cover, belong to the fixed target, is the warm-up before the game, and then enter the cage welded by the steel plate, here face to face is the activity target, and the later through the mechanism to start the activity, these increase the difficulty, these are the stages of opening up the gap between each other.

Then the abandoned bus is also the first small hurdle in the final stage, because you have to shoot out of the window, and it is easy to disrupt one's shooting rhythm here because you have to shoot from the window.

The last target is the windmill target, the windmill target is divided into two layers before and after, each with six pendants, but only the back wheel has a paper target that can be shot, this is the biggest difficulty, because the rotation direction of the front and rear layers is different, the time provided for the players to shoot is limited, and the first few players are wasting a lot of time here.

However, this is not difficult for the protagonist Zhuang Ziwei, who easily hit a double hit, which made the referee also praise.

"No. 133 player Zhuang Ziwei, the time is 32.61 seconds, the target score is 175, and the shooting coefficient is 5.366, breaking the conference record."

After the statistics of the staff, the referee team gave Zhuang Ziwei's final results, breaking the conference record and making everyone applaud Zhuang Ziwei, and Sun Yang's surroundings cheered at the same time, which was really happy.

"Sir Zhuang, congratulations, you have broken Officer Miao's record."

Sun Yang handed Zhuang Ziwei a towel, and Zhuang Ziwei was also very happy, he was able to break the record of his idol Officer Miao, which was enough for him to be proud of.

Others also congratulated Zhuang Ziwei, but Sun Yang looked at Guan Youbo who walked towards the competition venue, Sun Yang knew that Zhuang Ziwei's record would be broken by Guan Youbo soon.

When he heard the referee ask for silence in the field, Zhuang Ziwei hurriedly asked the others to calm down and watch Guan Youbo's game carefully, he also regarded Guan Youbo as an opponent, because he watched Guan Youbo's game last year and knew that Guan Youbo's strength was very strong.

A light sound of a stopwatch, Guan Youbo started his schedule, and Zhuang Ziwei compared, Guan Youbo is worthy of playing for five years of old birds, the pace of the game is very smooth, and Sun Yang also observed, Guan Youbo is very good at saving time, a lot of the time, he is running and shooting, it seems that he is very confident in his marksmanship, but in the middle, his magazine suddenly fell, which was an accident, but fortunately, everyone has four magazines, and a maximum of one and a half magazines is enough for the general game, so Guan Youbo did not stop, When it came to the final windmill target, Guan Youbo shot quite decisively, and even in Sun Yang's opinion, he was interested in gambling on luck, the target was completely revealed, Guan Youbo had already shot, and he was even hit by three yuan.

"No. 137 player Guan Youbo, the time is 32.30 seconds, the target score is 175, and the shooting coefficient is 5.417, once again breaking the conference record."

When the referee team gave a new evaluation, the arena burst into applause again, Sun Yang noticed that Zhuang Ziwei's face became a little ugly, in his opinion, how could he lose to an ordinary person as a policeman, even if this person played longer than himself.

Especially after seeing the three bullet holes on the paper target, he was even more shocked.

"Zhuang sir, don't care about these, when two people face off, there is no difference between these tenths of a second and one more shot or one less shot."

Sun Yang said to Zhuang Ziwei.

"Oh, I'm fine, it's up to you next, I know you're perfunctory when you usually practice, you must have hidden a lot and taken back the title of King of Guns."

Zhuang Ziwei also immediately adjusted his mood, patted Sun Yang's shoulder and said.

"Don't worry, Sir Zhuang, then I'll play."

Sun Yang nodded, then put on his headphones and walked onto the playing field.

"The players are in place, and the rules of the game are clear? Bullets can be loaded. ”

The referee said in Sun Yang's ear, Sun Yang took out the gun on his waist, loaded it with bullets, and put it back on his waist.

"Players prepare, drop!"

The referee pressed the stopwatch in Sun Yang's ear, and when he heard the sound of the stopwatch, Sun Yang quickly pulled out his pistol and aimed at the five steel targets at the beginning.

Unlike Zhuang Ziwei and Guan Youbo, Sun Yang is a single-handed gun, and they are both for stability and accuracy, both are two-handed guns, which shows the difference between the two, Sun Yang is quite confident in his arm strength, Sun Yang has started a little faster than Zhuang Ziwei and Guan Youbo, this time is almost negligible.

But seeing Sun Yang's movements, Guan Youbo, who was already sitting in a chair, stood up again, because he noticed Sun Yang's difference.

After the five steel targets were knocked down, Sun Yang rushed out, and the speed caught up with the speed of the world's 100-meter race, and then Sun Yang's footsteps on the next few paper targets did not stop at all, but he just put the gun on one side, and easily pulled the trigger to leave two bullet holes on each paper target.

Seeing Sun Yang's progress in the game, everyone couldn't help but take two steps forward, this player's speed was so fast, the referees on the field next to him couldn't keep up.

Whether it is a target hiding behind an obstacle or a target that needs to constantly change the window, Sun Yang is running and hitting, and these targets have little image of Sun Yang's footsteps forward, and only when he is unlucky and the target is completely covered, Sun Yang will pause.

When it came to the last windmill target, Sun Yang hit the steel target connected to the mechanism with one shot, and then the windmill rotated, Sun Yang did not hesitate at all, and when the paper target hiding behind the obstacle was just revealed, it was three shots, and at this time, the panting field referee came over and pressed the stopwatch, he was a little panting, this was the first player who couldn't keep up, and looked at the results of the stopwatch in his hand, he was speechless in surprise.

When Sun Yang saw the referee's expression, he knew that he couldn't be counted on, so he retreated and cleared his warehouse, then hung the gun back on his waist, and then patted the referee's shoulder, and left the competition venue first.

When Sun Yang was about to walk to the audience, everyone applauded wildly, they felt that they had seen art, and they didn't expect someone to run and shoot so smoothly, with almost no pause in between.