Although Tian Licheng had a very good atmosphere, as Jiang Fan said, he didn't know what the special forces competition should be.

He looked at He Chenguang for help: "Comrade He Chenguang, what do you want to compare?"

He Chenguang glanced at Jiang Fan with a smile.

Then he said: "We came according to the old rules, a total of three competitions, one of the three people is responsible for sniping with Jiang Fan, 1000 meters of sniping, who shoots 100 rings first."

"One person and Jiang Fan broke out, in a short time, who is within 100 meters of distance, the fastest sprint."

"One person and Jiang Fan have more arm bearing, each person hangs an empty bucket on each of their arms, and they continue to add water, and they must keep their arms parallel to see who can't carry it first."

A crowd of people listened dumbfounded.

"Does this old rule mean that there is such a tacit custom among their special forces?"

"Are you playing so hard?"

"If this is a contest between special forces, I feel like they are still playing too big."

"yes, just listening to these items makes my body feel like I can't bear them."

"Shhhh

But Tian Licheng was enthusiastic: "Okay, let's wait and see."

He asked He Chenguang, "Excuse me, among the three of you, who will you send to snipe Jiang Fanbi?"

He Chenguang said, "I'll come."

He Chenguang's shooting is actually comparable to Wang Yanbing's, but He Chenguang's mentality is more stable.

In the face of so many people, any slight disturbance around will affect the sniper results.

Wang Yanbing couldn't stand this kind of scene, so it was safer to send He Chenguang out.

Jiang Fan glanced at He Chenguang and asked, "Which gun did you choose?" I think PG-1 is a better fit for you."

He Chenguang said, "Then I'll also choose a gun for you, Z-A3."

Each side held the gun of the other's choice, and their expressions seemed to be smiling.

But their conversations and expressions, in the eyes of others, are naked provocations.

"It seems that the two of them have already faced off before this game has even started."

"Choosing guns for each other is clearly making it more difficult."

"Did you see the smile they just looked at each other? Provocation! Provoke each other!"

"I didn't expect the hostility and competition between the special forces to be so fierce."

"I think Jiang Fan will win, Jiang Fan is so strong, he shouldn't lose."

"I think He Chenguang is amazing......

Subsequently, many people at the scene began to spontaneously shout slogans of support.

"Come on, Jiang Fan! Jiang Fan, don't disgrace our Seventh Machinery Group!"

"He Chenguang, come on! The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves!"

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Subsequently, the target was adjusted to 1000 meters.

Both sides begin to adjust their postures.

The atmosphere around them was tense as they came.

"I've never heard of a shooting competition that is faster than that."

"It's the first time I've heard of it, and it seems that they are all very confident in their abilities."

"You haven't seen Jiang Fan shoot, but I've seen it once, and Jiang Fan shoots quite well."

Subsequently, after Tian Licheng's "321" landed, the two opened fire at the same time.

Jiang Fan only needed to pause for a second each time, fluctuate the safety of the gun again, and then snipe directly.

But He Chenguang needed to readjust his position every time.

Bang Bang Bang –

The tension continues.

You shoot me and I shoot each other, and both seem to bite each other tightly.

But after a few shots, the gap between the two was clearly felt.

He Chenguang had just fired 7 shots, and Jiang Fan had already finished 10 shots.

Jiang Fan had already begun to collect the gun, but He Chenguang was still completing the last three shots.

Jiang Fan's action of collecting the gun made many people stunned.

"Jiang Fan's shooting is over?"

"The total score hasn't come out yet, Jiang Fan is so sure that he has hit?"

"He's acting, isn't he? The mentality is so stable, is it really fake?"

"I'm looking forward to Jiang Fan's results too much, I feel that it should be good."

The setting of the shooting smart screen is that if two people PK, a cutting line will appear in the middle of the screen.

Then, at a virtual distance of 1,000 meters, an egg-sized target appears on the screen.

Because the shot is fired ten times in a row, the system does not update the score of each shot at any time.

Instead, at the end of each shot, the target will automatically appear on the right side.

When Jiang Fan finished firing ten shots, ten egg-sized completed targets appeared on the right side of the screen.

Of course, if you feel like you've just gone out of sorts, you can keep shooting and a new target will spawn next to you.

But Jiang Fan's movements were crisp and neat, and he didn't even fire the backup gun.

This shocked many people at Jiang Fan's psychological quality.

"Is he sure he's just hit a hundred rings?"

"Really? That's a bit of an exaggeration......, isn't it?"

While everyone was discussing, the results of the two were generated on the screen.

"Jiang Fan, the total score is 100 rings, and the use time is 15.44."

"He Chenguang, the total score is 100 rings, and the use time is 19.38."

Everyone was silent this time.

"Holy!"

"I never dreamed of doing this!"

"Wow! Is this still human? That's awesome!"

"Jiang Fan, Jiang Fan! You are so powerful, you are the god of my heart!"

He Chenguang shook his head helplessly.

looked at Jiang Fan with a smile, everything was silent.

The two of them could see the meaning of attack from their eye contact.

"Tut-tut, it seems that He Chenguang is very unwilling."

"That look just now, very complaining, this is holding a breath."

"I guess the other two people will definitely help him out in a while."

"I was impressed with Jiang Fan again, I didn't expect him to shoot so strongly."

Jiang Fan's victory made Tian Licheng even more excited.

He said in a high voice, "Oh, I didn't expect that in the first round of the competition, Jiang Fan of our group won He Chenguang by less than four seconds."

"Now for the second race, explosiveness."

The crowd immediately vacated the middle of the field.

But it's a building after all, and you have to turn around to get to 100 meters.

When it comes to switchback, there's one more reflex capability.

In this round, Wang Yanbing appeared.

Wang Yanbing looked at Jiang Fan, but the opponent was the company commander, and he didn't dare to relax.

The warm-up was done for ten minutes until he felt that all the muscles and bones in his body had been moved by himself.

He said to Tian Licheng, "I'm ready."

And Jiang Fan did not move from beginning to end.

Even Tian Licheng couldn't help but sweat for Jiang Fan.

Jiang Fan hasn't exercised for a long time recently, even if you move a little, it's better than just standing?

Or is it so that you can give yourself a reasonable excuse for losing the game?