However, no matter how Qi Nian sensed it in his body, that feeling never appeared again. He decided that he could finish the next three bullets according to the rhythm and method of his usual training.

"Qi Nian, what are you stinky boy doing standing there stupidly? Why don't you shoot? How good the rhythm and feeling just now, go on!"

When Qi Nian was looking for a feeling, Commander Li was puzzled in the central control room, Qi Nian's first seven shots had surpassed everyone who shot today, especially four, five, six or seven shots, the same magnification, all of them were 0.2 to 0.4 rings higher than others, if you multiplied the multiplier, his seven guns were more than two rings higher as a whole.

Seven shots are more than two rings, and they are still better than Li Shengmu's seven shots, so if this situation evolves, breaking the record is already stable, but Qi Nian stopped abruptly at the seventh shot and didn't shoot. Doesn't that make people anxious?

When everyone in the central control room was focused on Qi Nian's body, Wu Fan fired a shot, and this shot was also three seconds after Qi Nian fired the seventh shot.

In this round, so far, Qi Nian has the fastest speed of grabbing, he has already hit seven target positions, and the normal one has only fired three shots, while Wu Fan is the slowest, firing one shot.

Before this, Sun Santai was so anxious that he seemed to be crawling with ants, he saw that everyone else had fired three shots, Wu Fan was still standing there stupidly and watching the moving target turn around twice, and he didn't fire a single shot.

Wu Fan's magnification of the first shot was 0.5, which was lower than all the others, and he hit 10.2 rings in the first shot, and the calculated score was only 5.1 rings, which was definitely the lowest in this round.

Sun Santai glanced at the big screen hanging on the wall next to the shooting range, Wu Fan and the players above him had a difference of 0.1 in the first shot, and the calculated score was as much as 1.44 rings, and there was no championship at all.

Not only Sun Santai thinks so, but everyone in the audience thinks so.

Today's master's choice multiplier is surprisingly consistent, the first three shots are the same magnification value, all smaller than "1.0", to the fourth shot began to exceed one, the seventh shot is 1.6 magnification value, the eighth shot is back to 1.4 magnification value, to the ninth shot 1.5 multiplier, to the tenth shot to 2.0 multiplier.

Qi's first seven shots were almost super over the record, and when it came to the eighth shot, he paused for a while, and finally fired the eighth bullet under the watchful eye of all eyes.

"9.2 ring! Commander Li shook his head in the central control room, and at that time he compared Li Shengmu's seventh shot 9.3 ring in his heart, it seemed that the two were on par, he was only a little disappointed, and he ran away in less than a second.

For the ninth shot, Qi Nian paused again, and at this time, except for Wu Fan, most of the people also finished the eighth bullet.

After a few bullets from others, Sun Santai didn't bother to care, his ideas were all on Wu Fan's body, and he didn't even notice that Xu Lan and Sun Xiaohong sat down in the vacant seats next to them, and when they saw Sun Santai staring at a place with a telescope and not moving, they knew that they couldn't be disturbed. So the two first glanced at the big screen, Sun Xiaohong was very puzzled when she saw Wu Fan at the bottom, and then looked at the results of Qi Nian above Wu Fan and was surprised.

Heart, this Qi Nian is really powerful, this is the rhythm to break the record!

"Fight, fight, time is about to pass!" Sun Santai was in a hurry for all the players in the arena.

"Don't worry, there is still one minute, I estimate that Wu Fan will finish all the remaining bullets in the last eighteen seconds. Sun Xiaohong said thoughtfully.

"Nine bullets in eighteen seconds, what are you kidding? No way!" Sun Santai didn't look at Sun Xiaohong beside him, as if she was a layman.

"Well, that's definitely the case. He is adapting to the speed and frequency of movement of fast targets, the first shot is just a test shot, his second and third shots have a high multiplier value, all reaching 1.0, the fourth shot and the fifth shot 1.2, the sixth shot and the seventh shot 1.4, the eighth shot 1.6, and the ninth shot 1.8...... Halo, how did he choose a 3.0 magnification for his tenth shot? Isn't this the rhythm of looking for death?"

"You know, he typed the wrong key, accidentally touched 3.0, and then pressed the confirm button in a daze. Although Sun Santai didn't hear what Wu Fan said to the referee, he was born as a scout and could lip speak, and he already knew what was going on from Wu Fan's changing mouth shape.

"It turns out that he wants to make mistakes and hit them all, and it's no wonder that it takes him so long to adapt to the speed and frequency of the target position change, and the magnification of 3.0 is simply not something that a human can hit. However, if he doesn't hit them all, he will be eliminated. So, he had to fight. Sun Xiaohong said with great certainty.

Time passed by second, Wu Fan really didn't move when he stood there, his eyes looked at the rapidly changing moving target fifty meters away without blinking, and the true qi flowed in his body, turning faster and faster.

Qi Nian's ninth and tenth shots were fired very crisply, almost continuously.

The ninth shot, 8.8 rings, the tenth shot 5.5 rings, and the total score of the comprehensive ten shots is 111.6 rings!

"A new record has been made!"

At this time, there were still people in the twenty-seventh round, and the spectators on the field could not bear it, and two or three thousand people poured in at the seventh shooting range, and everyone clapped rhythmically and rhythmically.

In the central control room, Commander Li finally jumped up excitedly with sweat.

"The record has been broken! The record that has been hanging high for thirty years has finally been broken!" Commander Li exerted all his strength and shouted almost hysterically.

"It's a record-breaking! It's a record-breaking! Remember his name--Qi Nian! He's a new generation of gun gods!"

In the midst of the cheers at the shooting range, everyone was surprised to find that Qi Nian finished shooting, and he didn't turn around and cheer and jump in ecstasy, he pointed to the target position and pressed it a few times from top to bottom, which means to tell everyone that there are still people who have not finished shooting, please keep quiet.

This move immediately won all the respect present, and in their hearts, Qi Nian was not only a good gun, but also a very noble character.

A person who respects his opponent can be respected by others.

Everyone fell silent and set their sights on the last target. Some people even glanced at the big screen and immediately shook their heads, in their hearts, this kid belongs to the kind of people who are going to be eliminated. So they turned their eyes to Qi Nian's body again.

Qi Nian was very curious about why Wu Fan had just taken a shot, and then he looked at the target position next to him and immediately woke up, because he found that the 3.0 times speed target position flashed by, and he didn't see the position of the target ring on it clearly at all.

The electronic display on the wall exploded merrily, word by word.

"Twenty-one seconds to go...... Twenty seconds......" Qi Nian secretly counted in his heart.

When Qi Nian, Sun Xiaohong, and Sun Santai counted to "eighteen", the sound of gunfire "snapped" and broke the short-term silence of the shooting gallery.

This was Wu Fan's second shot, and before everyone had time to see the results of his second shot, there was another gunshot, and Wu Fan fired the third shot.

Then the fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh......

The guns are crisp, and the interval between each shot and the previous shot is getting smaller and smaller, which means that Wu Fan's speed of opening is getting faster and faster.

In Wu Fan's eyes, the flowing target position was infinitely magnified, just like a huge notice board in front of him, someone was pushing the ground piece by piece, rhythmically rowing, and he could completely control his rhythm. It was enough for him to shoot at the center and not think about anything at all. And as the speed of the moving target increased, Wu Fan felt that the eyes did not seem to be receiving a pupil light source, when it exceeded 1.2 magnification, one light point was added to each eye, and when it reached 1.6 magnification, two light sensing points were added to each eye.

Each photosensitive point is like an extra eyeball, and two photosensitive points are two eyeballs, and multiple eyeballs capture objects together, which will be offset by the defect that speed is the weakness of the eye's ability to capture objects. Like a frog's compound eyes, it can recognize objects moving at high speed.

Wu Fan shot as fast as fried beans.

After the eighth and ninth shots, there was still no pause, when the tenth target jumped out, Wu Fan felt that the magical gray gas in his body suddenly ran into his eyes, and each eye had five more photosensitive points, and when the tenth target appeared, Wu Fan locked the center point of the tenth target, and the numbers and circles on the target were clearly imprinted in his mind, driven by strong ideas and beliefs, he resolutely pulled the trigger!

"Smack......

The whistle of the tenth bullet brought out a special whistling sound on the shooting range, penetrating the bull's-eye, and the target position immediately disappeared from sight, making people dizzy.

Just before everyone could react, a shout was heard from the firing position:

"Okay!" Wu Fan shouted, jumping up violently! He jumped and flipped over, and it was too high, almost more than three meters high.

The person was still flipping three hundred and sixty degrees in the air, and at the highest point, Wu Fan waved his left arm vigorously to make a 1,080-degree loop, followed by the person in the air like a monkey turned over his head, landed steadily, and roared at the audience:

"Tenth shot, I hit!"

His screams resounded throughout the shooting range, causing everyone's ears to buzz.

"What are you shouting? What does it mean that he hit the tenth shot? Is it awesome?"

Many people are puzzled, what does it mean for a person who is about to be eliminated to shout that he hit the tenth shot, can it be said that if the tenth shot is hit, he can not be eliminated?

But most people still glanced at the large electronic screen on the wall.

This glance floated up casually, and it was not at all inadvertent. But at such a casual glance, they saw an achievement that they will never forget.

I saw Wu Fan's final results flowing out like a waterfall.

First shot, 10.2

Second shot, 10.2

Third shot, 10.2

Fourth, fifth, all the way to the very last row, all show the same number - 10.2

Especially the last few 10.2s are so scarlet and so dazzling, because their multiplier is 1.6, 1.8, and finally it is 3.0 that no one has ever challenged!

"3.0! This ...... It's too ......" countless people were so surprised that their eyes were about to come out, and they couldn't speak anymore.

As a result, an incredible number appeared in the space of Wu Fan on the last line - "143.82"

Everyone was dumbfounded when they saw this number, regardless of men and women, old and young, they did not believe that what was happening in front of them was real.

If the record is broken like Qi Nian, it is still understandable to improve the record by 0.6 rings, but like Wu Fan's 143.82, the record is suddenly raised by 32.82 rings, which is not understandable at all.

Besides, ten shots, no matter how high the magnification, his score is 10.2 rings, without a little ups and downs, even if he is an Olympic world champion, is this possible?

Just like the 100-meter world record, after hundreds of thousands of years, it has not been lower than five seconds, and has been around nine seconds, but suddenly a person came to rewrite the 100-meter world record to 3.99 seconds, and some people believe it.

"Damn, the monitor must be broken! It's an inhuman number, how can a person get such a high score?"

"Mother, it turns out that this kid is the real master. You didn't see the last nine shots he fired, how decisive and handsome!"

"Hurry up and find out which unit the number 652 belongs to? The last shot is simply amazing, the multiplier of 3.0, there is no one before or after!"

"You're stupid, then you still need to check? The one before the 1,300th was from the public security system, and that kid was actually from our East China Sea Police Department......! Our police station can also produce such a powerful gun god, I am really convinced!"

"Yes, he is the god of guns, a new generation of guns!"

"Gun God!Gun God!Gun God!"

The shouts of the gun god began with only one person shouting, and soon all the three thousand people in the audience opened their mouths and shouted loudly.

One person's voice was comparable to the shouts of three thousand people, and for a while, the nickname of "Gun God" was firmly worn on Wu Fan's head.

"Gun God! Gun God ......"

The shouts burst through the dome and resounded throughout the base.

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