Chapter 889: Forcibly install X?

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Seeing Ye Fan's promise so readily, the corner of Sun Xiang's mouth on the opposite side raised slightly, as if the trick was successful.

Tang Anni, who was next to her, was very nervous, pulled Ye Fan's sleeve, and said in a low voice: "Xiao Fan, don't be brave! Don't compare with him!"

Before that, although Tang Anni had seen Ye Fanjian slaying evil spirits and showing great power, in her opinion, even if Ye Fan was extraordinary, she couldn't get in touch with guns often.

This competition can be said to be based on the shortcomings of oneself and the strengths of attacking the other, right in Sun Xiang's arms.

However, the next moment, Ye Fan looked at her with a winter sun-like smile on his face, stretched out his hand and stroked her hair gently, and said:

"Annie, don't worry, everything has me! All you need to do is trust me!!!"

For some reason, when she heard these words, Tang Anni's heart trembled slightly, creating an unprecedented sense of security.

She suddenly recalled yesterday that when she was in desperate situation facing the attack of the ghost king, it was Ye Fan who stood up, like a god, and killed the ghost king in a snap.

It seems that as long as there is him by his side, even if the sky falls, there is no need to be afraid!

Thinking of this, Tang Anni's pretty face turned red for no reason, as if she was smeared with rouge, revealing a different kind of charming style.

Seeing this scene, Sun Xiang was even more angry, thinking that the two were glaring at each other, secretly saying that they would be on the shooting range, and they must clean up Ye Fan.

"Come on, how do we compare?" Ye Fan asked.

"It's very simple! A 50-meter pistol shooting, one magazine, ten bullets, a total of 100 rings! Whoever scores high, even win! I will shoot first, if you don't understand, you can ask me!"

Sun Xiang said, turned around and walked quickly to the nearest shooting range.

Seeing the shooting competition here, the guests in the shooting range also gathered one after another and commented:

"Ouch! Brother Xiang went into battle in person, this time there is a good show!"

"Hey... Brother Xiang is the gun king of our shooting range. He has no bullets. The highest records in many projects are left by Brother Xiang!"

"Anyone who doesn't open his eyes dares to compete with Brother Xiang in marksmanship. It's like playing a big sword in front of Guan Gong!"

The surrounding public opinion almost fell to the ground in support of Sun Xiang.

Under the attention of the public, Sun Xiang picked up a Type 92 pistol with a 5.8mm caliber.

Compared with similar foreign pistols, although the Type 92 pistol is slightly inferior in workmanship and lifespan, it is more suitable for the hand shape of Chinese people. It has a comfortable grip and good natural directivity. Shooting and target shooting are perfect.

Suddenly, Sun Xiang made a gesture to signal everyone around him to silence, then he took a deep breath, narrowed his smile, and his face was as deep as water, forcing himself to concentrate and abandon all distracting thoughts.

He held the gun, raised his arm, and took aim, with no distraction, as if everything disappeared in his sight, only the target paper fifty meters away was left.

For a while, even the people watching around held their breath and squeezed their fists, being affected by the tense atmosphere.

...

"boom!"

The gunfire sounded deafening.

A silver bullet came out through the bore, as fast as thunder, and in a flash, a bullet hole appeared on the target paper 50 meters away.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Sun Xiang didn't change his face, his eyes were cold, and he fired a shot every few seconds. On his right arm holding the gun, the muscles trembled and the veins throbbed.

In the eyes of outsiders, his movements are clean, smooth and flowing, without any procrastination.

In just half a minute, he shot all ten bullets, then took a long breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and showed a satisfied smile on his face.

Real marksmanship, after training day after day, will develop a super hand feel. According to the feeling at the moment of shooting, you can know the final ring number and result.

At this moment, a staff member ran to the opposite side, removed the target paper, and shouted at the same time:

"Five 10 rings, five 9 rings, 95 rings in total!"

As soon as the voice fell, everyone around was amazed:

"Oh my God! As expected of Brother Xiang, he hit the 95th ring as soon as he came up. It's awesome!"

"Even if it is the main member of the provincial shooting team, it is nothing more than that!"

"Brother Xiang is from the Sun family. After closing the door, these are just basic operations for him!"

...

Hearing the compliments from the crowd, Sun Xiang's face was full of unconcealable triumph, his head held high, like a proud male peacock, dazzling the limelight.

Immediately afterwards, he turned and looked at Ye Fan condescendingly, arrogantly said: "Boy, it's too late for you to recognize it! Otherwise, you will be embarrassed and humiliated when you play!"

Faced with this provocation, Ye Fan didn't change his face, and said indifferently: "Huh... you missed 5 rings, you are embarrassed to show off? It's ridiculous! If I'm you, just buy a piece of tofu and kill it!"

"you!!!"

Hearing this, Sun Xiang seemed to be greatly humiliated, and he trembled with anger, almost vomiting blood.

Others in the field also seemed to have heard something incredible, looking at Ye Fan with crazy eyes.

You know, shooting with this 50-meter pistol seems to have simple rules, but its difficulty is far beyond imagination.

The target paper of a 50-meter target is 16 cm in diameter, which is equivalent to an iPhone placed horizontally.

Adults with 5.0 vision cannot see the number of rings on the target paper at a distance of 10 meters, and at a distance of 50, the black fist in the target paper is only the size of a ping-pong ball in the line of sight.

The diameter of the 10-ring is only 1 cm, not as big as a dime, and it is impossible to see it with the naked eye.

Without a scope, ordinary people, let alone hit 10 rings, can hit the target paper, even if it is good.

The athletes of the National Olympic Design Team can't actually see the number of rings on the target. What they rely on is the "gun sense" they develop day after day, year after year.

Under normal circumstances, even if it is an Olympic champion, it is impossible to hit 100 rings every time.

Therefore, Sun Xiang just hit the 95th ring, and he is completely proud of himself. Almost everyone in the shooting range can't match him.

But now, Ye Fan is very disdainful of his achievements, falling in the ears of others, it is too arrogant!

A powerful pretender is called Niubi!

Unable to pretend to be idiots!

In everyone's opinion, Ye Fan dared to speak wild words and utterly utterly utterly, obviously he was forcibly acting!

...

Suddenly, Sun Xiang glared at Ye Fan fiercely, gritted his teeth and said: "What a kid with sharp teeth! Don't just know how to shoot, you can do it!"

"Okay! In that case, I will show my hand to let you know the gap between you and me!"

Ye Fan said, walking forward quickly, picked up a Type 92 pistol, opened the safety, and aimed at another target paper 50 meters away.

The layman looks at the excitement, the insider looks at the doorway.

Most of the people in the venue are shooting enthusiasts, with rich experience and natural vision.

At the first moment, they found that Ye Fan's posture holding the gun was very amateurish, and his whole body was loose and he was clearly a layman.

For a while, everyone's faces showed sarcasm, and they disdainfully said: "Cut! I thought he had some ability. After doing it for a long time, I was just pretending to be a criminal!"

Just when everyone was about to watch Ye Fan's jokes, Ye Fan suddenly seemed to think of something. Instead of shooting directly, he turned to look at Tang Anni next to him and asked, "Annie, can you borrow your handkerchief?"

handkerchief?

Tang Anni was stunned when she heard the words. For some reason, Ye Fan would ask such a question at this critical moment.

However, she still took out an embroidered handkerchief from her pocket and handed it to Ye Fan.

"Thank you!"

Ye Fan smiled slightly, then spread the handkerchief, blindfolded it in front of his eyes, and tied it tightly behind his head.

"boom!"

This action is like a huge boulder smashing into the calm water, stirring up a thousand waves, causing an uproar in the arena.

Everyone in the venue, including Sun Xiang, had their pupils contracted and their mouths opened into an "O" shape, enough to swallow an egg, with a ghostly look on their faces, and a huge wave in their hearts, surprised To nothing more.

At the same time, an incredible thought came into their minds--

Are you kidding me? Is this kid going to shoot with his eyes blindfolded? !