Chapter 202 Gun Fighting Technique
"you sure?"
Chen Mo was happy.
He had served in the military, and when he was in the army, he was recognized as the king of guns!
If it weren't for Tang Mengmeng, Chen Mo might have been a member of the national shooting team.
"Just say whether you dare or not?"
Zhou Afa was afraid that Chen Mo would not accept the move, so he mocked:
"What's the point of playing ball?"
"Guns are what real men play with!"
"Okay, I'll play with you!" Chen Mo said with a smile.
Zhou Afa waved his hand slyly: "Lao Wu, play with him for me!"
A fat man wearing thick glasses ran over.
"This is the runner-up in the provincial shooting competition. There is only one person in the province who is better than him!"
"Moreover, he is highly myopic, and his shooting relies entirely on feeling."
Everyone was surprised when they heard Zhou Afa's introduction. In this small entertainment hall, they didn't expect Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon!
Soon, not only the entertainment hall, but also people on several floors above and below heard that there was a lot of excitement to see, and they all came running over.
There were hundreds of people inside and outside!
Many people know the fat man who is highly myopic.
This man is a celebrity here. He specializes in serving rich people. If they want to compete with him, they just wave their hands and say that they are short-sighted and can't play.
"Did Brother Blind take action?"
"Yeah, that guy just now was very good. He hit all 10 bowling balls."
"No matter how good bowling is, what does it have to do with shooting? Blind Brother is the king of shooting, not the king of ball!"
Everyone was chattering, and from time to time they mentioned Blind Brother's brilliant achievements, the king of guns, the god of guns in the world, his reputation was very deceiving.
Zhou Afa said proudly: "Brother Blind is not something that ordinary people can beat. Ever since this shooting gallery opened, he has never lost."
"That's right, this kid must learn to crawl like maggots!" Zhong Xiaoze gloated.
The expressions on everyone's faces were very relaxed, as if everything was settled.
now.
Fatty takes action!
Rifle shooting competition between two people, standing posture, distance of 50 meters, 10 bullets.
The target is fixed and divided into rings from 1 to 10, with ring 10 in the center.
10 rounds of bullets, until all are fired, whoever has the most rounds will win.
The fat man bowed slightly, picked up the gun, and stared at the bullseye with all his concentration, keeping his body balanced with one eye open and one eye closed.
After about a minute, the fat man found the feeling and pulled the trigger!
"boom!!!"
Accompanied by the sound of "10 rings" reported by the intelligent shooting target.
The scene was in a state of excitement!
"You are worthy of being the God of Guns, and your spear skills are truly well-deserved!"
"That's necessary! I heard before that a national team wanted to recruit a blind man to participate in the World Championships! I didn't believe it at first, but now I am completely convinced."
Many people whispered, they were all amazed by Fatty's superb spear skills.
After all, practicing marksmanship is much more difficult than other sports.
Bang bang bang bang! ! !
Almost every half minute, Fatty would fire a bullet.
The remaining nine bullets were quickly used up.
It has to be said that Fatty's marksmanship has reached the level of breaking into a house.
Out of ten rounds of bullets, eight actually had ten-ring marks, and the remaining two had nine-ring marks.
"so amazing!!"
"This result can already break the world record!"
Everyone was stunned again.
Eight of the ten shots had ten rings, and two had nine rings. The fat man had a proud smile on his face.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Chen, my hand feels a little better today, and I performed beyond normal." The fat man looked at Chen Mo with interest, trying to see the nervousness and fear on his face.
But what surprised Fatty was that Chen Mo just nodded calmly.
Pick up the gun and go on stage.
Seeing Chen Mo, many people shook their heads slightly.
Just because you're good at bowling doesn't mean you can be good at shooting!
Look at Chen Mo's posture holding the gun again.
It's careless, not like a professional player at all, and it doesn't have the agility and beauty of a fat man when shooting!
One look and you can tell that you must have never played with a gun!
Chen Mo stared at the target in front of him, raising his hand and shooting without even aiming!
boom! ! !
The bullet shot out and hit the ring in the center of the target perfectly!
Ding!
"Ten rings!"
"What?!"
Everyone was shocked when they heard the machine counting!
Zhou Afa was very surprised, and then he said disdainfully:
"It must be blind!"
A group of people thought so.
Chen Mo didn't even aim just now! Absolutely blind!
Chen Mo glanced at this group of people and smiled disdainfully.
Blind?
Chen Mo's pistol skills were taught step by step by the veteran Wang when he was in the army!
Moreover, when he was serving in the army, Chen Mo was a living target, and the gun he carried was several times heavier than it is now!
For Chen Mo, this kind of competition rifle is worse than a toy!
At this moment, Chen Mo picked up the rifle with his right hand, and a huge momentum swept through the entire shooting gallery, as if the gun was him, and he was the gun!
"Bang bang bang..."
Nine shots in a row!
No aim!
There is no gap!
Everything seemed so elegant and casual, not as deliberate as Fatty.
Ding!
"Ten rings!"
Ding!
"Ten rings!"
Ding!
"Ten rings!"
Ding!
"Ten rings!"
Under the gaze of everyone, eight shots in a row, all ten rings!
Everyone's expressions turned into deep shock!
Especially Zhou Afa, he rubbed his eyes and felt bad!
Zhong Xiaoze's eyes widened even more, with an incredible look on his face.
Cheng Susu, on the other hand, covered her plump red lips in disbelief, and the shock in her heart was like an endless river!
Everyone was stunned as they stared at the back of Chen Mo, who was carrying a rifle.
At this moment, the huge shooting gallery was completely silent.
Once the Gunslinger appears, who will compete with him? !
The fat man froze on the spot, and the gun in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.
At this moment, he understood that the outcome had been decided.
The two of them are not on the same level at all!
as expected!
"boom!"
The last bullet hit the target, another ten rings!
Chen Mo looked at the dumbfounded fat man and said:
"I won."
"Can you teach me how to shoot?" Fatty said with a trembling voice, "I... I want to learn how to shoot from you."
"Want to learn? I'll teach you."
Chen Mo blurted out.
The next moment, he wanted to laugh.
Okay, Fire Cloud Evil God's lines were spoken by himself.
At this time, does he have to be careful about Fatty putting hidden weapons?
Seeing Chen Mo's handsome back carrying a rifle, almost everyone at the scene swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
They often come to the shooting gallery and know very well how difficult it is to become proficient in shooting.
The fat man fired ten bullets, each of which took less than ten seconds to aim. He could still shoot ten bullets, eight of which had ten rings, and two nine-ring bullets that almost broke the world record.
But Chen Mo didn't aim at all, and fired ten rounds of bullets without stopping, and all of them had ten rings!
The difference between the two is clear at a glance.
I'm afraid even the world champion can't reach the level of Chen Mo!
Snapped! ! !
At this moment, I don’t know who took the lead!
Then there was thunderous applause in the shooting gallery, which seemed to knock off the roof!
Zhou Afa couldn’t help but said:
"It's just a rifle, but also a pistol! Blind brother is the best at masturbating!"
"One more!"
Chen Mo sneered, threw the rifle aside casually, picked up a pistol next to him, loaded the bullet, and turned his back to the target.
Everyone doesn't know why.
What does he want to do with his back to the target?
Chen Mo's right hand shook slightly!
There was a bang!
Ding!
"Ten rings!"
At this moment, the whole world seemed to be quiet!
You can still hit ten rings with your back to the target?
This... this... this...
"This is impossible...it's impossible...you...how did you do it?" Zhou Afa looked at Chen Mo in fear, as if the man in front of him was not a human being.
"This... this is... the art of gun fighting!!!"
The fat man was breathing rapidly, sweating on his forehead, and screamed uncontrollably on the spot.
Many knowledgeable people also looked at Chen Mo in shock.
Spear fighting is a powerful ability that combines physical skills, spear skills, and sword skills. It is so powerful that it has reached the level of a god, and it is so terrifying.
With precise movement calculations, he can launch the maximum damage attack at the position where he will suffer the least damage. He can shoot into the blind spots anywhere around him and increase the power of the bullets by 20%.
With your own body as the center and the prototype geometry as the plane reference, all positions around you that can be attacked will be calculated. Every possible attack direction around the body will be shot. It can exist as both attack and defense at the same time!
This technology is specially used to kill enemies on the battlefield!
It’s not meant for target shooting in a shooting gallery at all!
"Stop competing. No matter how many times we compete, I can't beat him!" Fatty asserted immediately.
At the same time, the fat man asked in an extremely humble manner: "Senior, can you tell me how you made the bullet bend?"
“It makes sense to bend the bullet.
At the moment when the bullet comes out of the chamber, the wrist shakes rapidly. This shaking gives the bullet a horizontal acceleration, thus forming an arc. "
Said.
Chen Mo turned his back to the target again and flicked his wrist.
boom!
Ding!
"Ten rings!"
At this moment, everyone's scalp was numb.
If Chen Mo were a killer or a warrior, he would definitely cause his opponents a huge headache!
"I'm convinced! I'm convinced!"
After the fat man finished speaking, he turned to Zhou Afa and said, "Young Master Zhou, you hit the wall today. Don't try to compete with him in shooting. There are few people in the world who can beat him!"
"I can't control this restaurant anymore. Please find someone else to help."
After saying that, he bowed to Chen Mo again, turned around and left.
Chen Mo secretly sighed in his heart, if it weren't for Tang Mengmeng, maybe his pistol skills would really be carried forward in the army.
But it's pretty good now.
In this era, no matter how good your marksmanship is, it is of no use. Money is the way to go!
Chen Mo walked up to Zhou Afa, picked up a total of three pockets of money, and said with a smile: "Master Zhong, Master Zhou, thank you both!"
"I have something going on at home, let's go first!"
