Reborn Rich To Rival Country

"you sure?"

Chen Mo is happy.

He has 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 already be a member of the national shooting team.

"Just say you dare?"

Zhou Afa was afraid that Chen Mo would not accept the move, and mocked:

"What's the point of playing ball?"

"Guns are for real men!"

"Okay, I'll play with you!" Chen Mo said with a light smile.

Zhou Afa waved his hand slyly: "Old fifth, you play with him for me!"

A fat man with thick glasses ran over.

"This is the runner-up in the provincial shooting competition, and there is only one person in the province who is better than him!"

"Also, he's still highly short-sighted, and shooting is all about feel."

Hearing Zhou Afa's introduction, everyone was surprised. The small entertainment hall did not expect Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon!

Soon, not only the entertainment hall, but also the upper and lower floors heard that there was a lot of fun to watch, and they all ran over in a hurry.

Inside and out, there are hundreds of people!

Many people know the fat man with high myopia.

This person is a famous person here. They are dedicated to serving rich people. They usually want to compete with him.

"Blind brother made a move?"

"Yeah, that guy was very good just now, and he hit all 10 bowling balls."

"No matter how good bowling is, what does it have to do with shooting? The blind man is the king of shooting, not the king of balls!"

Everyone chattered, and from time to time they mentioned the brilliant record of the blind brother, who is the gun king, who is the gun god of Jianghai, and the name is very bluffing.

Zhou Afa said proudly: "Blind brother is not something that ordinary people can shake. Since this shooting gallery opened, he has never lost."

"That's right, this kid must learn to crawl with maggots!" Zhong Xiaoze gloated.

The expressions on everyone's faces were very relaxed, as if everything was a foregone conclusion.

now.

The fat man is out!

Rifle shooting of two people, standing stance, 50 meters away, 10 bullets.

The target is fixed and divided into 1 to 10 rings, with 10 rings in the center.

10 rounds of bullets, until the end, whoever has the most rounds will win.

The fat man bowed slightly, picked up the gun, and stared at the bullseye with all his attention, keeping his balance, with one eye open and the other closed.

After about a minute, the fat man who found the feeling pulled the trigger!

"boom!!!"

Accompanied by the sound of "10 rings" being announced by the intelligent shooting target.

The place was in a commotion!

"As expected of a spear god, this spear skill really lives up to its reputation!"

"That's necessary! I also heard before that some national team wanted to dig a blind brother to participate in the World Championships! I didn't believe it at first, but now I'm completely convinced."

Many people whispered and were amazed by Fatty's superb gun skills.

After all, it is much more difficult to practice marksmanship than other sports.

Bang bang bang! ! !

Almost every half a minute, the fat man would fire a bullet.

The remaining nine bullets were all fired soon.

It has to be said that Fatty's marksmanship has reached the point of entry into the house.

Out of ten bullets, eight hits ten rings, and the remaining two are nine.

"so amazing!!"

"This achievement has already broken the world record!"

Everyone was stunned again.

Ten hairs have eight hairs and ten rings, two hairs and nine rings, and the fat man has a smug smile on his face.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Chen, I feel a little better today, and I performed exceptionally well." Fatty looked at Chen Mo with interest, and wanted to see the nervousness and fear on his face.

But to Fatty's surprise, Chen Mo just nodded calmly.

Pick up the gun and go.

Seeing Chen Mo, many people shook their heads slightly.

Just because you are good at bowling doesn't mean you can be good at shooting too!

Look at the posture of Chen Mo holding the gun again.

It's not like a professional player at all, and it doesn't have the agility and beauty of a fat man when shooting!

At a glance, you know that you must have never played with a gun!

Chen Mo stared at the target in front of him, without aiming at all, he raised his hand and shot!

boom! ! !

The bullet was fired, hitting the ring in the center of the target perfectly!

Ding!

"Ten rings!"

"what?!"

Everyone was stunned when they heard the machine counting numbers!

Zhou Afa was very stunned, and then he disdainfully said:

"It must be blind!"

A group of people agreed.

Just now Chen Mo didn't even aim! Absolutely blind!

Chen Mo glanced at the group of people and smiled disdainfully.

Blind?

Chen Mo's pistol skills were taught by veteran Wang when he was in service!

And when he was in service, Chen Mo was shooting a live target, and the gun he was carrying was several times heavier than it is now!

For Chen Mo, this kind of rifle for competition is not even a toy!

At this moment, Chen Mo picked up the rifle in his right hand, and a huge momentum swept the entire shooting hall, as if the gun was him, and he was the gun!

"Boom bang bang..."

Nine in a row!

No aiming!

There are no gaps!

Everything seems so elegant and casual, not as deliberate as the fat man.

Ding!

"Ten rings!"

Ding! "Ten rings!"

Ding!

"Ten rings!"

Ding!

"Ten rings!"

Under the gaze of everyone, there were eight consecutive rounds, all ten rings!

Everyone's faces turned into deep shock!

Especially Zhou Afa, he rubbed his eyes, and his whole person was not feeling well!

Zhong Xiaoze's eyes widened even more, with an incredible look on his face.

And Cheng Susu covered her plump red lips in disbelief, and the shock in her heart was like a surging river!

Staring at the back of Chen Mo carrying a rifle, everyone was stunned.

At this moment, the huge shooting hall was silent.

As soon as the gun god comes out, who will compete? !

The fat man froze in place, the gun in his hand fell to the ground, and he made a clanging sound.

At this moment, he understood that the outcome was already decided.

The two are not on the same level at all!

as predicted!

"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?" The fat man said in a trembling voice, "I... I want to learn how to shoot with you."

"Want to learn? I'll teach you."

Chen Mo blurted out and made his debut.

The next moment, he wanted to laugh a little.

Well, Fire Cloud Evil God's lines were spoken by himself.

Does he have to be careful about the fat man putting hidden weapons at this time?

Looking at Chen Mo's handsome back with a rifle, almost everyone at the scene swallowed a saliva.

They often come to the shooting hall to play, and they know very well how difficult it is to achieve perfect shooting.

Fatty shot ten bullets, each shot only aimed for less than ten seconds, and he was able to get eight rounds of ten rounds, and two rounds of nine rounds almost broke the world record.

However, Chen Mo didn't aim at all, and the ten bullets were fired continuously, and they were all ten rings!

The difference between the two is clear at a glance.

I am afraid that the world champion can't reach the level of Chen Mo!

Snapped! ! !

At this moment, I don't know who took the lead first!

Then, in the shooting hall, there was thunderous applause, as if the roof would be overturned!

Zhou Afa couldn't hold his face and said:

"It's just a rifle, and a pistol! Blind brother is best at handjobs!"

"One more time!"

Chen Mo sneered, threw the rifle aside, picked up a pistol next to him, loaded the bullet, and turned his back to the target.

Everyone doesn't know why.

What is he doing with his back to the target?

I saw Chen Mo's right hand trembled slightly!

Bang!

Ding!

"Ten rings!"

At this moment, the whole world seems to be quiet!

Can you hit ten rings with your back to the target?

this... this... this...

"It's 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 human.

"This... this is... spear fighting!!!"

The fat man was short of breath, sweating on his forehead, and screamed out on the spot.

Many knowledgeable people also looked at Chen Mo in shock.

Spear fighting is a powerful ability that combines physical, spear, and swordsmanship. It is so powerful that it has reached the existence of God, and it is so terrifying.

Calculated with precise movements, launch the attack with the most damage at the position of the least damage, which can be shot to

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Any blind spot around you, increase the power of bullets by 20%.

Taking the body as the center and the prototype geometry as the plane reference, all the positions that can be attacked around the body will be calculated, and every possible attack position around the body will be shot, which can exist as both attack and defense at the same time!

This technology is specially used to kill the enemy on the battlefield!

Not at all for shooting in a shooting gallery!

"Don't compare, no matter how many times I compare, I can't beat him!" Fatty immediately asserted.

At the same time, Fatty asked in a very humble manner: "Senior, can you tell me how you made the bullet turn?"

"There's a reason for the bullet to turn around.

At the moment when the bullet pops out of the chamber, the wrist shakes rapidly, and this shaking gives the bullet a horizontal acceleration, thus forming an arc. "

talking.

Chen Mo turned his back to the target again, shaking his wrist.

boom!

Ding!

"Ten rings!"

At this moment, everyone's scalp was numb.

If Chen Mo is a killer, or a fighter, it will definitely give the opponent a headache!

"I'm convinced! I'm convinced!"

After the fat man finished speaking, he turned his head to Zhou Afa and said, "Young Master Zhou, you kicked the iron plate today, don't try to shoot with him, few people in the world can beat him!"

"I can't help this restaurant, you can find someone else to help."

After speaking, he bowed to Chen Mo again, turned his head and left.

Chen Mo sighed in his heart, if it wasn't for Tang Mengmeng, perhaps his pistol method could really be carried forward in the army.

But it's fine now.

In this era, no matter how good the marksmanship is, it is useless, money is king!

Chen Mo walked up to Zhou Afa, brought up three pockets of money in total, and said with a smile, "Young Master Zhong, Young Master Zhou, thank you both!"

"I have something to do at home, let's go first!"

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