The Road to Slaying God

Chapter 362 The real firearms master

It's not just Brother Ji who is suspicious. Everyone here is suspicious.

Just now, Brother Ji's smooth loading and unloading speed shocked everyone. This kind of skill can only be seen on TV. Unexpectedly, such talents really exist in life.

Guns, when used to the level of Brother Ji, are no longer just a toy, but an art and a realm.

This is a state achieved by combining skills and art. Just like gambling, there are very few gamblers who can combine gambling skills with card playing skills. When a gambler can confuse people's eyes, he can also gamble. If gambling is regarded as an artistic performance, then this kind of gambler is the real god of gambling!

Although Brother Ji was defeated, hundreds of people here did not dare to look down upon him.

What's more, it would be an honor to be defeated at the hands of Brother Dao!

"As long as you agree to the bet, then I will naturally let you know what is the highest level of playing with guns!" Zhang Yang smiled lightly.

"The highest level?" Brother Ji sneered.

"Of course, the highest level!" Zhang Yang's tone was full of confidence.

"Okay, since you dare to talk about the highest level of firearms, I will risk my life today. There are hundreds of brothers watching here. If I lose, I, Aji, will be Brother Dao's younger brother for the rest of my life. I will be loyal to Brother Dao and will never regret it. ! If there is any breach of contract, five thunders will strike, causing disaster to the five generations!"

Ji Ge stood up suddenly, and a powerful momentum emerged spontaneously. This momentum came from his strength with firearms.

Brother Ji's poisonous oath made everyone's faces change color, because Brother Ji not only staked himself, but also counted five generations of his family. Although it was just an oath, for a figure in the world, this was simply unbelievable. You know, no harm will come to your family. From this, you can see how determined Brother Ji is.

This will be a last-ditch battle!

"Okay!" Zhang Yang strode to the coffee table where he started and laughed: "Who has a Type 92 pistol?"

"I have!"

Brother Ji stretched out his hand, and one of his subordinates put a Type 92 pistol in his hand. It seemed that Brother Ji had a special liking for this kind of pistol.

The pistol held a sparkle in Brother Ji's hand. Brother Ji waved his hand, and the pistol spun and flew towards Zhang Yang.

This is a fancy move. The pistol rotates irregularly in the air. This irregular rotation is very difficult to catch. Of course, it’s not that you can’t catch it, but it’s very difficult to catch it beautifully because it’s irregular. It is not easy to find the focus.

Everyone's eyes followed the movement of the gun...

Shockingly.

The gun suddenly appeared out of thin air when it was one meter away from Zhang Yang, as if there was no gun in the air at all.

Everyone was stunned, even Brother Ji was stunned. He didn't see why the pistol disappeared at all. The speed was so fast that he couldn't keep up with his eyes... The only exception was the strong man named Xiao Lizi. The moment the pistol disappeared, his eyes shot out with dazzling light.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

There was a scraping sound of metal instruments, and a strange scene appeared in front of everyone. Zhang Yang was like performing a magic trick, and his hands looked like lightning. However, the strange thing was that people could clearly see every move of Zhang Yang.

The spare parts of the gun kept sliding down Zhang Yang's hand as if they were lubricated, extremely smooth, without any obstruction, as if this action had been refined over time.

Brother Ji was stunned.

Brother Ji was completely stunned.

A pair of eyes were wide open, extremely surprised. If we were to unload the gun, then Zhang Yang had already surpassed him far. Zhang Yang's hands were full of magic. To use a simple analogy, that gun is like flaunting one's clothes. You can take them off however you want.

This young man is very scary. Brother Ji came to the conclusion that not only can he quickly dismantle the pistol, the most important thing is that when he quickly dismantles it, he can also maintain a cool and smooth movement. When pursuing speed, Pay attention to orderliness and strive for the audience to see more clearly, which is very precious.

In fact, this is also a state where performance and practicality are combined.

The hall was eerily quiet.

Hundreds of pairs of eyes looked at Zhang Yang's slender hand. Everyone's eyes were filled with shock, and the strong man named Xiao Lizi was as excited as a child. He kept rubbing his hands as if he had discovered a Very fun toy.

Zhang Yang's movements did not stop.

His eyes were extremely focused, and he began to carefully inspect each component one by one. He would hold each component in his hand... Ji Ge's eyes became more and more amazed.

Others didn't know what Zhang Yang was doing, but Brother Ji knew that the young man was getting familiar with the pistol through his own feel.

Every gun feels different.

This is a spiritual feeling.

Although guns are standard weapons and the standards are the same, masters like Ji Ge know very well that every gun, even a new gun, will have a different feel. Maybe the weight will also change. Maybe, this This change is very, very small, but people with delicate hands can clearly feel the subtle changes, and those subtle changes play a key role in life and death... Finally, all the spare parts They were all checked by Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang looked at Brother Ji with burning eyes.

Looking into Zhang Yang's eyes, Brother Ji suddenly had a terrifying thought. This person could no longer be described as scary, but terrifying. It can be seen from his focused eyes on carefully inspecting every spare part that this person is probably using this kind of pistol for the first time. Of course, it may also be the first time that he is disassembling this kind of pistol. If this is really the case, Well, this young man can only be described as terrifying. It was the first time he came into contact with this kind of gun, and it could be disassembled at such a fast speed. If he is familiar with it... Thinking of this, Brother Ji couldn't help but have a big bean rolling down his forehead. beads of sweat.

"We can start." Zhang Yang's eyes were extremely deep.

"It's time to begin!"

Brother Ji closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly removed the gun in his hand very carefully, meticulously, very slowly. Now, he was not performing, he was using this process to adjust his mentality... …As the gun in Brother Ji’s hand was dismantled bit by bit, the atmosphere in the hall began to become heavy and depressing.

Everyone knew that once the guns were dismantled, the real battle would begin.

This battle is not a battle between guns and knives, but between bullets and bullets. The danger is countless times higher than at the beginning. Any mistake may cause fatal results. After all, bullets cannot collide in the air.

"Bang!" There was a dull sound of metal hitting the marble coffee table. Brother Ji had already placed the last parts on the coffee table.

The panic on Ji Ge's face has disappeared, replaced by a strong and confident expression.

Brother Ji's confidence in his marksmanship comes from repeated practice. It cannot be broken by the mental pressure caused by Zhang Yang. Through a process of dismantling the gun, he has adjusted himself and reached his peak state.

He wants to prove with facts that he is the one who is at the highest level of playing with guns!

At this time, if someone observes carefully, they will find that the positions of the two people placing the parts are almost exactly the same, and even the distance between the parts is not different.

The ten yellow bullets spread out in a fan shape. This was the result of Ji Ge's precise calculation. With this fan shape, he could sweep all the bullets into his hand with a wave of his arm.

"It's time to begin!"

"Okay, you count!" Zhang Yang smiled confidently.

Brother Ji was stunned again. From the beginning of the battle with Brother Dao, he had already experienced the advantage of counting, the advantage of "pressing the gun".

Obviously, Zhang Yang also understood this truth when he asked him to count.

This is a huge courtesy. He can let others count. Among masters, this little advantage will lead to a completely different result.

The result of the battle between him and Brother Dao has proved the superiority of reporting "pressing the gun".

"Okay!" Brother Ji didn't refuse. He didn't want to give up the advantage he had gained. He had already given in once, and he would be able to have a psychological balance without feeling guilty if he got it once.

"I'll start with dozens!"

"Okay!" Zhang Yang nodded. Zhang Yang's movements always seemed leisurely and casual, without the tense atmosphere of Brother Ji.

"one!"

After counting, Ji Ge paused and stared at Zhang Yang closely.

The atmosphere in the hall was at its peak, and every pair of eyes was filled with sparks of fanaticism.

Undoubtedly, this is the pinnacle showdown of kings.

When people play with guns to the extent of Zhang Yangji, they can definitely be called kings. They have combined art with killing and have sublimated it to a state where guns have become a spiritual symbol and a totem!

"two!"

"three!"

"Four!"

Suddenly, Brother Ji accelerated. What surprised everyone was that the two people's eyes were always looking at each other, with a slight smile on one pair of eyes and a sharp cold light on the other.

The fighting spirit is jumping and burning!

The atmosphere in the hall has reached its peak, with hearts beating crazily. Everyone is waiting for that moment of life and death... ===========

(To be continued)

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