The Road to Slaying God

"Give me!"

"Give me!"

…

In the public and seductive voice, Kara felt as if his brain was deoxygenated and a strong spiritual force controlled his limbs like invisible shackles.

Zhang Yangyi first used psychological hints to call Kara that he had a mental illness, and then used hypnosis to break into his mind bit by bit.

You know, Kara is a high-ranking person among ordinary people. He has been in power for a long time. Although he has mental illness such as mysophobia, this does not affect his life. On the contrary, it cultivates his iron will. Even though Zhang Yang is like this It is impossible for a strong person to do whatever he wants to such a person.

With everyone's faces blank, Kara slowly handed the loaded assault rifle to Zhang Yang's hand.

Everything is full of incredible magic!

Almost no one can believe that a young man who is a stranger can make someone like Kara put down the gun in his hand. But now, it has indeed happened. The two of them are like two old friends. Kara acted when he handed the gun to Zhang Yang. Extremely natural.

"Dear Mr. Kara, you are indeed a gentleman. I read that right!" Zhang Yang took the rifle and handed it to Su Dafeng who was behind him. He patted Kara's fat body with one hand. This action shocked the group of bodyguards again. No one in this world can pat Kara on the shoulder with such a flamboyant attitude, not even Bush from the Skull and Bones Society!

"..."

Looking at Zhang Yang's deep eyes, Mr. Kara's heart skipped a beat and he suddenly woke up.

"Okay, okay, he is indeed a master!" Mr. Kara's eyes flashed with a sharp look.

"Dear Mr. Kara, you can have a friendly competition with Mr. John." Zhang Yang bowed slightly and smiled. This old man is indeed the leader of the mafia. He is very determined and powerful, and his psychological suggestion and hypnosis skills are also good. It can only make him lost for a moment, he is worthy of being a superior!

"please!"

"please!"

Old John was afraid that Kara would still be entangled with Zhang Yang, so he quickly took the gun from Su Dafeng's hand and handed it to Kara. His action seemed very natural, but it had the implicit meaning of reassuring Kara.

Sure enough, when the rifle fell from Su Dafeng to the old man's hand, the old man's frown relaxed.

Guns can always give people a sense of security, and the elderly are no exception.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

…

After John's signal, the target drone released the flying saucer, and Old John fired. After a series of gunshots, the scene became eerily quiet.

A group of three drones released nine targets in sequence, but none of them was focused.

Everyone was staring blankly in the air, their mouths half-opened, not knowing what to say. Even Zhang Yang was a little dazed. Finally, Zhang Yang understood why Old John failed as a killer. Old John really didn't have the talent to be a killer.

"Ahem...it's your turn, Mr. Kara." Old John's face turned red and he coughed awkwardly to remind Kara.

"Hahahaha... Your marksmanship is indeed well-deserved, hahaha..."

Carla looked up to the sky and burst into laughter. Her laughter was like a drake croaking. Old John looked at Carla's forgetful smile and his face turned red even more.

"Dear Mr. Kara, I am old, but my nephew is very good at shooting. Don't you like to place bets? How about we open the market?"

"Nephew?"

"That's Zhang!" Old John pointed at Zhang Yang. It was not too much for him to call Zhang Yang his nephew. After all, Zhang Yang was now the old man's apprentice, and Old John and the old man were from the same generation.

"Oh, no wonder you are so nervous. I wonder what kind of bets Mr. John can place?" Carla asked with interest.

"If you win, I can sell 49% of the shares. In this way, although the fishing company is still under my control, you can already participate in the operation, and anything you are interested in can be passed through The fishing company participates, but the profit is still 49%. Mr. Kara must also know that the fishing company is the family property left by my grandfather, and my transfer of 49% is already the biggest concession!"

"What if I lose?" Kara lowered her head and thought for a moment and asked.

"sorry……"

"Thirty-nine percent, if you lose, we can also let you participate in 39% of the shares!" Just when Old John was about to refuse, Zhang Yang suddenly interrupted.

"Zhang..." John was stunned, with a hint of displeasure in his eyes.

"Dear Mr. John, by selling 39% of your shares, you can expand your business several times or even dozens of times. I think Mr. John's grandfather will also be pleased. Moreover, the fishing company has always It's yours, no one can take away your fishing company!" Zhang Yang said slowly, his tone full of male magnetism, which made people feel a sense of trust inexplicably.

"Okay!" Old John thought for a few minutes and finally nodded.

"Hahaha... It's refreshing. I think I'm getting old too. Now the world is dominated by young people. We should give young people more opportunities. Dear Mr. John, do you think so?"

"Huh?" Old John looked at Mr. Kara in confusion.

"Caesar, come here."

Kara nodded slightly, and a young man standing behind the beach chair, wearing a gray suit and with extremely neatly combed hair, stood up. This young man had blond hair shawl and a pair of blue eyes like gems. This man It was the young man who carried the suitcase for Carla, who poured the wine and laid the tablecloths. From beginning to end, he was the person closest to Carla.

"Uncle." The young man nodded humbly and looked at Kara with eyes full of respect.

"I know you have ambitions. Although you are not a direct descendant of our family, the blood of our Gambino family still flows in your veins. If you win today, I will consider including you as one of my successors. "

"Thank you uncle."

The young man nodded and saluted, with an unfazed expression. However, the moment he lowered his head, Zhang Yang saw the flame jumping in his eyes, which was a flame of power.

"Don't be pressured. It doesn't matter whether you win or lose. In fact, I have already decided to sell 49% of my shares." John walked to Zhang Yang and whispered.

"Dear Mr. John, your decision is right, but thirty-nine percent is obviously much better than forty-nine percent." Zhang Yang shrugged and smiled.

"Of course, of course!" Old John laughed heartily.

"Haha, are you confident?" Kara said to Old John with a smile.

"No, I'm not sure at all. Apart from indoor target shooting, I haven't even seen my nephew shoot a flying saucer. However, winning or losing doesn't matter to me because my nephew brought me a flying saucer." A very good partner." Old John's eyes fell on Su Dafeng and Ruan Wenwu.

"Is it because of them that you are willing to cooperate with me?" Carla suddenly realized.

"Yes, they will open up smuggling channels for me throughout Asia, and they will send women from all over Asia to the United States in a steady stream. Now, I have a group of beautiful women in my house. They are like gold mines. These The gold mine will be waiting for us to dig it, it’s us, dear Mr. Kara!”

"Chinese woman?" Kara's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Haha, let's wait until you win or lose."

"No rush, no rush, in short, you will always tell me whether I win or lose." Kara laughed.

"let's start!"

…

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

…

There was a series of sounds of firearms rubbing together. The blond and blue-eyed young man named Caesar took off his suit, revealing his white shirt. An assault rifle disintegrated in his hands like magic.

After the young man carefully checked the rifle, there was another intensive "click" sound of metal friction, and a complete rifle appeared in his hand.

Master! Ruan Wenwu's eyes were bright, and the muscles of his body tensed unconsciously.

Just from the action of disassembling his rifle, you can tell that this is a real firearms master. Moreover, he is different from Zhang Yang. It is the first time for Zhang Yang to come into contact with this assault rifle, which is standard equipment for American infantry. And this young man is very familiar with it. I am as familiar with this gun as I am with my own body...

"He served in the army when he was nineteen years old. He stayed in Iraq for two years and in Afghanistan for three days. He is a distant nephew of mine. He hopes to gain a place in the family. After he came back, I always took him with me. Being around, testing his will and loyalty..." Mr. Kara's eyes were filled with pride when he said about Caesar.

"It seems that he has passed your assessment." Old John stared at this young man, and he had a feeling that this young man was probably the successor of the Gambino family.

"Look again." Carla smiled slightly without comment.

…

"How many groups?" Zhang Yang signaled Caesar to shoot first, and an attendant asked Caesar.

Caesar didn't speak, but raised a finger slightly.

"blow!"

…

Zhang Yang's keen mind felt the subtle sound of the big flying saucer breaking through the air. The drone fired one flying saucer, but the flying saucers flew in different directions. In other words, the flying saucer shot three flying saucers at a time.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The m16a2 can fire semi-automatically, or it can fire in bursts of up to 3 rounds. The number of flying saucers at one time was exactly three. Caesar chose three bursts from the beginning. This was a very difficult shooting method. After all, the directions of the three flying saucers were not concentrated in one place, so the muzzle of the gun The movement range is quite large.

Almost at the same time as the three gunshots, I thought of the explosion of the flying saucer. The flying saucer broke up in the air and released a plume of smoke.

…

"Pop!"

"Pop!"

After a moment of silence, there was a burst of warm applause.

Very smooth shooting, and the time and distance are quite accurate. When the flying saucer is shooting in multiple directions, the longest distance the saucer can fly to the target is 75 meters, the flight time is 4 to 5 seconds, and the best hit distance of the shotgun is within 35 meters. Therefore, the shooter must complete the firing within 15 to 15 meters of the target flying out of the target trench, which means that the shooter must complete a series of actions of carrying the gun, aiming, and firing within 0.4 to 0.6 seconds. The rapidity of his actions and reactions are remarkable. It’s easy to imagine.

Caesar used an assault rifle. He could shoot the flying saucer from a distance of 70 meters, instead of shooting within 20 meters like shooting shotguns. In fact, when Caesar hit the flying saucer just now, he was at a distance of 15 meters. , which is a very difficult distance to shoot at.

Caesar's face was unusually calm and relaxed, as if shooting three flying saucers was not worth being happy about.

"please!"

"Group 2!" Zhang Yang picked up the rifle he had inspected and said calmly.

Now, the rules of the game are completely different from those of shooting competitions.

"Crack!"

The firearm made a pleasant sound of mechanical friction, and everyone's hearts tightened inexplicably, as if the sound of loading was hitting their hearts hard.

start!

Zhang Yang raised his hand to indicate...

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

…

Hold the gun, aim, fire, gunshot, six consecutive bursts of fire, the movements are extremely smooth and flowing.

The movements were too fast, so fast that people's brains could not react at all. This series of movements fell in the eyes of everyone, as if they were just two movements of raising and lowering the gun...

There was an eerie silence at the shooting range.

Dozens of pairs of eyes were staring closely at the vast void. In the void, there were still lime smoke and dust floating...

Six shots and six hits!

Time froze at this moment, and everyone actually forgot to applaud and stared blankly in the air.

"Pah, pah, pah...!"

There was a burst of warm applause, and even Carla and Caesar did not hesitate to applaud. Old John's face turned red with excitement, and the fat on his belly kept trembling. The looks in the eyes of Su Dafeng and Ruan Wenwu were no longer excited, but fanatical.

Miracle!

This is an absolute miracle!

It was Caesar's turn to shoot.

"Three groups!"

Caesar's expression, which was originally relaxed, became serious. After picking up the gun, he weighed it carefully and took a deep breath. Zhang Yang's decisive shooting caused him huge psychological pressure, and this broke In order to improve his shooting rhythm, he was planning to increase the number of flying saucers round by round to let himself find the shooting feeling.

In fact, playing ball requires a sense of ball, singing requires a sense of music, and shooting also requires cultivating sense to reach the peak of one's condition.

Caesar had to jump from one group to three because Zhang Yang had already hit all the flying saucers in the second group. He couldn't win even if he hit them all. He had to start from the third group.

Caesar made a ready gesture.

Flying saucer shot...

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

…

After a burst of intensive shooting, when the last flying saucer was hit at a distance of about 60 meters, the moment it landed, everyone breathed a deep sigh of relief.

No one wanted the game to end like this, even Old John hoped that Caesar would not lose too quickly.

It must be said that Caesar's shooting this time was obviously different from the last time, because beads of sweat were already rolling down Caesar's forehead.

This time with nine bullets, Caesar did not shoot easily!

It's Zhang Yang's turn to shoot.

Zhang Yang checked the magazine this time and replenished the bullets that started shooting. This action made everyone a little puzzled. This is the standard US military configuration magazine. There are thirty rounds of bullets in one magazine, which is enough for shooting flying saucers. No need to replenish bullets at all.

Of course, no one knew that this was a habit Zhang Yang had developed. When being chased, as long as he had a gun, he would keep his magazine fully loaded at all times.

"How many groups?" the staff asked.

"Group six."

"Ah...how many groups?" The staff member thought his ears had heard it wrong and asked repeatedly.

"Six groups!" Zhang Yang said word by word.

"Group six..." The staff opened their mouths wide with an expression of disbelief.

Suddenly, Zhang Yang's rifle was raised and aimed at the staff member controlling the drone.

"Bang!"

The gun rang out, and the staff member froze. The white sunhat on his head was suddenly pulled into the air by a huge force. He felt a chill on his bald head. He was stunned at first, and then his clumsy body suddenly shivered. He stepped back, took several steps back, and suddenly fell to the ground. He looked at the black hole in the muzzle of the gun raised in Zhang Yang's hand with a horrified look on his face, trembling all over...

The entire shooting range fell into an eerie silence, as if the gun in Zhang Yang's hand could shoot at anyone. A group of Kara's bodyguards touched the guns at their waists and did not dare to move, for fear of causing Zhang Yang's anger due to their too large movements. There was a misunderstanding, and Kara felt that the shirt inside the suit was already soaked. For the first time, he realized that he was in such a dangerous situation. If this young man wanted to kill him, he had no chance to resist. His gun was too It's fast, and besides, he doesn't have as many bullets as there are in the magazine!

Caesar's blue eyes were dancing with blue flames, and his hands were trembling slightly. He wanted to raise his gun, but he didn't dare. It was as if there was an invisible force in the air controlling his mind and making him dare not act rashly. …

"Group six!" Zhang Yang's hand holding the rifle was like a sculpture, motionless and without any expression on his face. However, this expression gave people a heavy psychological pressure.

"Group six!" Old John roared when he saw that the staff member still had a dumbfounded expression.

"Ah...yes...six groups..."

The staff rolled and crawled to the controller and started working.

Zhang Yang signaled that it’s time to start!

At the moment he signaled, Zhang Yang's thoughts were overwhelming. He felt the energy jumping in the air, the "rustling" sound of the leaves blowing in the majestic wind, and the violent beating of people's hearts.

Every pair of eyes opened wide, as if they were afraid of missing the moment to witness the miracle.

"Whizzing!"

"Whizzing!"

"Whizzing……"

Zhang Yang's thoughts were firmly captured in the few tenths of a second when the flying saucer shot out of the target trench. His brain was like a high-speed computer. He was calculating the angle and position of each flying saucer. He even... Calculating which flying saucer landed last, and selecting a priority shooting plan through optimal processing, the crazy calculations made Zhang Yang's fair skin glow with a hint of red, which was extremely weird.

Six groups of eighteen flying saucers were launched in various directions at the same time...

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

…

Eighteen shots, the shooting of these eighteen shots seemed to last as long as a century. People's eyes could clearly see the flying saucers in the sky exploding one by one, and the dust was floating in the breeze...

Quiet!

Quiet!

Eerily quiet!

(To be continued)