The Road to Slaying God

Everyone looked shocked as they watched the dust in the air gradually being swept away by the breeze.

The speed was too fast, unbelievably fast.

Eighteen shots!

Eighteen consecutive shots were fired, and the gunfire was dense and excessive without any hesitation. What made everyone even more frightened was that Zhang Yang's face always had a relaxed expression, as if there was no pressure at all.

There seemed to be a strange atmosphere filling the air at the shooting range, and everyone's minds were controlled by the rifle in Zhang Yang's hand.

"Please!" Zhang Yang's polite voice broke the silence.

The blond young man's face was flushed, and his eyes were no longer as clear as before. It was an indescribable feeling.

pressure!

Huge psychological pressure oppressed Caesar's heart and every blood vessel. His confidence was gone after Zhang Yang shot eighteen shots.

Everyone felt the huge pressure from Caesar. As Caesar raised the muzzle of his gun and got ready to shoot, the air became more and more oppressive. Everyone felt like their hearts were hanging high, and they were very uneasy.

How many groups will Caesar sign up for?

"Seven groups." Just when everyone was thinking, Caesar reported his shooting data. His voice was hoarse, making people feel helpless. Suddenly, everyone felt that this young man had something. It was a bit pitiful, even Karadu sighed deeply. Obviously, he made the wrong decision to let Caesar participate in the competition. This contempt is likely to be a fatal blow to Caesar's confidence, which was cultivated in Iraq and Afghanistan. This confidence will be severely damaged by his failure.

Seven groups, twenty shooting targets, can Caesar hit them?

Caesar didn't call start. He put down the raised gun, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

Caesar was under great pressure, and he felt his fingers tremble. When his fingers pressed the trigger, they no longer had the same solid feeling as before, but there was a slight slip.

He had to take deep breaths to steady himself.

He can't lose, no!

Finally, Caesar opened his eyes, the confident expression returned to his face again, raised his gun, and signaled...

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

…

The bullets were shooting like hail...

"Peng!"

"Peng!"

…

What's weird is that this time's design creates an illusion to everyone's vision, as if the bullets exploded in half in the air. The bullets fired and the explosion of the flying saucer formed two dense sounds, just like there is a kind of power. It separates the two sounds and makes them extremely clear...

This is no longer shooting, but a performance.

The twenty-first target, the flying saucer has flown seventy meters away...

Wen and Wu's pupils shrank suddenly, and Su Dafeng felt his heart jump to his throat. Everyone saw that the flying saucer was about to land.

Time seemed to freeze again.

All eyes are fixed on the flying saucer that is about to land...

"Bang!" There was a crisp sound.

The flying saucer exploded in flight among the lightning flints that landed on the ground, just like in slow motion. People saw that the angle of bullet shooting was very small parallel to the ground. After the flying saucer burst, the grass was stirred up by the bullets.

Lost!

Lost!

With this shot, Caesar had actually lost. The moment the bullet hit the flying saucer, the lower half of the flying saucer had already reached the top of the grass...

Caesar stared blankly at the grass in the distance. It was already seventeen or ten meters away, which was the farthest flying distance of the flying saucer. He still lost. Although this was his best performance, the fact is, He still lost!

Caesar's blue eyes showed a trace of disappointment. This was his only chance to enter the core of family power, and it was his best design, but he still lost.

No!

No!

He hasn't lost yet, he still has another chance, because Zhang Yang only shot eighteen targets, and he, even if the last flying saucer was not, he also shot twenty targets...

Caesar's spirits perked up.

"Sir, it's your turn, please!" Hope burned in Caesar's eyes again.

"Fourteen groups!" Zhang Yang smiled slightly and reported the number.

…

Suddenly, the air became eerily quiet, and people felt as if their hearts and blood had stopped flowing.

Fourteen groups, everyone's eyes were filled with incredible expressions. This is a shocking statistic. You must know that just now Caesar was already beyond his capabilities with only seven groups. The last goal was controversial, but Zhang Yang actually One surname doubled the number.

At this time, everyone suddenly discovered that each increase in Zhang Yang's shooting was twice that of Caesar's shot, and it increased again and again...

If Zhang Yang is not a genius, he is a lunatic.

However, it is obvious that the possibility of being a genius is much greater than that of a madman.

"Yes... yes... I'm sorry..." The drone control employee touched his bald head.

"Huh?" Zhang Yang frowned.

"No, no... Dear sir, there are fifteen multi-directional flying saucer drones, and every three drones are in a group. In fact, there are only five groups, because considering unexpected situations, there will be two spare groups in the target trench. "Yes, so seven groups are already the most, there is no way there are fourteen groups..." The bald black American was so frightened that Zhang Yang looked at him and backed away. His eyes looked at the rifle in Zhang Yang's hand with fear, for fear that he would shoot again. shooting.

"This... is a pity." Zhang Yang shrugged and looked at Old John with regret.

Everyone couldn't help but look at Old John, showing a disappointed expression. Even Carla and Caesar wanted to see how Zhang Yang shot fourteen groups of fifty-two flying saucer targets.

"Is there any way?" Old John looked at the black man, a little depressed. When he was originally excited, he was poured cold water on him.

"Yes..." The black man hesitated for a moment.

"Say!" Old John's eyes lit up.

"Actually, you can have a target drone launch flying saucers continuously, but..."

"Just what?"

"Because they are not launched at the same time, but closely behind. Although the time difference is very small, in fact, there is still a difference. Moreover, because the same target drone is ejected multiple times, it is easy to cause chaos in the sky..."

"Let's start!" Zhang Yang interrupted the black man. He didn't want to waste time on this.

"Yes, yes..." The black man nodded repeatedly. He had already been frightened by Zhang Yang's shot close to the scalp and lost his temper.

The shooting range became silent again.

People miraculously discovered that Zhang Yang closed his eyes after saying he was ready, with the rifle slung on his shoulder.

Zhang Yang's thoughts have formed a huge sheet, like the sky, covering every inch of space and every person in the shooting range.

Zhang Yang felt the black man's hands trembling.

Zhang Yang felt Caesar's hands clenching into fists and exerting force unconsciously, while Old John looked at him with excitement.

Among them, the only ones thinking were Kara and Su Dafeng. Instead, they lowered their heads and seemed to be thinking about something.

The most enthusiastic person was Ruan Wenwu, with his eyes wide open. Zhang Yang felt that his heart was beating powerfully and his blood was boiling...

Everyone is looking forward to, looking forward to...

Awesome!

Zhang Yang moved. Before the black man controlling the target drone made a sound, Zhang Yang's hand moved, and the rifle was like a wisp of smoke in the air...

Lifting the gun, aiming...the movements were like flowing water without any hindrance.

"Bang!"

What makes people feel weird is that Zhang Yang actually fired, and the time he fired almost suppressed the black man's shout, as if he knew that the black man had activated the switch.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

…

Bullets kept firing, and a magical scene appeared in front of everyone's eyes. Many people were shot to pieces just after being ejected from the target trench.

One after another, the flying saucers exploded less than five meters out of the target trench, as if they were playing magic, not shooting at all.

Caesar's blue eyes showed a look of panic for the first time.

This is out of the scope of shooting. Almost no one can hit the flying saucer the moment it shoots out of the target trench, because human thinking simply cannot keep up. After all, when your retina returns the target information to the brain, , the target has appeared at a distance of ten to fifteen meters...

Finally, the range of the flying saucers became wider and wider, and some of them had already reached fifty meters in the air before being hit.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

…

"Click!" The sound of changing a magazine woke up the intoxicated people. Only then did everyone remember that thirty rounds of bullets in one magazine were simply not enough.

Seeing Zhang Yang's free and smooth action of changing the magazine, everyone was not only shocked, but also a pleasure to watch. It must be said that this young man always maintained a cool and unrestrained attitude amidst such intensive shooting. His calm expression showed no sign of being in a hurry.

This young man's thinking is terrifyingly calm!

Everyone believed that, amidst the torrent of iron armor and thousands of troops, this young man could still hunt down every target he could see. His shooting had entered a whole new realm. , most of the time, no one saw Zhang Yang aiming at all. He just raised the gun casually, and his movements were so coherent that it felt like it was what it should be...

It can be said that it is unprecedented to be able to change the magazine while flying the saucer.

Caesar's miraculous marksmanship pales in front of Zhang Yang...

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The last three shots, three consecutive shots, hit the last three target flying saucers very decisively. The three targets were almost in the same direction, and the three targets almost landed on the grass. However, that was just Almost, in fact, people's eyes can clearly see the three target flying saucers exploding in the air.

There was a long silence.

The dust has settled...

Forty-two shots were fired, not a single shot missed. This is a mythical story.

Caesar did not pick up the gun again. There was no point in picking up the gun again. Although Zhang Yang shot consecutively rather than once, Zhang Yang had already made up for the time difference when he changed the magazine, that is, Said that even if forty-two targets were launched at the same time, Zhang Yang would have enough time to shoot them down one by one...

At this time, everyone looked at Zhang Yang with awe, even Kara looked at Zhang Yang with dignity.

This is a magical young man. If he is on the battlefield, this young man alone can be the leader of dozens or even hundreds of people. What is certain is that as long as this young man is given a good gun and a good position, He can hunt an army...

"I'm sorry." Caesar walked to Kara's side with a blank expression.

"You tried your best, you still have a chance, you will!" Kara patted the blond and blue-eyed young man to comfort him. It must be said that this outstanding young man was very unlucky. He met a China full of magic. people.

Caesar nodded and stood behind Kara unusually quietly.

At this moment, Su Dafeng's eyes lit up when he looked at Caesar...

Zhang Yang won!

There was no applause, no cheers, just surprise and shock.

(To be continued)