Chapter 683: . Martial arts contest (4/5)

As the farmer said, this is a relatively well-known race in Oceania, called the Parrot Tongue Contest, but not only parrots, but also all kinds of birds can imitate human speech to make fun.
The southern hemisphere is rich in bird resources, and it is not surprising that this inexplicable event occurred. The scale of the event was not small, and almost all countries in Oceania participated.
Australia, the Republic of Nauru, the Republic of Vanuatu, the Republic of the Marshall Islands, the Kingdom of Tonga, New Zealand, Tuvalu, the Republic of Kiribati, Solomon Islands, the Republic of Fiji, Samoa, the Independent State of Papua New Guinea, the Republic of Palau, and so on. Of course, New Zealand is indispensable.
The last competition was held in the Republic of Fiji, this time it was New Zealand's turn, held in Queenstown, at the end of August, and there is still nearly a month until now.
This competition has attracted much attention. It is divided into first, second and third prizes, and there is also a best rookie award. There are medals and bonuses. The first prize is not low. It is 100,000 US dollars. No wonder so many people pay attention.
The reason why there is a best rookie award is because there are only a few good parrots, so they are the winners. In order to keep the game fresh, this award was set.
The champions of previous competitions have alternated. One compatriot has won two championships in the past five years. Both are African Grey Parrots. Blue-hat Amazon parrots and Cuban Amazon parrots have also won prizes.
After reading the introduction, Pharaoh decided to participate, the bonus is not much, but he can be famous, the game has a high degree of attention, and he just hasn't played in Queenstown yet.
After lunch, it was leisure time in the afternoon. A group of farmers had nothing to do, and even held a shooting competition.
There is no shortage of woods in New Zealand. Behind Mundo Farm is a pine forest. The pine trees he uses to surround the farm are transplanted from the woods.
Wang Bo also served, and the farmers opened the car and pulled out a gun from under the seat!
He was going crazy, pulling these humanities: "You, you carry a gun with you? My God, you carry a gun with you? Do you have a gun permit? Do you have a permit to transfer a gun?"
Immediately someone scorned and said, "Freedom! Man, we are in New Zealand, and we must have armed freedom! Don't care about the rules of trampling horses, it's for the administrator's fool!
Others said, "Just, there are no police here anyway."
"I'm the police." Pharaoh really wanted to say that.
Rob came over and asked, "You don't have a gun?"
Wang Bo was silent, walked back to the car, took Glock out of the sandbox, raised it and said, "I have a pistol."
The people around were staring, and gave him thumbs up:
"Buddy your nose! I like you, you're a fierce man! Dare to bring a pistol out, are you okay?"
I left my family with a pistol and a pistol and moved outside. I was caught with a different nature. In New Zealand, the pistol is a security weapon and the pistol is an offensive weapon.
Many people don't understand that the power of a pistol is not as good as that of a long gun. Why is the management stricter? Is the punishment worse?
Because the pistol is easy to hide, it is not easy to be found in a public place with a pistol, and the pistol cannot be hidden, and it will be found in advance. Therefore, the pistol is the more threatening weapon for the attack.
Wang Bo took out the police badge and hung it on his chest, and said, "Look, I'm legal."
Seeing him pull out the police badge, someone immediately threw the shotgun in his hand to the ground, and Sura hid behind her back, her eyes dodging looked very interesting.
Mundo stung the two people who threw the gun one by one: "Fack, this is the king, our man, you are afraid of a bird!"
The two men quickly picked up their guns again: "Yes, this is not a police inquiry."
The activity is very simple. It is to hit the target or move the target. There are a lot of wine bottles on the farm. Mundo brings people to pack them and put them on a small wall that is only shoulders high.
Wang Bo watched it a bit like some foreign TV series. Everyone hit a bottle at a distance of 20 meters.
The distance of 20 meters is short. In fact, for shooting wine bottles, this distance is not too short. Wang Bo feels that the bottles are not large.
Luo Bo asked him to come for two shots first, and Wang Bo waved modestly: "You play first, you play first. Let me see, I don't know the rules yet."
"There are no rules. Don't use shotguns and go beyond this line. You can play other things. For example, you can shoot on your stomach, you can jump up and shoot, and you can shoot while walking."
Wang Bo coughed and took a pistol to pose.
Hani also coughed and whispered, "Head, bend your legs, yes, bend your front legs and back legs, which makes it easier to aim."
Pharaoh hasn't played pistol shooting very much. Although Bowen taught him the first lesson this way, he didn't practice it seriously. Long-gun shooting is OK.
Aiming at it, he took a deep breath: ‘Bang Bang Bang! ’
Four consecutive shots were fired, but the bottle was motionless, and the bullet didn't know where it went.
A whistle sounded around him, Sura hippie said with a smile: "Sergeant Wang, your professional skills are a bit poor."
Wang Bo took a look at ar-15 in Rob's hand. This is a very popular civilian rifle. It is a civilian version of the famous gun M4. Aturu has one, but it has not been used much.
He reached for the ar-15 and missed a bottle. He felt a bit shameful and said, "I'll try it with a rifle."
"This is not a continuous shot. If you want to glance, then you really think wrong." Rob Bo laughed.
Wang Bo said: "I'll let you see how powerful I am!"
Eyes, card slots and crosshairs, three points immediately flew the line, looking for a feeling, he raised his eyes to find the beer bottle, his finger gently pulled the trigger: "Bang!"
"Pop!" Then a bottle exploded.
Wang Bo aimed at the next: "Bang Bang Bang!"
A series of shots passed, and he broke a row of ten wine bottles. Of course, the bullets were empty. He supplemented the bullets and still broke the bottles.
The sound of whistling was louder now, and there were sparse applause.
Robbie blew a loud whistle with his fingers and called, "Wow, cool! I never thought you were a marksman."
Pharaoh said proudly: "My professional skill is actually sniper. If you replace me with a sniper rifle, I can give you a hundred meters to wear Yang!"
Bragging doesn't pay taxes. Anyway, these people definitely don't have a sniper rifle. He can say anything.
The second player appeared was the host. Someone put the wine bottle back on again. Mundo raised his shotgun and smashed a series of wine bottles!
It was Pharaoh's turn to applaud and whistle: "This marksmanship is amazing!" (To be continued.)