Chapter 890: Hung up?

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Quiet!
Deathly silence.
In the huge shooting range, there was no sound, and the needle drop could be heard.
This scene that happened before my eyes caused an unprecedented visual impact on everyone.
It took more than half a minute before someone recovered and couldn't help exclaiming:
"Does this kid think he is a gunman? He wants to blindfold and shoot?"
"If he can do it, he can definitely go down in history and set a Guinness record!"
"Cut! Don't be whimsical! Even a world champion cannot accomplish such a feat!"
On the other side, Sun Xiang's face showed unconcealable shock, and his eyeballs almost popped out of his eye sockets.
As a general, he grew up in a military camp since he was a child. Under the influence of his ears and eyes, his marksmanship is far better than ordinary people, so he can only hit the 95th ring.
However, Ye Fan's actions now brought him unprecedented shock.
Suddenly, there was a flash of light in his mind, as if thinking of something, coldly said:
"Boy, you didn't know that you missed the target, so you deliberately made a gimmick to sensationalize! This way, even if you miss the target, it won't be too shameful. If you get caught by a chance, you can brag for a long time!"
Hearing this, everyone around suddenly understood, and they all agreed:
"Sun Shaoming looked at Qiuhao and saw through this kid's trick at a glance!"
"Huh... I've seen this guy displeased a long time ago, and I know I'm making a fool of myself!"
"Let him blow up the sky, and when he shoots later, it will be all exposed!"
These cynicism did not affect Ye Fan's mentality.
In the noise, he squeezed the pistol, raised his right arm in a "blind" state, aimed at the target paper 50 meters away, and then pulled the trigger.
"Boom boom boom boom!!!"
A burst of gunfire suddenly sounded.
Ye Fan did not shoot another shot every 2 or 3 seconds like Sun Xiang.
After a few breaths, he didn't pause at all, pressed the trigger repeatedly, and shot ten bullets.
Seeing this scene, Sun Xiang showed a contemptuous smile on his face.
In this shooting competition, the faster you shoot, the better.
When the bullet is fired, it is pressed by the gunpowder gas, which pushes the back seat of the gun, which will generate recoil.
Therefore, after each shot, it takes time to adjust the position to ensure that the muzzle is aimed at the target star.
With rapid bursts like Ye Fan, even if the first shot is shot correctly, the next few shots will get more and more crooked until they miss the target.
In Sun Xiang's view, the victory or defeat is now divided, and Ye Fan has already lost a terrible defeat.
At this moment, Ye Fan took off the handkerchief covering his eyes, his face was calm and calm, and he was full of mastery.
"Boy, you don't have the skills, but you pretend to be decent! It's a pity that you don't go acting!" Sun Xiang said coldly.
Ye Fan glanced at him casually, did not retort, did not put him in his eyes at all.
Such ignorance made Sun Xiang more angry, his anger surged, and his forehead was erected, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Smelly boy, do you dare to pretend?!"
As he said, his eyes were red, and his fists were clenched, as if he was about to fight in the next moment.
For a time, the atmosphere in the court was tense and tense.
The guests watching around, all backed away, gloating, waiting for a good show.
As the young master of the Sun family, Sun Xiang usually acts high-profile and arrogant. In addition to his superb marksmanship, his fighting ability is not inferior to that of special soldiers.
Coupled with the support of the Sun family, even if other people are beaten by him, they dare not retaliate and can only swallow their anger.
At this moment, the staff had walked to the target, removed the target paper, and shouted:
"Ten 10 rings, a total of-100 rings!"
...
As soon as this statement came out, it was like a blockbuster that exploded in the ears of everyone in the venue.
The smile on Sun Xiang's face solidified in an instant, and his whole person was standing still on the spot, unable to move.
Others are also dumbfounded, their brains are blank, thinking they have auditory hallucinations.
100 rings, how is this possible?
You know, Ye Fan's performance just now is just a layman who has just touched guns!
More importantly, he shot with blindfolded eyes. It is not easy to be able to hit the target. Every shot scored ten rings, which is impossible even for an Olympic champion.
"No! Impossible!"
Sun Xiang, like an angry lion, roared at the staff 50 meters away: "You take the target paper and let me check it!"
In his opinion, Ye Fan was mostly cheating, and it was even possible that he had used some means to buy out the shooting range staff and lied about the results.
Soon, the staff member trot all the way, came to Sun Xiang, and respectfully handed the target paper to him.
Sun Xiang took the target paper and looked down, only to see a small bullet hole on the huge target paper, only 10 rings in the center.
"Humph!" Sun Xiang snorted coldly, grabbed the staff's neckline hard, and exclaimed: "There is only one bullet hole on this target paper. Where's the 100 ring, are you kidding me?"
Seeing his fierce appearance, the staff turned pale with fright, and stammered: "First... Sir, our targets here are all infrared sensors, there will be absolutely no deviation! You... take a closer look. This target paper!"
Hearing this, Sun Xiang looked suspiciously and looked at the target paper carefully.
After a few seconds, he seemed to have some amazing discovery. His pupils suddenly shrank into needle-like ridges, and his body was shocked, as if he was shocked, as if he would fall to the ground in the next moment.
Seeing his weird appearance, someone next to him asked, "Brother Xiang, what happened? Is there anything weird on this target paper?"
"Huh! Huh! Huh!"
In the next moment, everyone in the field craned their necks and looked at the bullet hole in the center of the target paper, curious.
Looking intently, there is indeed only one bullet hole in the center. If it is dead, it will hit 10 rounds. The other 9 rounds have missed the target. How could it be 100 rounds?
Suddenly, someone had a flash of inspiration and exclaimed in an unbelievable exclamation: "Is it possible...The ten bullets were all hit in one place, and the bullet holes overlapped each other, so this situation happened?"
...
"hiss!"
Hearing this, everyone around couldn't help taking a breath of air, and a huge wave was set off in their hearts, and they were beyond surprise.
You know, the bullet hole of the Type 92 pistol is only half the size of a fingernail.
Therefore, as long as there is a slight deviation, it will be reflected on the target paper.
Ten bullets in a row, hit the same position at the same time, accurate to the millimeter, this is really incredible.
Not to mention human beings, even robots, I am afraid they can't do it!
Shocked!
Unparalleled shock!
At this moment, everyone in the venue didn't know what words to use to describe their mood.
I don’t know how long it took. Someone finally recovered and looked at Ye Fan with eyes, muttering:
"Damn it! Do the perspective and self-sighting hanging in the chicken also exist in reality?"
"It's a real hammer! There is no other possibility besides opening it!"
"Don't be nonsense! If there is such a link, I will be the first to buy it, whatever the price!"
"Yes! People are really awesome, and it's not an exaggeration to say that they are a gun god!"
"If this is on the battlefield, one can definitely count as a hundred!"
All of a sudden, the attitude of everyone in the field toward Ye Fan changed 180 degrees.
They mocked Ye Fan because they mistakenly thought that he was just a bragging pretense!
And now, Ye Fan proved his strength with actions.
The real strong, no matter where they are, are respected existences!
Facing someone who is better than themselves, they may feel jealous, but facing an existence standing on the top of the world, they will only feel beyond the reach and even worship.
However, under the gaze of everyone's admiration, Ye Fan's face was as usual, without any conceit or complacency, as if everything just now was just a basic operation for him.
Everyone in the court didn't know that even though Ye Fan was blindfolded with a handkerchief, his spiritual knowledge was far better than vision, and he could see everything within a hundred meters.
At the same time, Ye Fan also injected internal energy into the bullet, which was able to control the bullet's flight trajectory.
Not to mention making ten rings, even letting bullets "dance" in the air is a breeze.