Chapter 127: Ninety eight

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Ning Zimo looked helpless and said: "Fu Gongzi, I am not a prize. Whoever wins will reward him. What does this have to do with the game?"
Fu Peng listened and felt that he was not quite right. He explained: "Miss Ning, I don't mean this. I just think that there should be a chance to fight for you!"
As the saying goes, there is no comparison, where is the level, I can't lose it!

Ye Fan was not interested in the roots, said: "Forget it, I don't want to compare."
"You don't use a gun?" Fu Peng frowned. "Miss Ning is very accurate. How can she look at a man who won't use a gun?"
"I will, but I don't need to compare it." Ye Fan felt a little annoyed.
Fu Peng said: "In this case, just compare with me, it is a man who does not want a mother-in-law, just a little!
I won, you will leave Miss Ning, I lost, and I will never pursue Miss Ning again! how about it?

Ning Zi Mo is not happy: "Fu Gongzi, you have no power to interfere with my feelings!"
But Ye Fan’s eyes flashed a glimpse. He reached out and let the woman stop talking. "The contest between men? Interesting... Although I am not interested in the game, but to prove who compares men, then I will play with you. Bureau."
Ye Fan feels that he is too timid to shrink, and it is necessary to show his dominance in front of his own woman.
Song Xinghe and Lu Yier’s eyes are full of playful colors. They all know Fu Peng’s shooting method. As the founder of the club, it is naturally quite powerful in shooting. Compared with some special forces, it is not too much.
"Ye Fan, you really dare to gamble, if you lose if you lose, Ning boss is awkward," Lu Weier laughed.
Ye Fan looked back at her. "Who is waiting for the next thing, who did you say clearly? Last time you didn't want to see a joke, did you make a joke?"
Lv Yuer’s face was ugly, snoring, and a sigh of resentment flashed in her eyes.
Losing the ld group cooperation, let her in the Lu family can not lift their heads, and for many days they are not willing to go home to live.
Ye Fan smiled at Ning Zimo. "Ninger, you can rest assured, I will not lose."
Ning Zi Mo has no way to take a man, but she also knows that Ye Fan seems to be casual, but he will not do anything unsure, and he will not say anything.
A few people came to the shooting range together.
"Smith Wissen three generations, 0.45 large caliber pistols, one person with ten bullets, shooting at a distance of fifty meters, seeing who the total score is, wins." Fu Peng said confidently about the rules.
Ye Fan picked up the pistol and measured it. It was really the original one. It was not a counterfeit. This club is really not simple.
"No problem, who will come first?"
Fu Peng said: "You can say, I can."
Ye Fan shrugged. "I see you play first, watch it."
Fu Peng smiled disdainfully. He didn't care. He picked up the gun, loaded the bullets, opened the insurance, and started shooting at a ring target 50 meters away.
"Hey..."
Fu Peng double-handed gun, posture is very standard, the frequency of shooting is just right, obviously it is usually practiced.
After ten shots, the electronic measurement system gave a score directly on a screen above the shooting range.
"Eighty seven rings!"
Fu Peng shouted happily and put down the gun: "It is unfortunate that you have met me in good condition today. This is basically close to my highest score. If you give up, I understand."
The eighty-seventh ring is basically every bullet of his, at a distance of fifty meters, every time he can hit the area of ​​the palm of his hand.
This is very difficult for ordinary people. After all, the reaction of the real gun is very strong, not to mention the big caliber.
Ning Zi Mo is also Emei. Her shooting method is very good in the club, but the scores above 80 rings are also very difficult to get. I can't help but worry that Ye Fan can beat Fu Peng.
Ye Fan did not speak, picking up the gun slowly and smashing bullets.
He also thought that Fu Peng's level was very high, and the result turned out to be more than 80 rings. He felt that if he had a too outrageous performance, the gang would doubt what his past was doing.
Thinking about this, Ye Fan feels that he can almost beat it...
Raise the gun and shoot.
"Hey..."
Ye Fan also holds the gun in both hands, as if learning to pay for Peng, but in fact, Ye Fan's eyes are not concentrated, because of this distance, he knows how to hit the target with his eyes closed.
After ten shots, Fu Peng quickly pressed the button of statistics.
"Eight ... eight!?" Fu Peng gnashed his teeth and read the numbers, can't believe his eyes.
Ye Fan grinned and smiled. "Sorry, I won't win you."
"You... you are a dog!" Fu Peng said.
Ye Fan grinned. "Don't you say that you don't want to accept it?"
Fu Peng’s face is not reconciled, but it is not easy to refute. He can only say:
We will win again in three games!

Ye Fan waved his hand. "Say a good game, you change the rules. I don't play with people who don't believe."
"You..." Fu Peng thought that he couldn't chase Ning Zi Mo again in the future, and he was full of disappointment.
On the side of Lu Weier looked at Song Xinghe, and his eyes turned, saying: "Like this, as a good friend, our family Xinghe will pay for Peng. If the Galaxy wins you, the bet will be cancelled. When nothing happened."
Said, but also reached out to caress Song Xinghe, Jiao said: "Xinghe, you have to help Fu Peng, he lost too much."
Song Xinghe was dissatisfied with Lu, who was arrogant in his opinion, but did not show much.
Fu Peng listened and quickly slammed: "This proposal is good! Ye Fan, you don't compare with me, dare to compare with Song?"
"You still haven't finished yet? Is it better than?" Ye Fan sighed: "Moreover, this is no better than me."
Song Xinghe blinked and thought about it for a while. "Well, if I win, Ye Fan and Fu Peng will cancel the game."
If I lose, I will give you one million. This one million is my friend, and I will pay Peng’s gift.

Fu Peng haha ​​smiled and patted Song Xinghe's shoulder. "Old Song, you are really interesting! Just set it!"
Ye Fan can't help but wonder, this Song Xinghe wants to compare with him?
"You can be careful, Song’s shooting method is one of the best in the club, and often scores more than 90 points." Ning Zi Mo reminded him.
Ye Fan does not care about this, said: "Since all are so sincere, then I will be more than one."
Once again, the bullets were loaded, Song Xinghe picked up the gun, held it in one hand, and began to shoot with ease.
After the ten shots of the crisp and neat, Song Xinghe did not look at it, and walked away.
"My slot! You can do the old Song! Ninety-eight rings?!" Fu Peng exclaimed: "You have broken the record in the club!?"