Chapter 462: King of shooting!

"give me!"
"give me!"
...
In the seductive voice, Cara felt that his brain was like deoxidation and depletion. A powerful spiritual force controlled his limbs like an invisible shackle.
Zhang Yangyi psychologically suggested that Karata had a mental illness, and then used hypnosis to break his mind bit by bit.
You must know that Carla is a superior person among ordinary people. He has been holding power for a long time. Although there are mental illnesses such as cleanliness, this does not affect his life. Instead, he cultivates his iron-like will. It is impossible for the strong to do whatever they want.
In the stagnation of everyone's face, Cara slowly passed the loaded assault rifle into Zhang Yang's hand.
Everything is full of incredible magic!
Few people can believe that a stranger young man can let a character like Carla put down the gun in his hand, and now it does happen. The two are like two old friends. Carla moves when he hands the gun to Zhang Yang. Incomparably natural.
"Dear Mr. Carla, you really are a gentleman, I'm not mistaken!" Zhang Yang took the rifle and handed it to Su Dafeng behind him, and patted him with one hand on Kara's fat body. This action shocked a group of bodyguards. In this world, no one can slap Carla's shoulders in an open manner, nor can Bush of the Skeleton Society!
"..."
Looking at Zhang Yang's deep eyes, Mr. Cara's heart fluttered, sober.
"Okay, okay, it really is a master!" Mr. Carla's eyes flashed a sharp look.
"Dear Mr. Carla, you can have a friendly match with Mr. John." Zhang Yang slumped a little and smiled. This old man is indeed the leader of the Mafia. His determination is extremely strong, and his psychological cues and hypnosis are also Can only make him lost for a moment, worthy of being a superior!
"please!"
"please!"
Old John was afraid that Carla would still be entangled with Zhang Yang, and quickly took the gun from Su Dafeng's hand and handed it to Carla. His movement seemed very natural, but it had the meaning of reassuring Carla.
Sure enough, when the rifle fell from Su Dafeng to the old man's hand, the old man's frowning brows stretched out.
Guns always give people a sense of security, and the elderly are no exception.
"Oh!"
"Oh!"
...
After John signaled, the target drove a flying saucer, and Old John shot. After a series of gunfire, the scene was strangely quiet.
A group of three targets, none of the nine targets released in sequence were concentrated.
Everyone looked at the air dumbly, their mouths were half open and they didn't know what to say, even Zhang Yang was a little cyanosis. Finally, Zhang Yang understood the reason why the old John failed as a killer, and the old John did not have the talent to be a killer.
"Cough ... it's your turn, Mr. Carla." Old John flushed and cried awkwardly to remind Carla.
"Hahahaha ... Your marksmanship is indeed well-deserved, hahaha ..."
Carla burst into laughter, and the laughter was like a male duck. Old John looked at Cara's unforgettable smile, and his face turned red.
"Dear Mr. Carla, I'm old, but my nephew's marksmanship is very good. Don't you like to bet? Or, let's open?"
"Nephew?"
"That's Zhang!" Old John pointed to Zhang Yang, and it's no exaggeration to call Zhang Yang a nephew. After all, Zhang Yang's current identity is the apprentice of the old man, and the old John and the old man are one generation.
"Oh, no wonder you're so nervous, I don't know what Mr. John can bet?" Kara Rao asked with interest.
"If you win, I can sell 49% of the shares, so that although the fishing company is still under my control, you can already participate in the business, and all the things you are interested in can be passed The fishing company was involved, but the profit was still 49%. Mr. Carla must know that the fishing company was the family property left by my grandfather. I gave away 49%, which is the biggest concession! "
"What if I lose?" Cara asked, thinking, looking down.
"Sorry……"
"Thirty-nine percent, if you lose, you can also get 39 percent of your shares!" Just as the old John was about to refuse, Zhang Yang suddenly interjected.
"Zhang ..." John froze with a look of discomfort in his eyes.
"Dear Mr. John, if you transfer 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, and the fishing company has always been It's yours, no one can take away your fishing company! "Zhang Yang said slowly, his tone surging with a magnetic surname of a male surname, somehow gave him a sense of trust.
"Okay!" Old John thought for a few minutes before finally nodding.
"Hahaha ... refreshingly, I think, I am also old, now is the world of young people, we should give young people some more opportunities, dear Mr. John, do you say so?"
"Huh?" John looked at Mr. Cara in puzzlement.
"Caesar, come here."
Cara ’s head was a little bit. A young man standing behind a beach chair, wearing a gray suit, and having untidy hair, stood out. The young man had shawl blond hair and blue eyes like gems. It was the young man who carried the carat box, poured wine, and made tablecloths. He was the closest person to Carat from beginning to end.
"Uncle." The young man nodded humblely, looking at Carla's eyes full of respect.
"I know you have ambitions. Although you are not a direct member of our family, there is still blood from our Gambino family in your veins. If you win today, I will consider including you as one of my successors. "
"Thank you Uncle."
The young man nodded saluting, an expression of indignity, but the moment he lowered his head, Zhang Yang saw the flame of jumping in his eyes, it was a flame of power .
"Don't be under pressure. It doesn't matter if you win or lose. In fact, I have already decided to transfer my 49% stake." John whispered to Zhang Yang.
"Dear Mr. John, your decision is correct, but 39% is obviously better than 49%." Zhang Yang smiled with a shrug.
"Of course, of course!" Old John laughed openly.
"Oh, are you sure?" Carla said to the old John with a smile.
"No, I'm not sure. Except for indoor shooting, I haven't even seen my nephew shoot a UFO, but winning or losing doesn't matter to me, because my nephew brought me 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?" Kara suddenly realized.
"Yes, they will open the smuggling passage for me throughout Asia. They will continue to send women from Asia to the United States. Now, there are a group of beautiful women in my house. They are gold mines. These The gold mine is waiting for us to dig, it is us, dear Mr. Carla! "
"Chinese woman?" Carla's eyes brightened.
"Hehe, let's wait until you win or lose."
"Not in a hurry, anyway, you will always tell me whether you win or lose." Carla laughed.
"let's start!"
...
"Click!"
"Click!"
...
A series of gunfire rubbing sounds, and the blond young man named Caesar took off his suit, revealing a white shirt, and an assault rifle disintegrated in his hands like playing magic.
After the young man carefully checked the rifle, there was another dense "click" metal friction sound, and a complete rifle had appeared in his hands.
Master! Ruan Wenwu's eyes were bright, and his muscles were unconsciously tightened.
It can be seen only from his action of dismantling the rifle that this is a true master of firearms. Moreover, he is not the same as Zhang Yang. Zhang Yang was the first to contact this standard assault rifle of the American infantry. The familiarity of this gun is like familiarity with his own body ...
"He served in the army when he was nineteen, spent two years in Iraq and three days in Afghanistan. He is one of my distant nephews. He hopes to get a place in the family. After he returned, I kept bringing Beside him, test his will and loyalty ... "Mr. Carla said with pride in his eyes when Caesar said.
"It seems that he has passed your assessment." Old John stared at the young man, and he had a feeling that this young man is likely to be the successor of the Gambino family.
"Look again." Carla smiled a little at all.
...
"How many groups?" Zhang Yang motioned Caesar to shoot first, and an attendant asked Caesar.
Caesar didn't speak, but slightly raised a finger.
"blow!"
...
Zhang Yang's keen sense felt the subtle air-breaking sound of a large flying saucer. The target machine is a target machine that launches a flying saucer, but the flying saucers fly in different directions, that is, the target machine fires three flying saucers at a time.
"Oh!"
"Oh!"
"Oh!"
The m16a2 can be fired semi-automatically or with a burst of up to 3 rounds. The number of flying saucers is exactly three at the beginning. Caesar chose three bursts of firing at the beginning. This is a very difficult shooting method. After all, the directions of the three flying saucers are not concentrated in one place. Therefore, the muzzle The amount of movement is quite large.
Almost at the same time as the sound of three guns, I wanted to take off the saucer. The flying saucer burst in the air, emitting a smoke.
...
"Pap!"
"Pap!"
After a moment of silence, there was a warm applause.
The shooting is very smooth, and the time and distance are quite accurate. When the UFO shoots in multiple directions, the target can fly at a maximum distance of 75 meters, a flight time of 4 to 5 seconds, and the best shot distance for shotguns is within 35 meters. Therefore, the shooter must complete the firing within 15 to 15 meters of the target. That is to say, the shooter must complete a series of movements such as shooting, aiming, and firing within 0.4 to 0.6 seconds. The action is fast and the reaction is fast. Come to mind.
Caesar used an assault rifle. He could shoot a flying saucer at a distance of 70 meters, instead of firing within 20 meters like a shotgun. In fact, when Caesar hit the flying saucer just 15 meters This is a very difficult shooting distance.
Caesar's face was unusually calm and his expression relaxed, as if it seemed that shooting three flying saucers was not worth the joy at all.
"please!"
"Two teams!" Zhang Yang said lightly, picking up the rifle he had begun to check.
Now, it's completely different from the rules of the shooting game.
"Click!"
The firearms made a pleasant mechanical friction sound, and the hearts of the people were inexplicably tight, as if the sound of the loading was pounding heavily on their hearts.
Start!
Zhang Yang raised her hand to signal ...
"Oh!"
"Oh!"
"Oh!"
...
End the gun, aim, shoot, fire, six consecutive shots, the movement is extremely smooth, flowing.
The action is too fast, and the brain's thinking can't react at all. This series of actions falls in the eyes of everyone, as if it were just two actions of raising a gun and dropping a gun ...
The shooting range was strangely quiet.
Dozens of eyes stared tightly into the vast void, and in that void, the smoke of lime was floating ...
Six shots and six hits!
Time was frozen at this instant, and everyone forgot to applaud, all staring blankly at the air.
"Papapapap ...!"
A burst of warm applause rang, even Carla and Caesar did not hesitate to applause, and the old John flushed with excitement, and the fat on his stomach was shaking. The eyes of Su Dafeng and Ruan Wenwu's eyes were not excited but fanatic.
miracle!
This is absolutely a miracle!
It was Caesar's turn to shoot.
"Three groups!"
Ben Caesar's expression became heavy with a relaxed look. He took a gun and carefully weighed it, took a deep breath, and the decisive shooting caused him great psychological pressure, and this broke With the rhythm of his shooting, he was prepared to increase the number of flying saucers one by one, so that he could find that shooting feeling.
In fact, playing ball requires a sense of ball, singing needs a sense of music, and shooting also requires a sense of cultivation to bring your state to its peak.
Caesar had to jump from one group to three groups, because Zhang Yang had hit all the flying saucers in the second group, and he couldn't win even if he hit them all. He had to start from the third group.
Caesar made a ready move.
UFO shot ...
"Oh!"
"Oh!"
"Oh!"
...
After a burst of intensive shooting, when the last flying saucer was hit at a distance of about 60 meters, the moment it hit the ground, everyone was relieved.
Everyone didn't want the game to end like this, even old John wanted Caesar to lose too quickly.
I have to say that Caesar's shooting this time is obviously different from the last one, because Caesar's forehead has already rolled down sweat beads.
This time with nine bullets, Caesar shot not easily!
It's turn to shoot.
Zhang Yang checked the magazine this time and added the bullets that started firing. This action puzzled everyone a bit. This is a standard US military configuration magazine. One magazine contains 30 rounds. The flying saucer is enough. No bullets needed at all.
Of course, no one knows that this is a habit developed by Zhang Yang. During the pursuit, as long as there is a gun, he will keep the magazine full at all times.
"How many groups?" The staff member asked.
"Six groups."
"Ah ... how many groups?" The staff member repeated his ears, thinking he had heard it wrong.
"Six groups!" Zhang Yang said in a word.
"Six groups ..." The staff member's mouth widened, and his face was incredible.
Suddenly, Zhang Yang's rifle was raised and aimed at the staff controlling the target.
"Oh!"
The gun went off, and the entire staff was dull. The white visor on his head was suddenly pulled into the air by a huge force. He felt the bald head cool, first a dull one, and then his clumsy body was impressive. Backed down, stepped back a few steps, and suddenly fell to the ground, looking at the black hole muzzle raised in Zhang Yang's hand with horror, his body trembling ...
The entire shooting range was caught in a weird silence, as if Zhang Yang ’s gun could be fired at anyone. Cara ’s group of bodyguards did n’t dare to touch the gun around his waist, for fear of causing publicity due to the large range of action. Misunderstanding, and Cara felt that the shirt in the suit had been soaked. For the first time, he found that he was in such a dangerous situation. If this young man wanted to kill him, he had no chance to resist at all, his gun, too Almost there, and he doesn't have as many bullets in his magazine as possible!
Caesar's blue eyes were beating with blue flames, his hands were shaking slightly, he wanted to raise his gun, but he was afraid, as if there was an invisible force in the air that controlled his mind and made him afraid to move lightly ...
"Six groups!" Zhang Yang's hand holding the rifle was like a sculpture, without moving, without any expression on his face, but this expression gave people a heavy psychological pressure.
"Six groups!" Old John growled suddenly when he saw the staff still a stupid expression.
"Ah ... yes ... six groups ..."
The staff ran up and down to the controller to work.
Zhang Yang signaled that it was time to start!
Just at the moment he signaled, Zhang Yang's thoughts were overwhelming. He felt the energy of jumping in the air, the "rustle" friction sound of the mighty wind blowing on the leaves, and the violent beating sound of a human heart.
Each pair of eyes opened wide, as if afraid to miss the moment of witnessing a miracle.
"Whizzing!"
"Whizzing!"
"Whizzing……"
Zhang Yang's thoughts have been firmly captured at the moments when the flying saucer fired the target maggots. His brain is like a high-speed computing computer. He is calculating the angle and position of each flying saucer. Even, he still Calculate which flying saucer finally landed, choose a priority shooting scheme through the best processing, and crazy calculations make the bright white skin appear a touch of red, which is extremely strange.
Six groups, eighteen flying saucers are launched in all directions at the same time ...
"Oh!"
"Oh!"
"Oh!"
...
Eighteen shots. The shots of these eighteen shots are as long as a century. People's eyes can see the flying saucers bursting in the air, and the dust is fluttering in the breeze ...
be quiet!
be quiet!
Weird quiet!
(To be continued)