The strongest god of wealth

Chapter 263 Pretentiousness Index Max 【Subscription】

Napoleon the Great used his life to tell us a truth: kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself!

In the same way, the ancestors also said the same thing: cutting the grass does not remove the root, and the spring breeze blows and regenerates!
So this time, Ye Luo doesn't plan to give Zhang Chenghu another chance to come back, and he doesn't want to see anything like a draw again. "The effective range of a rifle is generally between 300-500 meters, so let's not engage in those hypocrisy." , The bells and whistles are gone, let's go straight to the 500-meter showdown.

But I started first with the pistol, this time I will let you first.The same thing for you: If I let you shoot first, you won't even have a chance to pull the trigger!please. "

If he hadn't seen Ye Luo's miraculous marksmanship and accuracy before, Cheng Guangquan would have completely put away the last trace of contempt in his heart. Not only that, he also regarded Ye Luo as his biggest enemy, and his fighting spirit was raging... combustion.Therefore, when the same words are given to himself, he will not feel that he is humiliating himself, but more like a taste of an expert pointing out a junior.

The target of the rifle is different from the pistol, which is only one target, but ten targets aimed at the shooting position in a fan shape, and the distance is 500 meters, no problem!
Cheng Guangquan didn't understand the reason why Ye Luo chose the domestic 95-style rifle, but he still chose Scar-H, an assault rifle known for its accuracy and specially made for special forces, without hesitation.

Different from the relaxed and freehand pistol, this time Cheng Guangquan appeared more cautious and serious, holding the gun with both hands, and took more time to aim. After waiting for more than ten minutes.

A faint breeze blew by, and Cheng Guangquan, who was concentrating on it, flashed a sharp light in front of his eyes, and instantly pulled the trigger with his right index finger!

boom!Hit the target, move the muzzle, pause for a while to aim.

boom!There was another gunshot, and the above actions were repeated again. The two actions seemed to be copied directly, exactly the same, and his eyes were as sharp as eagles.

After repeating the same movement nine times, Cheng Guangquan let out a sigh of relief before putting down the rifle in his hand. When shooting, he pays attention to one-stop shooting and concentrates on shooting. He also doesn't know what his grades are. The state this time is better than all his previous competitions, and the results will naturally not be bad.

When Cheng Guangquan finished shooting, the staff of the club had already started to quickly collect the final scores. There were special people outside the shooting range to verify the targets, and there were also staff on the shooting range directly observing the scores with binoculars. Finally, the total of the two was compared. The final score will be reported only after it is correct.

Compared to the composure of the two in the competition, the onlookers behind them "the emperor is not in a hurry and the eunuchs are in a hurry" are all looking forward to it, waiting for the final result from the staff.

"Mr. Cheng's final score is: 99 out of [-] hits, a total of [-] rings!"

As soon as the result came out, everyone in the audience was stunned, including the staff who said it. When he saw the result with a telescope, he wondered if it was a mistake. He used the walkie-talkie to confirm with the staff outside the shooting range. , finally accepted this reality.

This is already the best result since the establishment of their Pudong Shooting Club. It’s not that no one shot a 100-ring perfect score with a rifle, but at that time, they used a rifle to shoot a distance of 300 meters, and they still paused to aim for a long time before firing a shot. , and he witnessed the whole process. Cheng Guangquan's shooting process can be described as full of rhythm, and the time interval between each shot is almost the same. This is the real exaggeration!
"Hahaha! Look, look, I just said, this is the true skill of the three-time shooting champion. The pistol just now can't play to his true level!"

The first one who was overjoyed was naturally Zhang Chenghu. It was similar to the situation in the last round of pistol competition. Now Cheng Guangquan is almost invincible. Of course, it is almost, not absolutely. In theory, he can still defeat him. The possibility, that is, to score a full score of 100 rings, but is it really possible for this kind of thing to happen as a student?
Judging from Zhang Chenghu's knowledge, that is absolutely impossible!
The one who laughs till the end is the one who really laughs, who can decide the result before the last moment?
At least Cheng Guangquan didn't feel that he had the chance to win, because he had been watching Ye Luo after the shooting. Even after the staff reported the score of 99 points, the confident smile on his face was not moved at all. With such a performance, there is only one possibility left: the opponent has the confidence to beat him with a perfect score of 100 rings!
click~

The sound of loading the bullets sounded, and Ye Luo, who was carrying a domestic 95-type automatic rifle, stood on the shooting position, waiting for the staff to reposition a new target.

5 minute later.

"Sir, the target has been placed in place, and you can shoot at any time if you are ready." The staff looked at the unmoved Ye Luo and reminded him softly.

Ye Luo nodded to show that he knew, squinting his eyes slightly and looking out, he could see that the distance of 500 meters was already a small black spot in the field of vision. Without the auxiliary sight, the possibility of hitting was infinitely close to zero.

If he had changed any opponent, he might have given up on Cheng Guangquan's score of 99 points, but unfortunately, his opponent was called Ye Luo!
Just when the big guys thought that Ye Luo would become more cautious under the pressure of 99 rings, and would aim carefully to make every shot perfect, Ye Luo told them with actions: think too much!
Lifting the gun with one hand sideways, aiming in the blink of an eye, the right index finger pulled the trigger at will, as if the recoil had completely lost its strength when it met Ye Luo, and it would not affect him at all. There is no need to adjust the shooting, the tyrannical strength on the wrist is fully displayed at this moment, and the muzzle does not seem to deviate from each shot.

Between each shot, it seemed to have paused to re-aiming, and it seemed to have never stopped to shoot directly.

Because the time was too short, they stood some distance behind and couldn't see clearly, but in their eyes, Ye Luo's shooting posture was really cool, too dragging, and too hanging!

That kind of casualness, that kind of chicness, that kind of arrogance that ignores the heroes of the world, the eyes of many women present looking at Ye Luo are full of hearts, and the saliva almost drips all over the floor. This kind of boyfriend force is completely The object of bursting, I almost want to swallow it completely.

"Pfft~"

When everyone was still expecting the final results, Zhang Chenghu laughed first, and the laughter was as proud as it was, and he didn't forget to taunt and sarcasm his opponent when it was over, "Look at what this guy is doing, is he playing handsome?" ? I am so funny, I think it is impossible to win against Captain Cheng, so just give up on yourself!"

(End of this chapter)