Rebirth Merchant: Wonderful Space Hunting for Military Officer

In an informal training ground, especially a place for such a young man to play, it is a good result to be able to hit the seventh ring, and seventy points for ten bullets is already the level of a low-ranking soldier.

Song Ye, who was familiar with all this information, finally understood why Bai Zhibin was suddenly so confident.

However, she looked up at the ruthless boy who was standing there quietly loading bullets and checking the spring, but there was no worry on her face.

"If you have time to talk nonsense, why don't you take a good look at it, how can I break your record." Xu Zihang's voice fell, and he quickly raised the gun in his hand and aimed at the target fifty meters away. It only took three seconds. With a bang, the first shot was fired.

Afterwards, he quickly released the second shot, his brows tensed and he quickly entered a state of preparation. He didn't even breathe much, and every muscle in his body reached the best shooting state.

When the young man reacted, cursed in a hurry, and fired the first shot, Xu Zihang's fifth bullet had already been fired.

Song Ye's training has always been to focus on actual combat. Such fixed-point targets actually don't have much meaning for practice, and it is impossible for the enemy to stand still and let you fight, so she shoots at the young man. Speed ​​requirements are high.

Bang bang bang... In the five consecutive shots that followed, Xu Zihang didn't pause at all. It wasn't until the last shot was fired that he put down the gun in his hand, removed the magazine inside, and after checking the equipment, he stood calmly. next to.

The young man next door was worthy of the third shot. The difference in speed made the young man more nervous and frowned. He had to take a deep breath to overcome the pressure and not let his hands tremble. The head has been lost.

The entire first game ended, and everyone present was silent until the youth's results, the sixty-seventh ring, were announced on the big screen.

"Good job!" Bai Zhibin was the first to stand up, his face flushed with blue veins. He stepped forward and patted the young man on the shoulder, "Although not at the best level, it is enough to kill many newbies in seconds." He could rely on them to get his medicine stone back. In this battle, we can only win but not lose.

"Hehe, Master Bai, we will naturally do our best for your business." The young man wiped the sweat from his palms, thankful that he didn't mess up the place because of his nervousness.

But then another screen lit up, and everyone couldn't help but look up together, but they were instantly shocked by the scores above.

"Eighty-six rings...Impossible..." Bai Zhibin stared at the number, feeling that his brain was buzzing, and he couldn't hear other sounds for a long time.

Surrounded by exclamations, looking at the gun target that the system moved closer to, there are actually several guns within ten rings at the densely close to the key position.

"In the first game, you lost." Song Ye stood on the side, and declared the victory of the game with a cool tone, "Kuanzi, it's your turn next."

She personally taught people how marksmanship is, and she knows best in her heart.

But Bai Zhibin didn't know. He had already lost a game, and he couldn't lose any more. "Next game, I'll go."

He gritted his teeth and stepped forward to stand in the shooting position. A group of young people behind him began to praise and shout, "Bai Shao, crush them with your 85th ring score and let them see what a sharpshooter is."

Eighty-five rings, one less than Xu Zihang just now, but this is enough to make Bai Zhibin a sharpshooter in this club. Although the result that time was somewhat lucky, after that, he will never be able to break the record again. , but he didn't think that Wang Tiechuan in front of him was as powerful as Xu Zihang.

He is just a bum from the countryside, he can't have more experience with guns than him, and no matter how lucky he is, he can't get a high score.

He took it for granted that Xu Zihang was the best gunslinger in the team, so there was no pressure in the current game. After adjusting the guns, he aimed and shot at almost the same time as Wang Tiechuan.

Bang Bang Bang... Although Wang Tiechuan was slightly faster in terms of speed, Bai Zhibin was disdainful.

Idiot, what you shoot for is accuracy, not speed, you will cry when you hit an empty target later.

Thinking like this, Bai Zhibin concentrated and maintained his rhythm until the end of the second round, when his score was displayed on the top of the screen.

Eighty-two rings.

At the moment when the applause sounded behind him, he raised the corner of his mouth and looked at Song Ye with a cold expression on the side, "Boy, I'll play another game later, don't hold your things and refuse to give them back to me." That meant, he Clearly already felt he was going to win.

After all, it is very rare for an amateur to score such a score.

Suddenly, the cheers around him stopped abruptly, and everything became quiet.

Bai Zhibin was suspicious. Just as he was about to ask something, he saw that Song Ye's cold face slowly curved up, like the cold moonlight on the horizon, beautiful but without a trace of temperature.

With a sudden thud in his heart, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the screen above Wang Tiechuan.

Eighty-nine rings.

Bai Zhibin staggered back and took a step back, his face that was full of confidence just now was full of surprise.

Are these people brought by Song Ye all monsters?

"You have already lost." The winner of the first two games is the winner, and there is no need to continue the third game. Song Yeyun announced the result calmly, not happy or proud, as if everything was for that reason of course.

However, this confidence crushed Bai Zhibin's self-esteem. He gritted his teeth and watched the medicine stone fall into Song Ye's hands. His heart was full of unwillingness. As his mind changed rapidly, he had an idea and stood still. Footsteps, and suddenly said: "The game is a matter of the two of us. From start to finish, you haven't even played a game. This is obviously unfair."

Song Ye just put the agreement in his pocket, and when he heard the words, he glanced at him lightly, "So what?"

Being a little frightened by the sight, Bai Zhibin's breath paused, but he continued to bite the bullet and continued: "If you have the ability, come down and compete with me. Whoever wins is the master of the medicine stone, dare you?"

"Hmph, you are fooling yourself. You clearly said that you won two games in a row. Song Ye has already won two games. Why do you want to overturn the previous results?" Wang Qianqian also rushed out to defend Song Ye, who was Bai Zhibin. He started to provoke them first, and it was still cheap to win him a piece of medicine, and now he has gone back on his word.

"So what, the previous ones don't count. He doesn't play, so that doesn't count as a game." Bai Zhibin also seriously disregarded his face and played a rogue, so angry that Wang Qianqian wanted to scratch him.

Song Ye went straight to the firearms stand and picked up a pistol, "Okay, let's decide the outcome in one round."