Chapter 0127 Ninety-Eight

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Ning Zimo looked helpless and said: "Mr. Fu, I am not a prize. Whoever wins will be rewarded. What does this have to do with marksmanship in the competition?"

When Fu Peng heard it, he also felt that what he said was not right, so he hurriedly explained: "Miss Ning, I didn't mean that, I just thought that there should be a chance to fight for you!

As the saying goes, if there is no comparison, there will be no difference, I can't lose without knowing why! "

Ye Fan was not interested at all, and said, "Forget it, I don't want to compare."

"You don't know how to use a gun?" Fu Peng frowned, "Miss Ning is very accurate with marksmanship, why would you fall in love with a man who doesn't know how to use a gun?"

"I will, but I don't have to compare," Ye Fan felt a little annoyed.

Fu Peng said: "In this case, let's compare with me, if you are a man, don't be a mother-in-law, just be more straightforward!

If I win, you will leave Miss Ning. If I lose, you will never pursue Miss Ning again! How about it? "

Ning Zimo said displeased: "Master Fu, you have no right to interfere with my feelings!"

But there was a hint of teasing in Ye Fan's eyes, and he stretched out his hand to tell the woman to stop talking, "A contest between men? Interesting... Although I'm not interested in the competition, but to prove who is more manly, I'll play with you for a while." bureau."

Ye Fan felt that no matter how timid he was, he would appear too spineless, especially in front of his own women, it was still necessary to properly show his dominance.

Both Song Xinghe and Lu Jing'er had playful looks in their eyes. They both knew Fu Peng's marksmanship. As the founder of the club, they were naturally very good at shooting. Compared with some special forces, they were not far behind.

"Ye Fan, you really dare to bet. If you lose later, Boss Ning will be embarrassed," Lu Jing'er sneered.

Ye Fan turned to look at her, "Who can explain what's going on next? Didn't you just want to see a joke last time, and you ended up being a joke?"

Lu Jing'er's face turned ugly for a while, she snorted lightly, and a flash of resentment flashed in her eyes.

Losing the cooperation with LD Group made her unable to hold her head up in Lu's house, and she was reluctant to go home for several days.

Ye Fan smiled at Ning Zimo, "Ning'er, don't worry, I usually won't lose."

Ning Zimo has nothing to do with the man, but she also knows that Ye Fan seems to be casual, but he will not do things that are not sure, so he doesn't say much.

A few people came to the shooting range together.

"Three generations of Smith & Wesson, 0.45 large-caliber pistols, ten bullets per person, shooting at a distance of 50 meters, whoever has the highest total score will win." Fu Peng said the rules confidently.

Ye Fan picked up the pistol and weighed it. It was really the original, not a counterfeit. This club is indeed not simple.

"No problem, who will come first?"

Fu Peng said: "Just tell me, I can do it."

Ye Fan shrugged his shoulders, "Then I think you should fight first and watch it."

Fu Peng smiled disdainfully. He didn't care at all. He picked up the gun, loaded the bullets, opened the safety, and started shooting at a circular target fifty meters away.

"Bang bang bang..."

Fu Peng holds guns in both hands, his posture is very standard, and the frequency of shooting is just right, obviously he has practiced regularly.

After the ten rounds were fired, the electronic measurement system gave the score directly on a screen above the shooting range.

"Eighty-seven rings!"

Fu Peng yelled happily and put down his gun: "It's a pity, you met me today in good condition, which is basically close to my highest score. If you give up, I understand."

Eighty-seven rings, basically every bullet of his, at a distance of fifty meters, can hit an area the size of a palm every time.

For ordinary people, this is very difficult to do. After all, real guns have a strong reaction force, let alone a large caliber.

Ning Zimo also frowned, her marksmanship is considered pretty good in the club, but it's hard to get a score above 80 rings, so she can't help but worry about whether Ye Fan can beat Fu Peng.

Ye Fan didn't speak, he picked up the gun slowly, and loaded the bullets one by one.

He thought that Fu Peng's level was very high, but in the end he only scored more than 80 rings. He felt that if he scored too ridiculous a score, these people would definitely doubt what he did in the past.

Thinking about this, Ye Fan felt that he could almost fight...

Raise your gun and shoot.

"Bang bang bang..."

Ye Fan also held the gun in both hands, as if imitating Fu Peng, but in fact, Ye Fan's eyes were not very focused, because at this distance, he knew how to hit the target with his eyes closed.

After ten rounds were fired, Fu Peng hurriedly pressed the button for statistics.

"Eighty...eight!?" Fu Peng gritted his teeth and read out the number, unable to believe his eyes.

Ye Fan grinned, "I'm sorry, I narrowly beat you by one ring."

"You... you're lucky!" Fu Peng cursed.

Ye Fan clicked his tongue, "Could it be that you don't want to admit it?"

Fu Peng looked unwilling, but he couldn't refute, so he could only say: "Let's compete again, and we will win two out of three games!"

Ye Fan waved his hand, "It was agreed that one game will determine the outcome, but you change the rules again, I won't play with people who don't believe what they say."

"You..." When Fu Peng thought that he would not be able to chase Ning Zimo in the future, his face was full of reluctance.

Lu Jing'er on the side looked at Song Xinghe, rolled her eyes, and said, "Well, as good friends, our family Xinghe will come to compete for Fu Peng. If Xinghe wins you, the bet just now will be cancelled, and everyone will win." as if nothing had happened."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to caress Song Xinghe, and said softly: "Xinghe, you have to help Fu Peng, he is too wronged to lose."

Song Xinghe was dissatisfied with Lu Jinger's assertion, but he didn't show it too much.

Upon hearing this, Fu Peng quickly clapped his hands and said, "That's a good proposal! Ye Fan, if you don't compare with me, do you dare to compare with Mr. Song?"

"Are you going to finish this? Is it better to compare?" Ye Fan sighed, "Besides, this comparison doesn't do me any good."

Song Xinghe narrowed his eyes, thought for a while, and said: "How about this, if I win, Ye Fan, you and Fu Peng's match result will be cancelled.

If I lose, I will give you one million, and this one million will be a small gift from me as a friend to Fu Peng. "

Fu Peng laughed and patted Song Xinghe's shoulder, "Old Song, you're really interesting! That's it!"

Ye Fan couldn't help feeling strange, Song Xinghe just wanted to be compared with him so much?

"Be careful, Mr. Song's marksmanship is one of the best in the club, and he often scores more than 90," Ning Zimo reminded.

Ye Fan didn't care about these things, and said: "Since they are so sincere, let me compete again."

After loading the bullet again, Song Xinghe picked up the gun, held it with one hand, and started shooting calmly.

After ten crisp gunshots, Song Xinghe walked away without looking at it.

"I'm sorry! Old Song, you can do it! Ninety-eight rings?!" Fu Peng exclaimed: "Have you broken the record in the club!?"