Chapter 597

After proposing to compare marksmanship with Qin Zhao first, Blanco immediately took out his phone and whispered a few words.

Not long after, seven or eight manor bodyguards in black suits surrounded Gu Han and came out of the house. Two of the bodyguards carried two electronic gun targets on their shoulders. After nodding in this direction, they strode towards the lawn.

The lawn of Kailinsi's house is so big that the two bodyguards only walked a fraction of the distance after they ran more than a hundred meters away with their guns on their shoulders.

"What they installed is a wireless electronic gun target. The terminal sensor is connected to the maintenance handheld computer in Mr. Guhan's hand, so you don't have to worry because you can't see the bullet holes on the gun target. I think you are familiar with these. Oh , By the way, what kind of gun are you most used to?" Blanco asked Qin Zhao: "If it's a pistol, I think it's fine here. Of course, you can choose a sniper rifle, but in that case we have to go to the back golf course."

A pistol is not a rifle, and its range is not very far. Generally, the effective range is about two hundred meters. And the lawn of Kailinsi's house is so big, if you want to compare pistols, you can do it for a long time, so Blanco asked Qin Zhao what kind of gun to compare.

"I think I'll use a pistol, at least I don't have to run back. I'm short on time, and I still have a lot to do after the competition with you." After greeting Gu Han who was standing among the bodyguards, Qin Zhaoyi The face doesn't matter.

Blanco sneered and didn't say anything, just took out a Desert Eagle from his waist: "I'm used to using this gun, you can tell me what you choose, and I'll arrange it for you."

"No need, I will use whatever gun you use, which saves time and avoids changing it back and forth."

The Desert Eagle was released by RI in 1980, the prototype gun was completed in 1981, and the final design was at Israel Military Industries (II). Its sturdy appearance and firing power cannot be controlled by anyone, which cannot be replaced by those small and exquisite combat pistols. Compared with other automatic pistols, its biggest feature is that it adopts the principle of air-guided unlocking and the locking mechanism of the bolt. The principle of latch-up is simply unbearable.

Therefore, Asians who are thinner than Europeans and Americans rarely like to use this kind of pistol as their own weapon.

That's great, since it's your choice, don't blame me if you lose. Blanco sneered inwardly when Qin Zhao said that he would also use the Desert Eagle: With your small physique, I want to see if you can play with this gun.

After checking the distance with his right hand and his thumb up, Blanco signaled the bodyguards to carry the target and continue to retreat until they were 200 meters away. Then he put his hand down and said without looking back: "Now The distance is about two hundred meters, do you think this distance will affect your marksmanship?"

"You do what you want, don't worry about mine." Qin Zhao took out a cigarette and lit it: "If you can do it, I can do it too."

"Okay, then let's each shoot a magazine, and each shoot a target. Would you like to come first?" Blanco weighed the Desert Eagle with an empty gun weighing two kilograms in his hand, and took out another one. The magazine was thrown to Qin Zhao: "There are seven bullets in it, until it is empty."

"The rule of our Huaxia people is that the guest does as he pleases, and the shooting range is up to you, so you come first." Qin Zhao stretched out his hand to grab the magazine, and turned it carelessly in his hand.

"Well, I also know that you Huaxia people are very particular about respect and obedience." After Blanco said something expressionless, he turned around and looked at the gun target two hundred meters away and waved the gun in his hand, signaling the two to continue. Step aside.

The morning sun shone on Blanco's back. He was holding the gun tightly with both hands, his legs were slightly spread apart on the ground, and he was looking at the gun target on the far left without moving.

Except for Qin Zhao, everyone looked at Blanco, and couldn't help being attracted by the calmness on his body. Even Zhan Zhao, who had been hiding in the room, had a little sweat on his palms. Don't look at Zhan Zhao's self-confidence in front of Kailins just now, except that she saw Qin Zhao and others doing it at the seaside of Qing Island, the rest of her praises for Qin are all hearsay. To be honest, when she heard that Blanco was an instructor of the Special Forces, she also had no idea.

"Xiao Zhao, this gun looks very heavy." Kailinsi licked his lips and reminded Qin Zhao softly.

Pa... Before Qin Zhao could say anything, the gun in Blanco's hand rang out.

Kailins hurriedly took a step back covering her ears. She could see the lawn far away from here. The bullet fired by Blanco hit the target and bounced off again. The bullet hit the ground, and then another bullet hit the target. hit on it. The whole rhythm is controlled in an orderly manner, giving people a dazzling beauty.

As the instructor of the British SAS special forces, he definitely has a few brushes under him, which can be seen from the fact that Blanco paused for less than a second after firing a shot before pulling the trigger again. Seven crisp gunshots rang out in succession, startling a large group of birds in the woods in the distance, and they all flew into the distance with their beaks screaming strangely, as if they were scolding Blanco: You are crazy, so Come early to disturb the bird's clear dream!

The gunpowder smoke filled the air, and the smoke cleared away. After a while, Nuoda's manor still seemed to be recalling the crisp gunshots.

The two bodyguards who were squatting not far from the gun target immediately stood up and ran to the gun target after Blanco lowered his arms. One of them carefully looked at the bullets on the ground, and then ran towards this side at a trot: "Branco Mr. Ranko, all seven of your shots hit the bullseye!"

The bodyguard ran over panting, pointed at the palmtop computer in his hand, and watched Qin Zhao report to Blanco with pride, as if he had fired the shots.

Blanco smiled slightly. He was very proud but his face was quite calm. He ejected the empty magazine and handed the gun to Qin Zhao with the handle turned upside down: "Mr. Qin, it's up to you next."

Qin Zhao smiled at the bodyguard who deliberately showed Blanco's marksmanship to him, took the gun and loaded it with bullets.

"Xiao Zhao, I think it's better for you to change your gun..." Kailinsi looked at Qin Zhao's not-so-big hand holding the Desert Eagle, which is definitely the king of pistols, and couldn't help but uttered a little worried Reminding him to change the gun, but before her words fell completely, she saw Qin Zhao, who was facing her with his back to the target, suddenly turned around, and raised his right hand briskly, almost without audible pause Gunshots rang out.

clap clap...

The golden shells fell on the lawn one by one, drawing an uninterrupted parabola in the sunlight. The guns in the distance were trembling uncontrollably, and the faint sunlight hurt Blanco's eyes.

Gunshots, stop.

Then Qin Zhao blew lightly on the muzzle of the gun, and then threw the gun at Blanco.

"Fire, finished?" Kailins, who was taken a step back by Qin Zhao's sudden shooting action, saw him return the gun to Blanco before he fully recovered. He stared blankly at the bullet casings on the ground for a moment, then raised his head and asked with disbelief, "Why didn't I see you aiming?"

"Do you have to aim with your eyes when shooting?" Qin Zhao clapped his hands and praised Blanco: "Desert Eagle is indeed strong enough, and it is very enjoyable to fight."

If he doesn't do this, he can shoot and hit the bull's-eye, right? A sense of tension that has never been felt before. After Blanco took the gun, he didn't answer Qin Zhao's words, but just looked at the target in the distance with cold eyes.

After the echo of the gunfire gradually dissipated, another bodyguard walked over here. There was still a long distance from the bodyguard, and Blanco saw him looking down at the computer in his hand while looking back at the electronic gun target.

"Mr. Qin, all of your seven shots hit the bull's-eye just like Mr. Blanco." The bodyguard who came over first glanced at Blanco with a cold face, and then reported his message to Qin Zhao in an admiring tone. score. Although they didn't like this Chinese man very much in their hearts, the honesty of the Europeans and the idea of ​​worshiping the strong made him choose to tell the truth.

Blanco used to have a short aiming process before shooting. When shooting, the interval between each bullet was less than one second, but this seemingly inconspicuous aiming and interval, if placed on the battlefield , but can change a person's fate. To be honest, Blanco's marksmanship is very high, but compared to someone who turns around and shoots in one go, it is clear at a glance who is superior and who is inferior, without any explanation from others.

After listening to the result from the bodyguards, Blanco looked at the Desert Eagle in his hand, and remained silent for a while, until Gu Han was surrounded by the bodyguards, and then he raised his head and said to Qin Zhao: "This time, it's me. lost."

"Wow! Qin Zhao, you are amazing! I love you so much!" Hearing that Blanco, who had always been proud, guarded his grandfather and confessed defeat to his lover, the happy Kailins jumped up and hugged him around his neck. After kissing hard on the cheek, in the eyes of Gu Han who blamed 'this was not done by a lady', he stuck out his tongue and smiled sarcastically and stopped talking.

I can have such a result, it is thanks to that girl Suning, if she hadn't forced me to practice those boring shooting movements in the dark room, I am afraid that I would be the one who is ashamed today. Qin Zhao just smiled noncommittally at Blanco's attitude of guarding the old man and admitting defeat to himself, but he didn't say anything such as, "In fact, everyone hit the bull's-eye with seven shots, and this time there is no winner or loser." ' kind words.

If you win, you win. If you win and be humble, it's not saving face for others, but pretending to be coercive.

Qin Zhao has always been someone who doesn't like to pretend to be aggressive, so he accepted Blanco's sincere convincing, and just said: "There will be fighting next, if I lose, you will still win."