Chapter 127

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Ning Zimo looked helpless and said: "pay childe, I'm not a prize. Whoever wins will be rewarded. What does this have to do with the shooting skills of the competition?".

On hearing this, Fu Peng also felt that what he had said was not quite right. He quickly explained: "Miss Ning, I don't mean that. I just think that there should be a chance to fight for you!

As the saying goes, if there is no comparison, there will be no high or low level. I can't lose without knowing it! "

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

"You can't use a gun?" Fu Peng frowned. "Miss Ning is very accurate in shooting. How can you like a man who can't use a gun?"

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

Fu Peng said: "in this case, let's have a competition with me. If it's a man, don't be so fussy, just a little bit!

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

Ning purple Mo displeased way: "pay childe, you have no right to interfere with my feelings!"

But ye fan's eyes flashed a trace of banter. He reached out and asked the woman not to speak, "the contest between men? Interesting Although I'm not interested in the game, I'll play a game with you to prove who is more than a man

Ye Fan felt that he would be too spineless to flinch, especially in front of his own women. It was necessary to show his dominance properly.

Song Xinghe and LV Jinger have a funny look in their eyes. They all know Fu Peng's shooting skills. As the founder of the club, they are very good at shooting, which is no less than that of some special forces.

"Ye Fan, you really dare to bet. If you lose later, boss Ning will be embarrassed," Lu Jinger sneered.

Ye Fan looked back at her and said, "what's next, who can make it clear? Didn't you want to see a joke last time, but you became a joke yourself? "

Lu jing'er looked ugly for a while and snorted, and anger flashed in her eyes.

The loss of LD group cooperation this matter, let her in the LV family is also unable to raise her head, many days are not willing to go home to live.

Ye Fan smiles at Ning Zimo, "Ning'er, don't worry, I won't lose in general."

Ning purple Mo take man no way, but she also knows that Ye Fan seems casual, but will not do things that are not sure, and will not say more.

Several people come to the shooting range.

"Smith Wilson three generations, 0.45 large caliber pistol, 10 bullets per person, 50 meter range shooting, who is higher in the total score, will win," Fu Peng said confidently.

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

"No problem, who will come first?"

Fu Peng said, "you can say it, I can do it.".

Ye Fan shrugged his shoulders, "then I see you fight first, and have a look.".

Fu Peng laughed scornfully. He didn't care at all. He picked up the gun, loaded the bullet, opened the insurance, and started shooting at a ring target 50 meters away.

"BAM Bang Bang..."

Fu Peng holds a gun in both hands. His posture is very standard and his shooting frequency is just right. Obviously, he has regular practice.

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

"Eighty seven rings!"

Fu Peng called out happily and put down his gun: "unfortunately, you are in good condition when you meet me today. This is basically close to my highest score. If you give up, I understand.".

Eighty seven rings, basically every bullet he fired, could hit an area the size of his hand at a distance of 50 meters.

This is very difficult for ordinary people. After all, the reaction force of the real gun is very strong, not to mention the large caliber.

Ning Zimo is also frowning, her shooting skills in the club is very good, but the score above 80 rings is also very rare, can not help worrying about whether the fan can be better than Fu Peng.

Ye Fan did not speak, slowly picked up the gun, one by one loaded bullets.

He also thought that Fu Peng's level was very high, and he had only played more than 80 rings. He felt that if he made an unreasonable achievement, these people would doubted what he had done in the past.

Thinking about this, Ye Fan thinks that he can almost fight

Raise your gun. Shoot.

"BAM Bang Bang..."

Ye Fan also holds the gun in both hands, as if learning from Fu Peng. But in fact, Ye Fan's eyes are not very concentrated. Because of this distance, he knows how to hit the target with his eyes closed.

After ten rounds, Fu Peng quickly went to press the statistics button.

"Eighty Eight! " Fu Peng clenched his teeth and read out the numbers. He couldn't believe his eyes.

Ye Fan grinned, "I'm sorry, I nearly beat you.".

"You You're lucky in shit Fu Peng cursed.

Ye Fan tut mouth, "say, you don't admit it?"Fu Peng's face was unwilling, but it was not easy to refute. He could only say, "let's have another match, and win two games in three games."

Ye Fan waved his hand, "said a game will win, you change the rules, I don't play with people who break their word.".

"You..." As soon as Fu Peng thought that he couldn't chase Ning Zimo again, he would not give up.

Lu Jinger looked at Song Xinghe, her eyes turned and said, "well, as a good friend, Xinghe of our family will compete for Fu Peng. If Xinghe wins you, the bet just now will be cancelled. It's all as if nothing happened.".

Then he reached out and stroked song Xinghe, and said in a tender voice, "Xinghe, you have to help Fu Peng. He lost too unjustly.".

Song Xinghe was dissatisfied with LV Jinger's idea of being good at writing, but he didn't show much.

On hearing this, Fu Peng clapped his hands and said, "this proposal is good! Ye Fan, don't you compare with me, dare you compare with general manager song? "

"Are you finished? Even more than that? " Ye Fan sighed: "besides, it's not good for me.".

Song Xinghe squinted, considered for a moment, and said, "well, if I win, Ye Fan, you and Fu Peng's competition will be cancelled.

If I lose, I will give you one million yuan, which will be regarded as a small gift from me as a friend to pay Peng. "

Fu Peng laughed and patted song Xinghe on the shoulder, "old song, you are really interesting! It's settled! "

Ye fan can't help but wonder that song Xinghe hopes to compete with him?

"You can be careful, song Zong's shooting skill is one of the best in the club and often scores more than 90 points", Ning Zimo reminds him.

Ye Fan didn't care about these things, and said, "since they are so sincere, I'll have another match.".

Loaded again, song Xinghe picked up the gun, one hand, calmly began to shoot.

After ten shots, song Xinghe walked away without looking.

"My trough! Lao song, you can! 98 rings? " Fu Peng exclaimed, "have you broken the record in the club?"

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