Chapter 127 (2/2)

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?”