Extraordinary Genius

“Kirilenko, Feng, are you all ready? Play pistol first?” The brothers also came over at this time and said out loud.

“Brother, Brother Ki wants to bet me that I can win two bullets.” Feng Yu quickly sat down on this, lest Kirilenko repent.

“You two are going to race? Take me one. Lev, why don't you join us? ”

After listening, the brothers came to rejoice. Since Kirilenko dared to say so, that must be Feng Yu's shooting scum, he thought it was better than Kirilenko's shooting, and of course he wanted to play with it.

When Feng Yu, Kirilenko and Lev all chose the same pistol, the brothers gave up their most familiar pistols and chose the same pistol as Feng Yu. Better than Lev. Better than you? Just because I play here all the time, with any pistol, it's better than you!

“Nobody comes first, I'll go first.” Kirilenko wore a noise-resistant earcup, skillfully loaded with a magazine, clicked and loaded while aiming at the target in front.

Boom, boom, boom.

After six consecutive shots, Kirilenko dropped his pistol and made a request gesture at his brother.

The brothers also loaded six bullets, Feng Yu's third, eight bullets finished, instructor Lev's last, is also six bullets.

When everyone was finished, the recorder's voice came from the corner speaker: "Six shots on 1, 50 rings, six shots on 2, 51 rings, six shots on 3, 26 rings, six shots on 4, 59 rings. ”

Wait, why are they all six-shot targets? Your sister, two shots off target!

Feng Yu felt a little hot in his face. The pistol didn't look too hard. The distance of 20 meters didn't look too far. Why couldn't he hit it? Even if you hit it, it's only a little more than four rings on average, and this score is very bad.

Feng Yu didn't think he was ready just now. How did he know that the back of the pistol was so strong? Even if he didn't hit the ceiling, it would be good.

Kirilenko looked provocatively at Feng Yu: “Feng, do you want to continue to compete? I'm a soldier too! ”

“Bee, why not? Didn't you use a pistol? I'm just not comfortable with this!” Feng Yu said hard.

What almost made Feng Yu vomit blood was that Kirilenko and the others had only five rounds loaded this time around!

Your sister, you look down on people. Although I've never played with a pistol before, I just played with you once. You're digging your own graves and sending your face to beat me up!

Well, Feng Yu lost again, although he didn't take off his target this time.

Eight rounds of bullets and only 31 rings were fired. Kirilenko and his brothers were 46 rings. Instructor Lev was even more of a heartbreaking 50 rings!

“This pistol is pointless. Change your rifle. Go out and shoot. I want to play AK-47!” Feng Yu got angry and provoked himself. He was actually beaten twice. This pistol can no longer be played.

Instructor Lev came over at this time and handed all three of them the rest of the bullets he had just left, handing them to Feng Yu: “This is your first shooting, I just didn't pay attention to it. Actually, it's not too hard to shoot at a fixed point, you're slower, you're in position. Come on, look at me in the position of holding the gun, holding it in your left hand, side of your body, arms up, don't keep shooting, you try again. ”

Feng Yu imitated Lev's posture, fired again, and shot a group. Indeed, he was able to achieve a lot of accuracy. He could reach five rings on average.

Put on another pistol, Feng Yu bang shot, felt very good, he picked up the binoculars and looked at it, this time he actually got a ten ring!

Feng Yu immediately removed the magazine: “Come on, we're better than this gun, I'm ten rings, right on target, here we are! ”

Kirilenko “…”

Brother “…”

Instructor Lev “…”

Nobody answered. Obviously, they were all cowards. Feng Yu was satisfied with the final bullet and then dumped his hand. The pistol shocked his hand quite painfully. How can he play AK with greater sitting power after a while?

Sudden protrusion ~ ~ ~

Feng Yu grabbed the trigger and didn't let go. A bullet went off and it was over.

Awesome!

When the voice of the newspaper target was finished, Feng Yu was silent again.

Nima, what's the matter? Thirty bullets, three fucking hits? Are you sure about this?

Feng Yu took the binoculars and looked at it himself. All right, the three bullets on target, the best is only the second ring!

They must have found an inaccurate gun for me. This gun must have been uncalibrated!

“Ki, no, Inspector Lev, I want to change guns with you. My gun is forbidden!” Feng Yu couldn't help but snatch instructor Lev's gun and plug his own.

Instructor Lev was helpless. You were about to shoot yourself. I thought it was God's blessing to hit three targets!

synaptic synapse

Another bullet struck out, still mostly off-target, targeting only five bullets.

They all look at Feng Yu. What excuse can you find this time?

“It's too windy. ”

Together, they looked at the flag not far away. The flag flickered on the flagpole. There was no wind at all!

“There was wind. Didn't you feel it? I almost got my hat blown off, and it just happened to stop. ”

Instructor Lev couldn't help but say: "Feng, the AK-47 has a higher back seat, which would have been less precise. You can choose to have three rounds in a row, with the muzzle pressed slightly downward, which is more accurate. ”

“Really? You didn't say so. Come on, give me your gun. I don't even want Lev's gun! ”

Kirilenko “…”

Sudden ~ ~ Sudden ~ ~ Sudden ~ ~

At last, Feng Yu only had three off-target shots. Feng Yu was very satisfied with this achievement.

Look, man, how far you've progressed, from three shots on target to three shots off target, with only three shuttles of bullets, it's genius!

If Instructor Lev knew, he would certainly be very speechless. In their place, there are three shuttle bullets and off-target bullets. He punishes each other to jump at least a hundred times with a gun frog. Such soldiers go to war and can only waste bullets!

Kirilenko and the others played after Feng Yu, they also played a shuttle. Looking at Kirilenko and his brother's achievements, Feng Yu has not lost confidence, but after looking at Lev's achievements, Feng Yu is completely speechless.

Didn't you say the AK-47 wasn't as accurate as it used to be? So you got seven rings and a lot of nine rings and ten rings?

“It's not fun to stop playing with this. Change the Mosin rifle.” Feng Yu doesn't believe it. With a scope, he can still take off his target?

Boom, boom, boom.

The bullet struck the light, Feng Yu did not wait for the target, and directly picked up the telescope to view it.

I wiped it. What happened? I just saw it all hit. How come the target paper is clean and there are no bullet holes? That's impossible!

Feng Yu shouted arrogantly. They must have stolen Feng Yu's target. Otherwise, it was only 50 meters away. Why is the target paper clean?

Instructor Lev took a look at the telescope and turned it slightly, telling Feng Yu a very unfortunate news - he hit the wrong target!