Sister, you miss me

Yang Feng led two guns and four magazines, and followed Chen Long to the indoor shooting range.

Under Chen Long's demonstration, he put on earmuffs and goggles, and raised his gun to aim at a fixed human head target.

The sudden momentum caused Chen Long to breathe, Yang Feng still looked very chic while holding the gun, and the hand holding the gun was not shaking, which met the most stringent standards of the gunman.

Chen Long rubbed his eyes and waited and see.

Bang Bang... The gunshots were loud.

Yang Feng shot out fifteen bullets in one breath, and a pile of bullet casings on the ground did not even hit a single shot.

When Chen Long was stunned, Yang Feng picked up the Desert Eagle and pulled the trigger frequently like 007.

Seven bullets were all shot out, the magazine was empty, and one shot was still missing.

Chen Long looked at Yang Feng with some sympathy, and said in a low voice: "Brother Feng, you don't seem to be suitable for playing guns. Should we take a look at cold weapons?"

At some point, Fatty Liang also quietly paced behind him, and he was somewhat curious about the young man who was sent by the boss himself.

Yang Feng changed the magazine for the Type 92, raised his pistol, staring directly at the target, suddenly his wrist flipped, and the sound of gunfire broke again.

Fifteen shells were thrown out one by one, but none of them hit.

Chen Long couldn't bear to look at it anymore. He shot 37 rounds one after another, but one didn't hit the target. This kind of performance was so terrible that it was beyond description.

Fatty Liang shook his head and smiled: "Brother Feng, right? Shooting also requires talent."

"Let the target move." Yang Feng said calmly.

"What?" Chen Long and Liang Fatty said in unison, looking at Yang Feng in surprise.

"I said let the target move." Yang Feng repeated, his voice a bit louder, but still calm enough..

"I can't hit the one who doesn't move, but still move?" Fatty Liang muttered softly.

Chen Long frowned and scolded: "Do as Brother Feng said!"

Fatty Liang was reluctant, but he still turned on the switch, and several heads and targets appeared in the entire space.

Yang Feng stood still for more than a minute, suddenly holding the gun with both hands and pulling the trigger, "Da Da", fine-tune the muzzle "Da Da", followed the target again, "Da Da", and finally "Da".

The bullet was out.

Seven bullets fired in an instant. Fatty Liang shook his head and checked the results. When he saw the first man's head target, his face changed. Then he moved Roshan to check the second one, and the third trot over.

Then, he looked at the last target with a fluke, and he was slightly relieved. When there were only seven bullets, his face was ugly.

"Dalong, come and see."

When Chen Long saw it, his expression changed greatly: "Brother Feng, you..."

Fatty Liang's eyes widened, and he couldn't help shaking his head, and sighed: "Double-shot fast shooter. Genius! This is called doubletup in the world. However, people who can hit doubles with sand eagles are rare in the world."

"Brother Feng, you are always so unexpected. Could it be that you are only suitable for sand eagles."

Fatty Liang ran back to the gun cabinet excitedly, and came over with a bunch of guns, "Domestic 92, Beretta, Glock, Colt, Ruger, M1911, CZ831, Tokarev, come, Feng Ge, Try both."

Yang Feng tried it all, with more than 200 bullets hitting, basically referring to where to hit.

Fatty Liang took off the bottom of the wine bottle, pulled out the greasy white shirt and wiped it off, while exclaiming incoherently: "What a gift, what a gift!"

After getting familiar with all the pistols, Chen Long led them into the cold weapon showroom.

The cold weapon was either light to see people, or black could not reflect a trace of light, and at first glance attracted Yang Feng's triangulated army thorn.

Chen Long said: "This is used by the people's soldiers. It has three blades and three blood tanks. It made the enemy frightened during the Vietnam War."

Yang Feng put down his army thorns and looked at them one by one. What came into view were short and powerful weapons. He said that daggers were more suitable, and most of them had saw teeth.

Chen Long explained that these are all multi-functional, including fighting knives, paratrooper blades, and military daggers of the SEALs and the Marines.

In addition to close combat, there are also some long-range attacks, mainly bows and crossbows.

Yang Feng is no stranger to bows. There are long bows and compound bows here.

As for the crossbow, he touched it for the first time.

At a glance, he picked up a crossbow, looking like he couldn't put it down.

"This is just an ordinary crossbow, why not try it?" Chen Long said.

"it is good."

Chen Long took ten carbon arrows.

Yang Feng stood thirty meters away, with a hundred shots and a red heart.

Before Chen Long could comment, he heard Hong Tian's hearty laugh.

"Haha, I heard that there is a sharpshooter, let me see."

He heard his voice before seeing him.

The next moment, Hong Tian walked in, accompanied by Liang Fatty.

"Mr. Hong." Chen Long said.

"Uncle Hong." Yang Feng handed the crossbow to Chen Long and walked towards Hong Tian.

"Xiao Feng, Fatty Liang told me that your marksmanship reached the world level, is it true?"

"Brother Liang praised."

"What's wrong, Dalong can testify." Fatty Liang said excitedly.

Chen Long raised his index finger: "Eight words can be described, astonished as heaven and human, and astonished."

Hong Tian laughed and stared at Yang Feng suddenly: "Xiao Feng, you shot so well, have you ever killed anyone?"

"Killed."

Hong Tian was taken aback for a moment: "What gun and how did it kill?"

"June 4 revolver police gun, a headshot from close range."

Fatty Liang swallowed his saliva, and said to his heart that it is no wonder that this kid's hand holding the gun remained motionless. It turned out that he had killed someone and had seen blood.

Chen Long's heart moved, he naturally heard his sister mention that it was Yang Feng who shot and killed his sister and saved the kidnapped sister.

"Okay, that's great, uncle believes it, come, play with the bow with uncle, and let uncle test your arm strength."

"It is better to be respectful than fate."

Fatty Liang wanted the compound bow, but Hong Tian stopped him: "Take an eighty-pound recurve bow."

Fatty Liang took a big bow and a box of carbon arrows, and Hong Tian snatched it: "I'll come first."

After talking, both feet left front and right back, holding the bow in one hand and pulling the strings with the other.

Hong Tian didn't shoot an arrow, only opened a full bow.

Even so, it seemed to be particularly strenuous, and his face flushed and his arms trembled as soon as he was full.

"Uncle Hong, you..."

Halfway through Yang Feng's words, Hong Tian's face was flushed with a strange flush, he raised his head and spouted a mouthful of blood, then fell straight back.

"Mr. Hong."

"Uncle Hong."

Yang Feng quickly hugged it with his eyes, and slowly put it down, supporting his head with one hand and pressing the veins with the other.

When Yang Feng explored, he was taken aback. As expected, Hong Tian's body was already empty to the extreme.

Fatty Chen Long and Fatty Liang looked at him nervously. He was calm and pinched Hong Tian. Before long, Hong Tian woke up quietly.

"Mr. Hong, you are okay, you scared me to death." Fatty Liang took off his glasses and wiped his tears.

"It's getting old, it's useless!" Hong Tian said quietly, his voice revealing the infinite sadness of the martyrs in their twilight years.

"No!" Yang Feng's eyes were red.

"Help me up."

Yang Feng held his back and supported Hong Tian to sit up. He looked at Hong Tian with frosty beard and hair, and said with earnest heart: "Uncle Hong, you have to take care of your body."

"What's wrong with me? Did you eat the three-whip soup in the dog's stomach?" Hong Tian laughed at himself.

"Get up and talk." Yang Feng helped Hongtian up and let him sit on a chair. Then he said, "Tonic must be prescribed the right medicine, and science must be emphasized. Is there a long-lived emperor with ginseng and velvet antler?"

"I never thought about a long life, as long as I have quality every day."

Yang Feng turned to look at Chen Long: "Come here today, and send Uncle Hong back to rest with me."

"No need to go to the hospital?" Fatty Liang said anxiously.

Hong Tian shook his head and pointed at Yang Feng: "My nephew is a national player, I believe him."

The three got on the Hummer, Chen Long drove, Yang Feng accompanied Hong Tian behind.

Yang Feng said: "Would you like to call Dadong?"

"No need!" After a pause, Hong Tian said: "Wait when you get home, call him one and let him come back."

"it is good."

...

Causeway Bay Hospital.Hong Lin Ward.

As soon as Hong Xin entered the door, Hong Yuan said: "How about it, is it a silver pewter tip?"

Hong Xin shook her head and smiled bitterly: "Don't mention it, I was scolded by Dady."

Hong Xing smiled and said, "What's the matter? You think you are eating without permission?"

"Where! It's like this." Hong Xin said, Hong Yuan and Hong Xing looked at each other.

After a long silence, Hong Yuan said: "It's not the Raptors but Jiang. It seems that there are really two things, not afraid of wine, not good, Hong Xing, you can try his skills."

"Yes."

"What are you talking about?" Hong Dandong opened the door and walked into the ward with a bunch of carnations.

"Dadong is here?" Hong Lin wanted to stand up.

"Don't move, keep it well, I just come and have a look." Hong Dandong put the carnations in the vase.

"Thank you."

"Thank you, brother, and say this. It's too far-fetched." Hong Dandong patted Hong Lin on the shoulder: "Get well soon, I will ask you to drink the northeast and burn the knife."

Although he knew that Hong Dandong was joking, Hong Lin's stomach still spasm.Psychological shadows act directly on physiology.

"Haha, don't be afraid, take care of it, and see you another day, let's go." Hong Dandong waved his hand and walked out of the ward.

Hong Yuan chased it out: "Dadong, have a chat."

"Okay."

The two were lying on the railing at the end of the aisle, one smoking a cigarette.

Hong Yuan took a deep breath of smoke, and two thick plumes of smoke spurted out of his nostrils. He said in a deep voice, "Dadong, I am the first child adopted by Daddy. I am not as good as my parents. As heavy as a mountain, I have been thinking about how to repay the most."

Hong Dandong frowned, with a weird expression on his face: "Brother, you don't need to tell me these words of loyalty. It's a waste of saliva. If you have a chance, talk to my father."

Hong Yuan said: "I was adopted by Dai Di at the age of ten. There was no you at that time. These years, your eldest brother watched you grow up."

"Brother, why are you so sensational today, what are you trying to say?"

"A hundred years from Daddy, this huge family business should be left to you. Our brothers and sisters will escort you to make the company bigger and stronger. Heishui is nothing but let it go bankrupt."

"Thank you, brother."

"It should be." Hong Yuan flicked away his cigarette butt coolly, and said, "Dadong, did Dai Di tell you anything alone?"

"what?"

"Let's put it this way, how does he treat Yang Feng?"

"It's better than to me. It's boring to let me learn from him all day."

"Is this normal?"

"Normal, Feng Ge is the orphan of Dad brother, orphan, very poor, Feng Ge is handsome, very good in all aspects, and... anyway, I am very convinced by him."

"It's one thing to admire, it's another to be friends."

"Big brother, I don't like your way of speaking. Half of the talk, the other half let people guess. Isn't it tired? If you have something to say, I will leave." Hong Dandong made a move.