Bang, bang, bang …
In the gambling ring, the sound of pistols firing rang out continuously.
"Number 1, 50 points. Number 2, 50 points!"
After the first round of shooting, there was no difference. All five bullets from both sides hit the bullseye.
The young man's expression was cold, his gaze unwavering.
On the other side, Feng Luo shook his head with a slight smile. Although he had hit 50 points, he still had a chance of winning.
Although he had hit 50 points, he had to admit that two of the bullets did not hit the center position. He had not used the Type-92 pistol in a long time, so his control was a little lacking.
However, the 10-point area was not completely a single point, so even if the bullets were slightly off, it was still a full score of 10 points.
The result of this round was obviously within expectations.
Bang, bang, bang …
Second round.
"Number 1, 50 points. Number 2, 50 points!"
Feng Luo nodded with satisfaction.
Although this round was also full marks, in fact, the accuracy of the data he played was much higher than in the first round in terms of accuracy.
If the target on the other side was not a virtual target, the subsequent four bullets could be said to have rushed out from the same bullet hole.
"50 points … 50 points …"
The third round ended, and both sides were still tied.
The young man's expression still did not change.
He only removed the M9's empty 15-round magazine and replaced it with a new one.
As for Feng Luo, he raised his hand and took aim.
Fifth round … 30-meter accelerated moving oblique target!
"Shh …"
The audience, who had been discussing or cheering each other, suddenly lowered their voices and held their breaths.
Moreover, Old Ivan had just failed in this round of shooting. The difficulty of shooting an oblique moving target was far more difficult than shooting horizontally or vertically.
Bang, bang, bang …
Bullets shot continuously. Clear yellow bullet casings were thrown out of the projectile window and landed on the ground at the feet of the two shooters.
"50 points, 50 points!"
On the big screen, accompanied by the electronic voice of a female voice, the result appeared.
It was still a tie!
"Oh!"
"These foreigners really have some f * cking skills!"
"Yellow people, go!"
After the results came out, many people in the audience who had been holding their breaths in silence cheered.
Although they were a little conflicted that their Gun King, Old Ivan, had been defeated by foreigners, they saw that the two people on the field had both scored full scores under such a difficult shooting environment.
Finally, most people applauded.
As a city with a Russian background, it was obvious that these people loved guns far more than the average NPC.
Even though they were repulsed by the fact that Feng Luo and Number 008 had different skin types, the exciting sequence of the match made them let go of their prejudices.
"…"
On the shooting field, the young man No. 008's unchanging gaze was slightly different at this time.
Because, although the result of this round was still a draw.
However, he knew that he had actually lost.
In this round of shooting, his last bullet was two seconds later than Feng Luo's.
Two seconds was undoubtedly a very short number. Moreover, the result of the competition only counted the accuracy, and the time was not taken into consideration!
However, the young man knew in his heart.
It seemed like a simple number, but it had already revealed some problems.
He glanced at Feng Luo, who had remained calm all this while, and his expression became solemn.
"The sixth round …"
The casino staff had already signaled for the next round to be ready.
"Wait, I want to change my gun!"
Number 008, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke in a deep voice.
"Uh, what? Sir, you want to change your gun … "
The casino staff was stunned when he heard the words.
"Change my gun? Change what gun? "
In the stands, the audience, who were very excited about this gambling fight, were also stunned when they heard the words.
In the middle of the competition, as long as the gun was not broken, almost no one would change their gun.
This was because, in the shooting of a gun, the more you shot, the hotter your hands became. Even if there was a small problem with the gun, you could completely correct it by relying on your feelings.
However, changing a gun was different. Any gun, even if it was the same model, had a slight difference in shooting. If you held it in your hands, it was very likely that there would be a problem with the first shot.
In the previous five rounds of shooting, plus the challenges of the previous ten people, this young man had used this M9 to shoot at least 200 bullets. The feel of his hands should have been extremely hot.
Why did he suddenly want to change his gun at this time?
"Mr. Annan, are you sure?"
The casino staff asked with some uncertainty.
"Yes!"
The young man nodded expressionlessly.
"Okay, please come with me!"
After confirming, the casino staff's face returned to a smile and led the young man to the gunnery room.
"Change gun?"
"As expected, the weapon he usually uses is not a pistol!"
"To be able to display such marksmanship with a gun that is not really his main weapon … This player's mastery of his main gun is probably not below Death Roar!"
Feng Luo did not change his gun. Instead, he looked at the figure of the young man leaving.
These NPCs did not understand, but Feng Luo had long since observed this young man's subconscious movements.
He saw a piece of information.
The pistol was not the main weapon of the young man 008.
As for his main weapon, it should be …
"A sniper rifle!"
"Am I seeing things? Isn't that a sniper rifle?"
"Damn, isn't he sick in the head? Although a sniper rifle is indeed more accurate in fixed-point shooting, the last round was all about shooting moving targets. "
"But the latter part is all about shooting moving targets. In comparison, it's definitely easier to shoot with a pistol. Using a sniper rifle to hit a target, this is definitely something that makes people feel that it's funny! "
In the stands, many White City residents and tourist NPCs all looked puzzled.
Some people even mocked him.
Of course, Feng Luo did not mock them.
However, what was very surprising was …
When Feng Luo saw the style of the sniper rifle in the young player's hands, his eyes narrowed slightly.
Then, his gaze carefully swept over the face of the examinee 008. Finally, his expression became a little strange.
The young player 008 clearly did not notice his expression.
Instead, his face was still expressionless like before. He carried the sniper rifle with some camouflage stripes and walked to the shooting platform.
Then, he raised the rifle and took a slight aim.
"Okay, let's begin!"
His voice was slightly hoarse, with a sense of indifference.
In the seventh round, the shooting difficulty increased again!
Not only did the distance of the target increase to a position of 40 meters, but the target's movement speed also doubled.
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