The three newly arrived old men were also the farm owners of this grassland town. The one with the cigar in his mouth was called Doug, and he owned the largest farm in the town. The one on his left was called Craven, and his farm mainly grew fruits. Of course, it was also the area closest to the forest. The one on his right was called Stewart, and other than owning a farm, he also had other cattle and sheep businesses.
Stewart and a good friend of Mo Henian's could be considered competitors, so they were egging each other on. Although they were talking and laughing, it was still a little tense.
Yang Yi handed the rifle in his hand to the shooting range manager and went over to watch the show.
When Yang Yi came over, the hot-tempered and easily provoked Mo Henian had already discussed with the other party. The old man was twisting his arms and preparing himself.
"Gentlemen, what's the situation?" Yang Yi whispered to the others.
Nelson, who owned the bar, smiled and said, "Mo accepted their bet. Do you see those target throwing machines? Later, two targets will be thrown out each time. Each round will be thrown five times, and it will be three rounds. Whoever wins the most will be the winner! "
"Double-directional flying saucers, that's a big bet. I don't think anyone can hit two targets at once, right?" An old man beside him shook his head.
"Stewart hit it before. It happened last week. I don't know if it's true or not. Anyway, I've never seen him hit it before. If it's true, then this guy is really lucky!" Another old man said.
"It's okay, your father-in-law won't lose out in terms of the bet!" Nelson patted Yang Yi's shoulder and said excitedly, "Your father-in-law bet an antique gun, but Doug bet his favorite sports car. In terms of price, Doug bet twice as much!"
"Doug's car is beautiful!" An old man beside him was drooling. "That color, that streamlined body, it's like a burning cloud."
"You can't trap a wolf without risking your child! If Mo can win, we can borrow it to drive in the future! Doug is a stingy guy, but Mo is much more generous! "
Yang Yi interrupted their daydreaming and asked anxiously, "Hey, Nelson, how are we going to compete in this competition? Doug's side seems to have all three of them going up. Is my father-in-law going to do it himself? "
"There are three rounds and they'll take turns. Actually, their marksmanship is about the same. It's just for fun," Nielsen explained. "Mo can send someone else but he wants to compete by himself."
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While they were talking, Mo Henian had already checked his hunting rifle. He had a bag of bullets on his waist and even took off his sunglasses. He walked valiantly to the edge of the outdoor field and looked provocatively at Doug, who was walking up with a cigar in his mouth. "Doug, it's not too late for you to regret it now!"
"Hehe, the one who will regret it is you!" Doug Ge held the cigar between his fingers. A bodyguard beside him brought over a shelf and placed it on top. Then, he took out his own double-barreled shotgun and loaded it with two shotgun shells.
The two childish old men spat at each other for a while until the coach at the side of the field shouted for them to get ready. Only then did they seriously hold the shotguns in their hands.
The first shot was fired by Doug Ge. Two flying saucers flew out of the target trench. Their distance, height, and direction were all different. Doug Ge fired two consecutive shots. The first shot hit one of the flying saucers, causing a cloud of pink powder to explode in the air. The second shot missed.
Yang Yi watched from behind. He had a rough idea of what was going on.
With Doug Ge's slow reaction speed, it was impossible for him to hit the second flying saucer. After he fired the first shot, the second shot was hurried and did not hit the second flying saucer.
Flying saucer shooting used shotgun shells. The flying saucer target could fly a distance of about seventy meters, but the bullet's optimal hit distance was less than half. Therefore, one's reaction speed had to be fast. One had to shoot the flying saucer within a few tenths of a second to not let the flying saucer get too far away!
Yang Yi had never played this game in his previous life. However, he had watched competitions on TV and knew how to play this game.
However, even though Doug Ge's skill level seemed amateur to Yang Yi, Nielsen said worriedly, "Doug Ge, your hands are pretty good today! You hit it on the first shot! "
Yang Yi was stunned and looked at them.
"It seems like they were playing just now. They must have practiced for a while!" An old man beside him said, "These guys must know that Mo hasn't practiced!"
As he spoke, Mo Henian fired his first shot.
Bang bang!
Only the sound of gunshots was heard. There was no movement.
"Mo, looks like you can't do it! Are you going to lose your Remington to me? "
"Bullsh * t! That was just a mistake! I'll show you how I hit a double yolk later! "
The two of them started to trash talk again. Mo Henian was not at a disadvantage at all.
Of course, Yang Yi also knew that it was impossible for his father-in-law to hit two targets at the same time with his reaction speed unless he was blindly guessing.
Both of them still had four shots to shoot. Doug Ge missed the next shot. He was probably a little excited. Mo Henian still could not hit the target. On the third shot, Mo Henian finally hit a shot. However, Doug Ge also hit it.
"Not good! Doug Ge has a good feel today! "An old man muttered.
Yang Yi was anxious as he watched from the side. He hoped that his father-in-law could put in more effort. Winning or losing was not important. He could not lose his dignity!
However, Mo Henian missed the fourth shot. Doug Ge still hit a flying saucer steadily.
"Hehe, Mo! You've already lost! "Doug Ge smiled proudly.
"Who said I've lost?" Mo Henian said angrily, "There's still one more round. If I can hit two flying saucers, I'll be able to catch up. It'll be a tie!"
"That's impossible!"
"Let's wait and see!"
It was indeed impossible. Mo Henian could not hit two multi-directional flying saucers! Although Doug Ge didn't hit the flying saucer in this round, Mo Henian still didn't hit a single shot. He was too impatient and missed his first shot. He didn't follow up with his second shot. He lost this round.
"Don't be anxious. Haha, you still have two more chances to turn the tables!" Old Dao Ge was also a childish ghost. He smugly patted Mo Henian's shoulder. Seeing Mo Henian's displeased expression, he felt very refreshed in his heart.
It seemed that the shotgun that he had been eyeing for a long time could be lured over!
Mo Henian was indeed unhappy. Losing 3: 1 was a little too much. However, the old man did not break down. When he came back, he bragged to Nielsen and the other old men, "It's okay! It's okay! I didn't feel good in that round. I'll definitely win the next round! "
However, Yang Yi could see that his father-in-law was anxious. While he waited for the manager to change the target, he kept clenching his fist or wiping the shotgun in his hand.
"Dad, why don't you let me go? You might feel a little cold today, but I feel very hot! " Yang Yi went over and whispered to Mo Henian in Chinese with a smile, "I'll fight the next two rounds for you. I guarantee you'll win!"
"You? You've played with this thing before? " Mo Henian looked at Yang Yi suspiciously. If Yang Yi had performed well in the previous round, he could still understand that Yang Yi had been in the army before and had some foundation.
However, he did not think that Yang Yi had practiced flying saucer shooting when he was in the army. Which army was still equipped with shotguns? It seemed that other than some troops in the United States, there was no other country that used a shotgun that had a short range and could easily injure their own people.
Yang Yi lied through his teeth, "There is. I have a friend in China who runs this shooting range in Magic City. I've played with him before. I'm not bragging to you, but I'm really talented in this."
Mo Henian was skeptical. However, his son-in-law volunteered to share the burden with him. Mo Henian felt warm in his heart. In addition, he did not feel good today and was not confident. Therefore, he did not insist and nodded lightly.
"Doug Ge, my son-in-law will compete in the next round for me," Mo Henian said to Doug Ge and the rest with his arm around Yang Yi's shoulder and his head held high.
"Your son-in-law?" Doug Ge had not officially met this Asian young man beside Mo Henian. However, he did not think that Yang Yi could be that good. He laughed proudly, "Haha, sure. Any one of you can go!"
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