In America, many people looked down on yellow-skinned people and looked down on the weak Chinese people. Mo Henian, on the other hand, was respected by these people because of his fiery temper and playful cowboy personality.
Although Doug was trash-talking to Mo Henian and talking about Mo Henian's antique gun, he did not look down on Mo Henian. At least when he spoke to him, he maintained the attitude of being on equal footing. If it was not for the fact that he could not handle it, Doug might even call Mo Henian his brother!
This was rare! Because Doug only recognized Mo Henian as an yellow-skinned person. When he saw Yang Yi, he did not even look at this young yellow-skinned person. Before he analyzed the situation rationally, he already did not take Yang Yi seriously.
When Yang Yi and Craven were preparing for the second round of the competition, Doug was still teasing Mo Henian, saying that he was too cowardly to find a young boy to replace him!
Behind them, Nelson and the few old men were also discussing when they saw Yang Yi replacing Mo Henian.
"He asked his son-in-law to fight. Could it be that he has some hidden trump card?"
"Yang is not bad. I like this young man! I hope he can win back my Flaming Cloud! "
"What do you mean by your Flaming Cloud! We don't know if he can win or not. I've never seen him fight a flying saucer before. He was just asking about the rules. "
"Why did Mo ask him to fight Craven? Craven is not that strong. For this kind of double-directional flying saucer, he can only hit two out of five. If Mo went himself, he might have a higher chance of winning! "An old man said doubtfully.
Nelson's gaze fell on Mo Henian who was frowning at Yang Yi. He guessed, "Mo probably wants to take care of his son-in-law. It's the first time a young man fights a flying saucer. Giving him a weak opponent will save him from losing too badly …"
Nelson did not know that he had guessed part of Mo Henian's thoughts correctly.
Yang Yi did not know either. Although his father-in-law was usually fierce, he was still thinking about him in his heart.
If Mo Henian was stubborn, he definitely wouldn't be willing to let Yang Yi have Kraven, an opponent that he had a higher chance of winning. However, winning or losing the competition was not important. No matter how valuable an antique gun was, it was only about a hundred thousand dollars. Mo Henian did not want to dampen Yang Yi's enthusiasm. He also wanted to believe in Yang Yi.
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"Get ready!" the referee shouted from the sidelines.
Unlike Mo Henian and Dao Ge, Yang Yi, who was the first to shoot, did not hold the gun in a standard horizontal position. The butt of the gun was close to his armpit so that he could fire against his shoulder at any time. Yang Yi did not have this habit. He held the gun in a relaxed manner, and the muzzle was tilted downward. He stood straight and looked in the direction of the target throwing machine in the middle of the field.
Two flying saucers were quietly thrown out. At this moment, Yang Yi's eyes became sharp. In an instant, he was ready to shoot. He placed the butt of the gun against his shoulder and pulled the trigger.
Bang, bang!
First shot, muzzle flick, second shot …
His posture was very handsome!
However, there was no pink powder in the air. It was a little awkward. He missed both shots …
"Young man, I'll teach you how to use a gun!" Craven, who replaced him, seemed to think that Yang Yi was a rookie. He proudly fired two shots and actually hit one of them!
This was indeed a pleasant surprise for the fat white Kraven, whose marksmanship wasn't too accurate.
"Sigh! Craven's luck is too good! "the old men said regretfully.
"Yang Yi is in a bit of trouble." Nelson looked at Yang Yi worriedly.
"It's your turn!" Kraven chuckled as he walked past Yang Yi.
Yang Yi did not talk trash. He stood calmly at the side. Just now, he almost hit the target. It was just that he missed by a little. Especially the first shot, he could feel that the range of the bullet was very close to hitting the flying saucer.
This shotgun was a shotgun after all. The recoil was very strong. It was Yang Yi's first time coming into contact with a shotgun in this world. He had not gotten used to it yet. The recoil from the first shot also affected the speed of his second shot. The muzzle had already turned, but the firing was a little slower.
Luckily, the two shots just now allowed Yang Yi to understand the situation of the gun and know how to adjust it.
Of course, he could find an excuse for not hitting the target. However, Yang Yi was still a little unhappy. He was an assassin in his previous life. In this life, he was still a Special Forces soldier. It was too embarrassing for him to fall behind a normal person!
This time, Yang Yi would not allow himself to miss again!
Yang Yi was still standing with the gun in his hand. His expression was a little serious. However, at this time, a familiar shout came from behind him. "Come on, don't be nervous. You can do it!"
Yang Yi was stunned. He turned around and looked at Mo Henian, who was smiling and clenching his fist.
His father-in-law was actually cheering him on!
Yang Yi nodded lightly.
When he turned his head back, he became even more spirited, and his eyes became especially stern. This time, Yang Yi was really serious.
"Fire!"
The two flying saucers flew out in different directions and at different angles.
Yang Yi's gaze was firmly fixed on them. He also raised his gun in an instant.
"Bang bang!"
Two balls of pink powder exploded in the air.
Yang Yi, on the other hand, only glanced at it lightly. He casually opened the chamber and threw away the two cartridges. Then, he turned around and walked back to Mo Henian's side. This series of movements was extremely natural and unrestrained!
"Oh!" Only then did the old men react and exclaim in surprise.
Nelson also exclaimed with a face full of surprise, "Perfect! It was a perfect hit! "
On the other side, Doug and the others were dumbfounded. They were dumbstruck and could not believe their eyes.
The commotion here also attracted the attention of some customers and even a few coaches. They came over and asked curiously.
"This young man, he hit the double flying saucer perfectly just now!" An old man excitedly introduced to the onlookers.
"Really? That's amazing! "
It was not easy to hit two flying saucers at once. In the shooting range, one might only see it once every few days. Even these few old men had never been so "lucky" before.
Therefore, everyone was discussing and waiting expectantly for Yang Yi's next shot.
As for Craven, this guy was under a lot of pressure. His two shots had missed, and he had been ignored by everyone.
On Yang Yi's side, he did not see the old master's surprised expression. Perhaps Mo Henian was still a little reserved, but the old master nodded somewhat arrogantly and pretended not to care as he commented, "Not bad, keep up the good work!"
Then keep up the good work!
The third time, Yang Yi hit the two flying saucers steadily.
Two balls of pink powder exploded in the air like two blooming flowers. The onlookers were amazed.
"Who is this young man? He's so strong! "
"Two perfect hits in a row. This is not luck!"
"Let's see if he can hit again next time."
After the shot, the onlookers began to discuss again.
Craven still missed in this round. He was under too much pressure. After the shot, he regretfully shook his head. He knew his own level. First, he helplessly looked at Doug. Then, he carried his shotgun and shook hands with Yang Yi, taking the initiative to admit defeat.
"Child, you're very strong! Really strong! " Craven shrugged and said, "There's no need for the next two rounds. I can't be like you and hit two perfect hits in a row."
"You're very strong too. You gave me a lot of pressure." Yang Yi politely said.
However, the onlookers were not happy. "Finish the shot! Craven, if you don't want to shoot, let this kid finish. We still want to see his amazing performance! "
"It's okay, we still have one more round!" Doug came out to smooth things over. He pointed at Stewart and said, "Stewart will fight with him later."
Stewart smiled bitterly at the side. He had indeed hit a perfect shot a few days ago, but that was just luck. Now, looking at Yang Yi's shooting posture and speed, he knew that he had encountered an expert and didn't have much of a chance of winning.
However, cowboys would never back down so easily. Steward wasn't as gutless as that fatty Craven. He clenched his teeth and finished five sets of shooting with Yang Yi.
There was no suspense in the result. Stewart hit four flying saucers. He did not create a miracle.
On the other hand, Yang Yi shot five sets of shots. Four of them were perfect hits. One set had a small mistake and only hit one target. Mistakes were very normal. Even Olympic athletes would not dare to say that they could hit a flying saucer with every shot.
Even so, this frightening hit rate was enough to make the spectators mesmerized.
Two pink flowers bloomed in the air consecutively. It was too shocking!
"The only pity is that Yang's opponent is not strong enough. Stewart is like a baby in front of him! He's being abused too badly! " Nelson laughed. Now, his heart was filled with pride. It was as if he was Yang Yi's father-in-law who had won the competition instead of Mo Henian!
"Hehe! Doug is going to die of depression. He lost his car this time! "An old man rubbed his fists." Burning Clouds! I want to borrow it first. Don't fight with me. "
On Yang Yi's side, he handed the shotgun to Mo Henian. At this moment, he saw Mo Henian's gratified expression. Although the old man did not know how to express his approval of his son-in-law, his expression and attitude had changed greatly.
"Not bad!" Mo Henian patted Yang Yi's shoulder affectionately.
At this time, Doug shook his head and walked over with his car keys.
"Mo, my sports car is yours!" Doug was more generous. He threw the keys to Mo Henian and looked at Yang Yi with a smile. He asked Mo Henian, "But I have a question. You have to tell me, who is this son-in-law of yours? He's so good with guns! Is he an athlete from the Chinese national team? "
"No, he's not an athlete! Haha, Yang Yi, tell him where you're from! "Mo Henian said proudly in front of Doug Ge.
Doug Ge looked at Yang Yi.
Where did he come from? This question was worth considering.
Yang Yi put away the smile on his face. He puffed out his chest, put his legs together, and gave a military salute. He said to Doug Ge with a serious face, "Sir, I'm a retired soldier from the People's XXX Army of China!"
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