I'm the big president

Thirty bullets are all ten rings, a total of three hundred rings. This is an automatic rifle. Thirty ten rings go down in one shuttle. The best sharpshooter in the army does not have this ability. Is it luck?A series of explosions in character?Liu Meng's heart was full of doubts, and even more unbelievable.

bang bang bang-

Qin Yang picked up the M1911 pistol and fired it at the target. One magazine finished eight rounds, seven ten rings, one nine rings, another monster-like result.

"Brother Qin, are you sure you've never played with a gun before?"

Liu Meng was so shocked that he was numb, he gulped and finally asked a question.

Qin Yang smiled faintly, and shook his head: "I've never played it before. It's hard to say talent. When you hold a gun in your hand, you feel like you want to shoot it."

Liu Meng sighed softly, and said, "Brother, this talent is too ruthless, it doesn't matter if you practice spear or not."

Qin Yang changed the magazine for the pistol, and said with a smile, "I like this feeling." After speaking, he aimed the gun at the target and pulled the trigger, only to hear a burst of bang bang, and the electronically synthesized sound began to report to the target.

"Ten rings, ten rings, ten rings, ten rings...eighty rings!"

Liu Meng was completely speechless, he couldn't complain anymore, he rolled his eyes and stopped talking.

Qin Yang put down the gun, reached out for a bottle of mineral water, unscrewed the cap and took a few sips until someone walked into the shooting range.

Three men and one woman walked into the shooting range. Two white men and one black man walked into the shooting range. They were all powerful masters. The woman was a brown man with thick eyebrows and big eyes and a dreadlock. It was late autumn and the temperature during the day It has reached single digits, but these three are all wearing short sleeves, with various patterns tattooed on their exposed skin, and their muscles are stretched high and high like iron bumps, which is not a good thing at first glance.

All four of them were carrying guns and ammunition. No need to ask, they all knew that they were here to play with guns and shoot targets, but there were only four target positions in the shooting range, and two white men each occupied one target position, leaving only the last target position, the woman with dirty braids Occupying a target position, the big black man walked up to Qin Yang with guns and ammunition in his arms, and without speaking, he grinned and smirked at him. Showing a mouthful of ragged big yellow teeth.

Qin Yang frowned, turned his head away and grabbed the M16 in front of him to replace it with a new magazine to continue shooting. He still had several magazines, so he didn't mean to give way. The biggest advantage of playing this kind of gun is that the back seat The force is completely negligible, so you don't have to worry about the soreness of your shoulder blades when you shoot a target.

Da da da--

After playing one shuttle, ten fifth rings, ten nine rings, five zero rings, five fourth rings, average results, Qin Yang didn't feel that there was anything wrong, and Liu Meng, who was standing behind him, felt relieved. With a sigh of relief, the evildoer finally returned to the category of normal people.

"My friend, hold Shen Qiang's hand to death!"

Standing aside, the big black man seemed to be dismissive of Qin Yang's grades, and slapped himself on the chest to cheer himself up. He spoke jerky Chinese, and his oral ability was barely at the level of a small kindergarten class.

Qin Yang changed the magazine, turned his head to look at him, and said slowly: "I'm sorry, I don't know Shen Qiang, and there's no need to shake hands with him." After speaking, he turned his head and pointed the gun at the target. , he seems to have found the feeling of playing with a gun, and he can hit a good hit rate even without the small Ka.

"My friend, you can't shoot guns with guns, you can't hold a gun, you can steam it, you can hold a gun..."

Hei Da is a chatterbox, commonly known as broken mouth, this guy stands beside Qin Yang and talks non-stop, constantly torturing his auditory nerves with jerky Chinese.

After 10 minutes, Qin Yang finally reached the limit, raised his hand and said, "OK, OK, I won't play anymore, I will give you the seat." After speaking, he just picked up the gun and turned around to leave. It was too tortured, so let's continue playing He doubted that he would bang his head against the wall.

Seeing Qin Yang leaving, the big black man couldn't wait to hold the gun and get on the target. He turned his head to look at the two people who had left in a hurry, grinned and said to himself in a low voice, "Little boy, just give up your seat, don't you?" Well, waste my saliva!" This guy's Chinese level improved instantly, and he jumped directly from the kindergarten class to the junior high school graduate.

Liu Meng took Qin Yang to the weapons room to hand over the guns, and went to the lounge to wait for Liang Jinghong and others to finish the game. There were tea, wine and music in the lounge, and there was also a private room that could provide professional massage and foot bath, which could relieve the stress on the body after the game to the greatest extent. causing discomfort.

Next to the root carving tea table, there is a waiter who is responsible for making tea. As soon as the two of them sit on the wooden pier in front of the tea table, the fragrant tea will be delivered to them. Take a sip of it, and your mouth will be filled with saliva. The effect of this tea is really good to quench your thirst.

"Brother Qin, those four foreigners just now should be foreign aid invited by wealthy players. You can tell at a glance that they are masters who have received special training."

Liu Meng took a sip from his teacup, and the topic naturally shifted to the four foreigners he met not long ago.

Qin Yang curled his lips, and said with a gloomy expression, "A master? That idiot doesn't need a gun to kill people, and his mouth alone can annoy people to death."

Liu Meng chuckled, and said, "The old black has a round shark tattoo on his arm, which should be the most common tattoo of the Delta Commandos."

"Delta Commando? It seems to be an anti-terrorist special force?" Qin Yang frowned, and said, "Even if this kind of professional soldier retires, he won't be mixed up like this, right? Going out of the country to help others in games is not a shame. Son!"

Liu Meng said with a smile: "That's because you don't understand foreign aid in games. Gods like Mr. Liang and the others need to play games with a lot of money. Just this amount of money is wealth that many people can't earn in ten lifetimes. The money a soldier makes on a trip is considerable."

"Oh? And this."

Qin Yang had never been in contact with live-action field games before, and he didn't even know that there were foreign players in the game. Hearing Liu Meng's words, he probably understood that the dare-to-love live-action field game was regarded as a game tool by those gods. It can not only exercise but also You can make a small profit, rich people really know how to play.

"Hahaha!" A burst of hearty laughter came from the gate, and Liang Jinghong, who was wearing a camouflage uniform, walked over quickly, stepped forward and sat down beside Qin Yang, took a cup of tea and drank it cleanly in one gulp. With a smile on his lips, he said, "Brother, how long have you been here?"

Qin Yang smiled faintly, and said, "It's been a while, Mengzi took me to shoot the target."

Liang Jinghong put down the empty cup and asked excitedly, "Are you interested in forming a team with my brother?"

Qin Yang nodded and said with a smile: "Okay, I haven't played a live-action field game before, so I just have a chance to experience it."

Liang Jinghong patted his chest, and said confidently: "Don't worry, brother will take you to play. Today, brother's team has killed four consecutive times, so far it is still undefeated."

Liu Meng smiled, and said: "Brother Qin's marksmanship is really not a cover, an automatic rifle can shoot the effect of a sniper rifle."

"Really?" Liang Jinghong's eyes lit up, and he asked with great interest, "Tell me, what's going on?"