king of los angeles

Chapter 447 448. Barrett

"Barrett? God, can you see that kind of weapon here?"

When he arrived at the barren mountain shooting range, Lin Feng was attracted by Ramon's appetizers.

And the appetizer this guy gave everyone was actually a handful of Barrett!

With Ramon leading them, they were given a green light all the way inside, and everyone put on protective measures and leather gloves.

Obviously, not everyone will be lucky enough to see this powerful military weapon.

Because this type of sniper rifle is labeled as an anti-material weapon, not just a sniper rifle.Can destroy commercial aircraft, penetrate ordinary armored vehicles and so on.

Lin Feng saw a hunting video of this guy on the Internet, a poor wild boar's head almost became a big hole, and because of the recoil, the wild boar's body was thrown several meters away.

But now, a gleaming M82 was placed in front of Lin Feng.

This thing has been included in the ban list by many states in the United States, and private ownership of a Barrett is not allowed.The same is true in Ohio, except that due to the convenience of the Ramon family company, they can have a good time on the barren hills of Stoll.

A professional-looking uncle came to help everyone get the gun quickly.

Lin Feng felt excited, he liked these things.On the court, the blood is surging, and off the court, he is also willing to do some exciting things instead of fishing all day long.

"I used it to blow up a scrap car, and the scene was so spectacular, it was like detonating a nuclear bomb."

The uncle said with a smile, a little exaggerated, but the scene must be as dazzling as a movie.

"We're going to be on the news tonight, haha." Lin Feng picked up the gun and weighed it in his hand, it was very heavy and full of feeling.

"Gary, how about we shoot the ball to decide who puts an apple on their head and stand 500 meters away?"

Kuzma's idea is bold, but no one thinks he's joking.

Lin Feng felt that if Kuzma lost, he would put an apple on his head without hesitation, run 500 meters away, and then waved his arms to tell everyone that it was time to shoot.

Hart has played at an indoor shooting range, so he basically knows how to operate it.

Yingge played with black humor, "When I was a child, I often heard the sound of gun battles outside at night, maybe this guy was involved in it."

Ramon grabbed the walkie-talkie from the car, "Have fun with my friends!"

Not long after, a pickup truck drove to an open area 800 meters ahead of them.

The two men jumped out of the car, placed two gas tanks on the table in the open space, and waved towards them.

"Cool, this is much more exciting than playing basketball."

Lin Feng immediately imagined what he would see next, using Barrett to hit the gas tank?Haha, they might be the funniest guys in all of Oklahoma!
"To be honest, I hate James Harden. He played in the Thunder, but at that time he didn't rush to the basket and make fouls frequently. Now he is disgusting, right?"

Ramon chatted about basketball. It's normal for a kid from a rich family like him to have a little hobby, otherwise he would be bored lying on banknotes every day.

Lin Feng gave him a high five, "If you hate that guy, then we are friends, the same feeling."

In fact, it is Hart who hates Harden the most on the Lakers. Last season, the two teams played against each other four times. Hart scored 16 fouls and was sent off twice with six free throws. The efficiency is very high.

Lin Feng planned to be the first "early adopter". He sat down on the table and turned on Barrett's scope, and he could see the pickup truck 800 meters away.

Two huge gas tanks are about to be sent to the sky by him!

"What do you think will happen?" Hart stood beside him with his arms folded.

Yingge smiled and said, "The flames are soaring into the sky, just like the Terminator."

Kuzma's thinking is different from ordinary people. He thinks that Lin Fengfeng, who touched the gun for the first time, can't find the sight, and the two gas tanks will be safe.

"No, no, I don't think anything will happen. After the bang, we will be confused and wonder where this guy sent the bullet?"

Lin Feng smiled, "Kyle, you should know that my ability is not limited to the basketball court."

Kuzma patted him on the shoulder, "Dude, this is not a basketball court where you can fly to the sky, I bet you will get nothing."

"Then, bet?"

"I'll pay for the bar tonight! Even if you opened a bottle of French wine from the last century!"

Lin Feng liked Kuzma's curiosity very much, and Hart and Yingge also appreciated it, so they both bet on Lin Feng.

"If Gary doesn't hit, I'm willing to share the cost of tonight's drinks with him."

"Count me in, man."

Yingge also stood behind Lin Feng, and the three of them seemed to have reached an agreement.

Lin Feng spread his hands, "All of this is their free choice, and I didn't buy it in advance."

Kuzma shrugged. "Okay, okay, it looks like I'm going to drink expensive wine for free tonight."

Ku Shao suddenly saw Ramon, "What about you? My brother."

Ramon smiled stupidly. Originally, he was just watching, but he didn't expect to be involved in the internal gambling game of the Lakers.

"I watched Gary play, and it was like seeing a second Michael Jordan, honestly, so you know where I'd go, man."

Ramon looked embarrassed, and then stood behind Lin Feng.

Kuzma wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in, "Great brother, I should have stabbed all your TTs at the University of Utah!"

The uncle at the shooting range wanted to appease Kyle, so he stood by him, "Okay little brother, I know you need care and warmth, and I choose to support your judgment."

Kuzma immediately gave the uncle a hug, "The eyes of middle-aged people are always more accurate than those of young people, let's wait and see!"

Nice chat, no?
Ramon smiled and waved towards the pickup, and a guy whistled with a penetrating voice.

The two people over there fixed the two gas tanks, and then Lin Feng found them "smoking" from the scope.

"What are they doing? Why is there smoke?" Lin Feng mistakenly thought he had pulled the trigger.

The uncle smiled, "That's a Molotov cocktail, in order to ensure the visual effect. If the bullet you shoot just pierces the gas tank without any intuitive performance, isn't it very boring?"

The two men in the distance put the smoking Molotov cocktail on the table to ensure that if the gas tank was shot through, if the gas tank did not explode immediately, the leaked gas would also explode when it met the open flame.

This is a passionate game specially designed by the firearms experts at the Barren Mountain Shooting Range.

"Clip, only one bullet, take your chance, lad."

The uncle handed him the magazine, and only put one bullet in it to ensure safety.

A bullet thicker than a thumb weighed heavily in Lin Feng's hands.

Snaps into the gun body with a thick sound.

Lin Feng supported the gun with his shoulder, and put all his attention into the scope.

His heart was beating so hard that he could even hear his own breathing.

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