I'm a boss at Marvel

Chapter 28 Shooting Competition
The captain of the bodyguard twitched slightly, and sneered loudly: "Mr. Han, I think you are afraid? Hehe, why are you bragging about Chinese Kung Fu? What's the point of Chinese Kung Fu being strong? What's the age? In front of guns, Chinese kung fu is like porcelain that breaks when you touch it! Han, you are nothing more than that! Chinese kung fu is just garbage that can't keep up with the times!"

heard.

Han Long stopped in his tracks.

"Okay. If you want to lose, I will help you."

A hundred meters away from the martial arts training ground, a gun target was erected.

Two Roxon bodyguards brought a table.

On the table, dozens of pistols were neatly stacked.

The audience below whispered.

"Strange, why are they all pistols?"

"The effective range of an ordinary pistol is only 50 meters, but the target is 100 meters away."

"At such a distance, only a real sharpshooter can hit it!"

"Hehe, you don't know, do you? The captain of the bodyguard is nicknamed the All-American gun king!"

"It seems that the captain of the bodyguard has won."

"I think so too."

Hearing everyone's discussion, Guan Xiaotong couldn't help being nervous.

"Brother Han, how is your marksmanship?" Guan Xiaotong asked cautiously.

Han Long said lightly, "I've never touched a gun before."

"What? This..." Guan Xiaotong was dumbfounded.

Guan Tianlang said with a smile: "It's okay, Mr. Han, it doesn't matter if you lose the shooting duel, after all, there is no such thing as guns in Chinese kung fu."

"Who said I would lose?" Han Long said.

"..." Guan Tianlang smiled helplessly.

Although he already admired Han Long's kung fu, he did not believe that Han Long could win against the captain of the bodyguard who was a special force before he had ever touched a gun.

Still young after all.

Guan Tianlang sighed secretly in his heart.

At this time, the captain of the bodyguard said: "Mr. Han, let's choose a gun. These pistols have passed strict tests, so there will be absolutely no problems. In addition, as a top bodyguard, if it is just shooting targets, it would be too much." It's simple. In order to make this duel more realistic, let's come up with a new way of playing. When I shoot, Mr. Han, you stand next to the target. Of course, when Mr. Han shoots, I stand next to the target Next to it. If anyone moves their feet, it will be counted as a loss! How about it? Dare you?"

The captain of the bodyguard folded his arms on his chest with an arrogant expression on his face.

This is not only a test of marksmanship, but also a test of courage!
"Yes." Han Long said calmly.

"Great." The captain of the bodyguard grinned, "Three bullets per person, and the winner will be determined by the number of rings. Mr. Han, if you are ready, let's start."

Han Long nodded, "You come first."

The captain of the bodyguard smiled contemptuously, "Alright."

The captain of the bodyguard walked to the weapon table, casually picked up a Colt M2000 pistol.

Load the magazine, pop the safety, check the sights.

The whole set of movements is as smooth as clouds and flowing water!
The audience below involuntarily let out a burst of exclamation.

They have also played with guns, but compared with the captain of the bodyguard, their tactics are like elementary school students.

The captain of the bodyguard held the pistol and said proudly: "I'm ready, Mr. Han, please stand beside the target."

"Of course, if you change your mind and want to surrender, remember to raise your hands so that I can see you."

Han Long ignored the bodyguard captain's ridicule, turned his head and walked towards the [-]-meter gun target.

"Be careful, Brother Han." Guan Xiaotong's big watery eyes were full of worry, and he covered his heart with his hands involuntarily.

Han Long also ignored Guan Xiaotong's concern.

With his hands behind his back, he walked slowly to the gun target and stood firmly.

There was a sneer on the corner of the bodyguard captain's mouth, and he raised his gun to aim.

Everyone present held their breath.

The effective range of the pistol is very short, only 50 meters.

This means that after the bullet is fired from the muzzle, it can only fly 50 meters in a straight line, and then it will fall in a parabolic trajectory.

Therefore, for the average shooter, the 10-meter target and the 30-meter target are considered normal.

For gun targets exceeding 50 meters, the gunner needs to estimate the trajectory of the ballistic.

This needs to take into account the wind speed, the speed of the bullet flight, and then mentally calculate the angle of the muzzle.

This is something only a true sharpshooter can do!
Similarly, it is also a huge test for those who stand next to the gun target.

At a position of 100 meters, it is difficult to see the angle of the muzzle and the flight trajectory of the bullet.

This kind of unknown and uncertain is precisely the most frightening thing.

The muzzle of the bodyguard captain raised slightly.

While pulling the trigger, his wrist suddenly pressed down!

boom!
Bullets are fired!

A metal spark splashed from the gun target!
Han Long didn't move at all!

On the big screen in the martial arts training ground, a gun target pattern was displayed immediately.

"Ten rings!"

"so amazing!"

"The gun target is 100 meters away, and there are people next to the gun target! The captain can still score ten rings!"

"It's too stable, it's too stable!"

"Was that a gun just now?"

"That's right! I saw it too! It's indeed a gun!"

"Anyone can use the action of pressing the gun, but if you use it at the right time, you can be regarded as the real gun king!"

"You really deserve to be the chief bodyguard of the Roxon Group! The best gun in the United States!"

The audience below applauded excitedly.

Although this kind of scene is not a hand-to-hand fight in a fighting cage, for them, it is even more exciting than fighting in a fighting cage!

"It's okay, it's okay..." Guan Xiaotong breathed a sigh of relief seeing that Han Long was fine.

At this time, the captain of the bodyguard raised his gun slightly again.

The sound of the scene stopped abruptly.

Everyone held their breath.

boom!
The second bullet is fired!
It brushed Han Long's face again!

A metallic spark flew from the target again.

The picture of the gun target was also displayed on the big screen.

"Ten rings!"

"It's ten rings again!"

"Second bullet hole right next to first bullet hole! Almost overlapping!"

"Amazing skills! Amazing skills!"

"I heard that the captain's monthly salary is eight figures. I was a little jealous of him! Now I'm not jealous at all!"

"This is a master! A real master!"

All the audience below were full of admiration, and their eyes were full of fanaticism!

Guan Tianlang sighed faintly, "Mr. Han can't win this time."

Guan Xiaotong said unconvinced: "Dad, Brother Han hasn't shot yet. Although he said that he has never touched a gun, I believe him!"

Guan Tianlang smiled bitterly, "It's not a matter of believing or not."

"The captain of the bodyguard's two shots are ten rings, and the remaining one must be ten rings."

"Such a result is equivalent to a perfect score."

"Not to mention that Mr. Han has never touched a gun, even if he can shoot ten rings, it will at most be a draw with the captain of the bodyguard."

"However, even if I lose, I don't think it's a big deal."

"After all, the other party is the chief bodyguard of the Roxon Group, the world's gun king."

"Mr. Han wouldn't be ashamed if he lost to the world gun champion."

Guan Tianlang smiled helplessly.

Guan Xiaotong nodded silently, and looked at Han Long with a pair of big eyes with concern.

In fact, she doesn't care who wins or loses, she just hopes that Mr. Han will not have any accidents.

At this time, the captain of the bodyguard raised his gun for the third time.

As long as another ten rings are played, the captain of the bodyguard will win for sure.

The scene was quiet, and everyone was waiting for the third ten ring to appear.

boom!
The third bullet is fired!
(End of this chapter)