Happy Little Mayor

Wang Bo's marksmanship is estimated to be the best in the audience. No one can match him here.

Therefore, Ye Qipeng said that it was a bit deceiving. He was clearly trying to force Wang Bo to refuse.

But Wang Bo didn't believe in evil. He reached out and drew his gun and said, "Everything Ye said is right, but we are all superiors. We can't do a lot of things by ourselves, we must find a helper."

Ye Qipeng smiled slyly and said, "This is not a comparison between us, what's the point?"

Wang Bo said, "Why isn't our test? It's still us who fired, but we can find a helper to give pointers or other help. They can't hold the gun, what?"

His words made Ye Qipeng and Assistant Lang both interested. They looked at each other with the same confusion on their faces.

Even though the combination of the two men is a rare adversary in the world's agricultural and food industry, Wang Bo's tactics are still unclear at this moment.

There is no doubt that Wang Bo's marksmanship is horrible. If he was asked to shoot, no matter how he instructed, Ye Qipeng would not believe that he could be pointed at him, even if someone took his hand and fired him.

Wang Bo asked: "General President Ye, you are too hesitant. Take out your courage when you bought India South Asia Grain Transport Group. Should you compare it?"

Ye Qipeng said happily: "I don't need to provoke me. I have a challenge. I really want to see your countermeasures. If you can meet a high-level shooter who can turn a stone into gold, it is worth it even if you lose."

Wang Bo laughed: "Very well, who is your assistant?"

Ye Qipeng considered it: "I asked your special forces instructor to be an assistant. First of all, he must do everything he can to help me."

Wang Bo said: "Here you can rest assured, Uncle Bing, help him, now you are his lieutenant on the battlefield, use everything you have to help him win!"

Bing Shuli is saluting: "Yes, boss!"

"What about your assistant?" Ye Qipeng asked curiously, and others were watching him curiously.

Wang Bo smiled slightly, then raised his head, whistled hard, and waved his hand.

There is always a black dot circling in the air. When he saw his waving motion, the black dot suddenly became large and painted as a black shadow. It took almost one second to fall, and changed from a black shadow to a god. Eagle owl.

The brave offspring of the hunting owl and the peregrine falcon, the king of the sky in the sunset town, Xiao Meng!

"This is my assistant!" Wang Bo smugly said.

Ye Qipeng took a breath and said, "You are cheating!"

He guessed Wang Bo's tactics, which is really a foolproof tactic.

Needless to say, Wang Bo called Xiaomeng down in order to let it peck down the frisbee released by the frisbee machine before firing. If Xiao Meng threw the frisbee in front of him, wouldn't he shoot with confidence?

Uncle Bing shook his head: "Mr. Ye, do n’t worry, the landing of the frisbee means that he failed, and if the frisbee does not land, then in order to avoid hurting the puppet, you must throw the frisbee from the air, and I know about the head's marksmanship. Then he may not be able to shoot. "

Ye Qipeng thought for a while and laughed: "Okay, thank you for reminding me, so bet!"

Wang Bo asked him to start first. Uncle Bing suggested that he use the two-line mode. The two Frisbees are fired one after the other, and the frequency is slowed down: "This can maintain your continuity. The single-shot shooting mode easily leads to problems with cold hands and visual dislocation."

Ye Qipeng's face was somber. After all, this betting deal involved a first-class business, and he had to be serious.

After considering it, he agreed with Uncle Bing's suggestion and extended Hou Haibo's index and middle fingers: "Two consecutive shots, the frequency difference is two seconds."

When everything was ready, Hou Haibo adjusted the firing frequency of the frisbee machine. When Ye Qipeng nodded, the frisbee machine made a crisp sound, and a frisbee was thrown out obliquely upward.

Ye Qipeng did not shoot directly, but waited until it reached the top of the arc. According to the laws of physics, when the flying disc reached the top of the arc, there would be a momentary stagnation before landing.

At that opportunity, he shot immediately: "Bang!"

The frisbee turns into powder.

At this time, the second frisbee just shot out. After the same operation, this frisbee was also broken.

Rare applause rang, and Li Xing patted Wang Bo's shoulder and said, "How are you here? He is a connoisseur, and the gun was better than he was just now."

Wang Bo smiled, "Rest assured, I have music."

"Bang Bang Bang"

After a series of firings, ten frisbees were successively beaten, only the seventh frisbee was not hit, and the other nine were broken.

When Ye Qipeng closed his gun, Uncle Bing applauded, "Pretty, Mr. Ye, you can participate in the Olympic frisbee shooting competition."

Ye Qipeng waved his hand: "Thank you for the compliment, Benjamin, but let's not say that our shooting distance is closer than the official competition, let's say the number of shots, ten UFOs are a little too small."

What he was telling the truth is that in the Olympic Games there are flying saucer multi-directional shooting competitions. During the competition, the longest distance of the flying target is 75 meters, the flying time is 4 to 5 seconds, and the best shot distance for shotguns is within 35 meters.

Therefore, the shooter must complete the strike within 15 to 2 o meters from the target. That is to say, the shooter must complete a series of movements such as shooting, aiming, and striking within 4 to 6 seconds. It is conceivable.

It was Wang Bo's turn to play. He pointed at the frisbee and showed Xiaomeng, and then pulled the open pocket. This was the action he used to train Xiaomeng, which meant to catch the prey that was only shown to him.

After looking at it once, Xiao Meng spread his wings and flew up. Ye Qipeng and Assistant Lang looked at each other next to each other: "Is this bird a divine bird? Do you understand the meaning of such a move?"

"Don't worry about President Ye, Mayor Wang needs to be in Shiquan Middle School, it's too difficult."

Xiao Meng flew up, Wang Bo shouted to Hou Haibo: "Single throw, listen to me at intervals, ok, first, start."

The flying disc machine was running, and a flying disc spun out and spun out.

When Xiaomeng saw the frisbee, he flew up with a shake of his wings, and opened his claws to grasp the frisbee precisely.

Then it flew, Wang Bo looked at Ye Qipeng with a bright smile, and raised his shotgun with one hand.

"Slum!" Ye Qipeng's eyes fluttered, and he couldn't help saying a word of a country he would never say in public.

Xiaomeng flew over and placed the oblate frisbee flat on the muzzle. Wang Bo chose a double-barreled shotgun with a large muzzle diameter. As long as he adjusted with Xiaomeng, the frisbee was safely placed on it.

When Wang Bo whistled, Xiao Meng let go of the frisbee and dived down, and at the same time Wang Bo also shot: "Bang!"

Frisbee is also reduced to powder

Ye Qipeng and Assistant Lang were stunned. They reacted after Wang Bo shot two Frisbees in succession: "This is also OK ?!"

(To be continued.)

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