Eight Hundred and Forty-Five, I Want to Change the Gun!

"Bang bang bang..."

In the gun arena, the sound of pistol shooting rang out in succession.

"No. 1 is 50 rings, No. 2 is 50 rings!"

After the first round of shooting, there was no gap, and all five bullets from both sides hit the bull's-eye.

The young man's face was cold, his gaze didn't fluctuate in any way.

On the other side, Feng Luo smiled slightly and shook his head, because although he scored 50 rings!

But I have to say, in fact, the two bullets just now didn't hit the center completely. I haven't used the 92-type pistol for a long time, and my grasping power is a bit lacking.

However, the area of ​​the 10th ring is not completely just a point, so even if the bullet is slightly off, it is still a full score of the 10th ring.

The outcome of this game was obviously expected.

"Bang bang bang..."

second round.

"No. 1 is 50 rings, No. 2 is 50 rings!"

Feng Luo nodded in satisfaction.

Although this round was also a perfect score, the data he played was actually much higher than the first round in terms of accuracy.

If the target on the opposite side is not a virtual target, the next four bullets can be said to have almost rushed out of the same bullet hole.

"Fifty rings... 50 rings..."

At the end of the third round, the two sides are still tied

The young man's expression remained unchanged.

I just removed the empty fifteen-round magazine of the m9 and replaced it with a new one.

Feng Luo, on the other hand, raised his hand to aim.

The fifth round... Thirty meters accelerated movement towards the target!

"Hush..."

There were still some audiences who were talking or cheering each other, but suddenly their voices were lowered and they held their breath.

Moreover, old Ivan just failed in this round of shooting. The difficulty of shooting when the target moves obliquely is far more difficult than moving horizontally or vertically.

"Bang bang bang..."

The bullets were fired continuously, and the orange casings were thrown from the ejection window, and landed on the ground under the feet of the two shooters with scalding heat.

"50 rings, 50 rings!"

On the big screen, the results were accompanied by a female voice electronic counting sound.

Still a draw!

"Oh!"

"These outsiders really have a few brushes!"

"Yellow people, come on!"

As soon as the result came out, many people in the audience who held their breath and did not speak cheered.

Although there was some resistance to the defeat of their gun king old Ivan by outsiders, when they saw two people on the field, they still scored full marks under such a difficult shooting.

Finally, most people responded with applause.

As a city with Russia as its background, it is obvious that these people's love for guns far exceeds that of ordinary npcs.

Even though they were repelled by the different skins of Feng Luo and No. 008 youth, the wonderful procedure of this duel made them give up their prejudice.

"..."

On the shooting range, the gaze of youth No. 008 remained unchanged, but at this time there was something slightly strange.

Because, the result of this round is still a draw.

However, he knew that he had actually lost.

Because, in this round of shooting, his last bullet was two seconds behind Feng Luo's.

Two seconds, this number is undoubtedly a very short number, and the result of the competition only counts accuracy, time is not taken into account!

However, the young man knew it in his heart.

It seems like a simple number, but it has actually revealed some problems.

He glanced at Feng Luo, whose face had remained calm all this time, and his face became serious.

"The sixth round..."

The staff member of the casino was already signaling for the next round of preparations.

"Wait a minute, I want to change the gun!"

Youth No. 008, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke in a deep voice.

"Uh, what? Sir, you want to change the gun..."

The casino staff were stunned upon hearing this.

"Change the gun? What kind of gun!"

In the stands, the audience who were very excited about this gambling fight were also taken aback.

In the middle of the game, as long as the firearm is not broken, no one will change the gun.

Because, when shooting a gun, the more you shoot, the more you feel and the hotter your hand becomes. Even if there is a small problem with the gun, you can completely correct it by yourself.

But changing a gun is different, because any firearm, even the same model, has a slight gap in shooting. If you get it in your hand, it is very likely that there will be a problem with the first shot.

In the previous five rounds of shooting plus the challenge of the previous ten people, this young man has fired at least 200 rounds of bullets with this m9, and the feel should have been extremely hot.

Why did you suddenly ask for a gun change at this moment?

"Mr. Annan, are you sure?"

The casino staff asked a question with some uncertainty.

"good!"

The young man nodded expressionlessly.

"Okay, please follow me!"

After confirming, the smile returned to the face of the casino staff, and led the young man to the gun room.

"Change the gun?"

"Sure enough, the weapon he usually uses is not a pistol!"

"With a marksmanship that is not really a main weapon, but can display this kind of marksmanship... This player, in terms of mastery of his main weapon, is probably not under Death Roar!"

Feng Luo didn't change his gun, but watched the figure of youth No. 008 leaving.

These npcs didn't understand, but Feng Luo had learned from his previous observations, from some subconscious actions of the young man.

I saw a message.

A pistol is not the main weapon of this No. 008 youth.

As for his main weapon, it should be...

"Sniper rifle!"

"I'm not mistaken, isn't this a sniper rifle?"

"I'm going, isn't this a brain disease? Although the sniper rifle is indeed more accurate in fixed-point shooting."

"But the latter one is all about shooting moving targets. In comparison, pistols are definitely easier to shoot eagles. Hitting targets with sniper rifles is definitely a funny thing!"

On the audience stage, many White City residents and tourist NPCs looked puzzled.

Some people even spoke out to ridicule.

Of course, Feng Luo didn't laugh at him.

However, very unexpectedly.

When Feng Luo saw the shape of the sniper rifle held by the young player, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Then, he scanned the face of examiner No. 008 carefully upwards, and finally, his expression became a little weird.

Young player No. 008 obviously didn't notice his expression.

Instead, his face was still as expressionless as before, and he walked directly to the shooting platform with this sniper rifle with some camouflage stripes.

Then, directly raise the gun and aim slightly!

"Okay, let's get started!"

His voice was slightly hoarse, with a feeling of indifference.

In the seventh round, the shooting difficulty increased again!

Not only did the distance of the target increase to forty meters, but the moving speed of the target doubled again.

Even, each time the target existed, it became only five seconds!