Chapter 582 Get Used to Being Abused by Her a Lot

Chapter 582 Get used to being abused by her a lot

As the flying saucer lifted into the air, Wei Lang immediately raised his hand and shot.

But Li Qiao was faster than him, and after a few gunshots, everything calmed down.

Wei Lang also shot, but he only hit fragments of the flying saucer.

At the scene, apart from the sound of the wind passing by, no other movement could be heard.

This kind of competition is rare.

Ms. Li eliminated the nine most powerful shooters in Ertang by herself in the shortest time.

In fact, after the second game, the result was already obvious.

Whether it is the number of flying saucers hit or the speed, no one can beat Li Qiao.

In the end, Li Qiao hit twelve of the twenty-three flying saucers.

More than half of the ratio, the winner without any suspense.

As the head of the second hall, although Wei Lang failed, there was no look of despair on his face.

He was even very excited, as if he wanted to compete with Li Qiao.

At this moment, Li Qiao put the gun on the table, rubbed her wrist, and looked at the excited Wei Lang, "Master Wei, let me go."

"Don't dare, I'm willing to bow down." Wei Lang said as he asked someone to replace the Beretta 92F on the table, and caught Li Qiao's movement of rubbing his wrists. He tried: "Miss Li, do you want to take a rest?"

Li Qiao glanced at Shang Yu who was not far away. The man under the sun looked gentle and stood tall. Before she had time to say more, the man had already walked slowly with his long legs.

He came to Li Qiao, pulled her wrist and kneaded it gently in his palm, and then helped her massage the tiger's mouth, "Tired?"

Li Qiao stretched her fingers and smiled slightly, "It's okay."

She hadn't played shooting for a long time. Although her technique hadn't deteriorated, Beretta's recoil still numb her hand.

Li Qiao looked down at Shang Yu's movements, and somehow felt that she had become squeamish.

When she joined the battle with a submachine gun on her shoulders, she didn't feel anything wrong with the blood on her shoulders.

But in front of him, she was very satisfied with such care.

The members watching the battle were forcefully stuffed with dog food.

At this time, Zhuifeng was leaning against Wangyue's shoulder, his legs were trembling like a stroke, and he was a little unsteady.

He thought of the fact that he was not afraid of death and approached Li Qiao back then. Fortunately, she didn't have a gun on her back, otherwise all the weeds on his grave would have bloomed now? !

...

Five minutes later, the fixed-point target assessment began.

This level is much simpler, only one time, ten people stand in the shooting position, aim and shoot, and the one with the highest score wins.

Wei Lang's title of Ten Spears and Hundred Rings is also derived from this.

Because he can hit hearts with basic guns.

The Beretta 92F on the table has been replaced with an improved Desert Eagle with a magazine capacity of ten rounds.

Li Qiao returned to the shooting range unhurriedly, Wei Lang was still next to her, and the other eight members had already changed to another group of masters of fixed-point shooting.

Wei Lang checked the magazine, and then watched Li Qiao's movement of hanging the gun by his side with one hand, no matter how he looked at it, he didn't get distracted.

His eyes sparkled, "Miss Li, shall we start?"

Li Qiao adjusted her standing posture, nodded in response, "Well, let's get started."

Following Wei Lang's order, deafening gunshots resounded in the valley instantly.

Except for Li Qiao, the other nine people were all aiming at the target in front of them, shooting continuously.

Indeed, Wei Lang's ten spears and one hundred rings are not in vain.

On the gun target twenty meters away, Wei Lang hit all ten rings.

Everyone fired ten rounds, and Li Qiao hadn't started yet.

After the gunshots, everyone's eyes focused on her.

In the sunny day, Li Qiao calmly looked at the bull's-eye in front of her. No one knew what she was looking at or what she was waiting for.

Wei Lang Baihuan's results have come out.

This round may fulfill what he just said, as long as Li Qiao can also hit a hundred rings, then she will win.

The result seems to have no suspense.

But Li Qiao didn't shoot for a long time, which made people suspicious, did she lose confidence?

A minute passed, and the waiting time was extremely long.

Wei Lang was very puzzled, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he tried to ask: "Miss Li..."

Before the words fell, gunshots erupted.

Li Qiao turned sideways, raised the gun with one hand, and pulled the trigger with her index finger, quickly and accurately.

Ten bullets were shot by her in less than ten seconds.

All the while, she didn't even bat an eye.

Not long after, the gun target was brought back.

Wei Lang Baihuan, and three other members are also Baihuan's grades, and the others are not bad, with an average of more than 95 rings.

Immediately, everyone's eyes were fixed on Li Qiao's target.

The best result is nothing less than a hundred rings.

Then, someone sent out a soul torture, "I clearly saw Miss Li firing ten shots, why is there only one bullet hole in the bull's-eye?"

"What do you mean? The other nine shots missed?"

"Probably not. If you look carefully, there is really only one bullet hole, and...the bullet holes are bigger than Hall Master Wei and the others."

More and more people came to Li Qiao's target to observe carefully.

Wei Lang pushed away the members around him in disbelief, and after concentrating for three seconds, the expression on his face was hard to describe.

"Li, Ms. Li, your ten shots... all went through the same bullet hole?"

At this moment, Li Qiao was frowning and throwing the improved Desert Eagle on the table in disgust. The broken gun was useless at all.

When she heard Wei Lang's words, she replied casually: "It doesn't count, it's just continuous shooting around a central point."

The bullet hole in the middle was enlarged after five shots, and she only needed to aim for the next few shots.

Wei Lang touched the bullet hole pierced by the bullet, looked back at Li Qiao, and gave a thumbs up silently.

Shooting is different from other projects, and a little external fluctuation may affect the shooting result.

For example, light, such as the sound of the wind, even a small moth may deflect the trajectory of the bullet.

But Li Qiao was able to ignore the influence of all external factors, and made ten bullets pass through a similar trajectory with a super fast combo.

Even Wei Lang can't guarantee that he can be so accurate outdoors, he seems to only have two or three shots into the same trajectory.

He looked at the target, swallowed his throat, turned around and walked towards Shang Yu, nodding his head to report, "Master, Miss Li passed the first test."

And yes, without a doubt.

Shang Yu bent his thin lips without changing his face, walked past Wei Lang, and said indifferently, "People in the second hall, it's time to exercise hard."

Wei Lang: "..."

Hall Master, are you not guilty of saying this?

Those who participated in the assessment were all the top shooters in the second hall, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that one is against ten.

Why don't you see how perverted Miss Li's abilities are?

How old is she, she is young, and her skills are so good, do you know that she was trained in the wolf's den?

Wei Lang stood on the spot and began to think about life. Suddenly, his shoulders sank, and he saw He Chen from the side, and quickly called, "Brother Chen."

He Chen patted him on the shoulder, pouted in Li Qiao's direction, "It's okay, don't be discouraged, you'll get used to being abused by her more often."

Wei Lang: "???"

Thank you for being stimulated.