Chapter 81: I Am God Gunner (Part 1)

  Zhao Haifeng stood beside him and heard Qu Wen hastily agree to the bet, thinking he couldn't stop it even if he wanted to, so he quickly pulled him aside.

  "Ah Wen, have you ever fired a gun?"

  The script is indeed possible, but unfortunately, there has never been such an opportunity. Firearms are banned in the country and many ordinary people have only seen or heard of them throughout their lives, but have never touched one.

  "I've never fired a real gun, but I've played with plenty on the computer."

  Zhao Haifeng slapped his forehead, his expression filled with strong worry and helplessness: "Computers are useless, I really don't know why you agreed so readily. Otherwise, I'll take your place, I've gone to shoot fixed targets with Dad a few times before, at least I've held a gun."

  Even if you haven't fired a gun, you've seen it on TV. The difference between fixed targets and moving targets is like heaven and earth. Besides, I don't know what year Zhao Haifeng was talking about. Let's not mention that even national-level athletes will have a big difference in accuracy after not shooting for a year.

  "I'll just do it myself, looking at that guy's appearance should be a frequent gun player, I believe they won't agree either. In case of really losing, isn't it just saying a few words, no big deal being taken pictures and posted online. But I don't have to spend money, won't lack arms or legs, after a long time everyone will naturally forget."

  It's easy to talk big, but in reality, I'm worried sick. If the other party really does that, I'll lose face big time.

  "It's best if you can just let it go. If not, I'll get my brother to think of a way to make up for it later and try to suppress the related news as much as possible."

  Zhao Haifeng's words became more and more absurd, Qu Wen hastily made a stopping gesture: "Stop, stop, listening to you say this, I feel like I've already lost now. Who knows, when we get to the shooting range, I might make an extraordinary performance."

  "It's possible, maybe a miracle will happen, or perhaps you've never discovered that you're actually a godly marksman."

  Zhao Haifeng could only pray for him and try to think positively. The usually taciturn Ge Zhongyan, on the other hand, stared intently at Qiao Ziyun, his eyes burning with a fierce determination that seemed to say: "If you dare do such a thing, I'll kill you even if it costs me my own life."

  The shooting range is located on a vacant lot not far from Happy Valley in Hong Kong, where you can practice target shooting with specific competition guns for a fee. However, most of the people who come here are usually members of the Hong Kong Shooting Association, and there are ten such associations in Hong Kong.

  Ten minutes later, Qu Wen and three others arrived at the shooting range in Qiao Ziquan's car.

  When they arrived at the shooting range, Qu Wen found that more than a dozen young people were already standing by the field, including both men and women. Each of them was wearing branded clothing and dazzling accessories, all looking at Qu Wen with curious and disdainful eyes.

  "This guy actually wants to have a gunfight with Qiao Shao, he really doesn't know how to live or die, Qiao Shao's marksmanship is well-known in the circle."

  "That's not necessarily true, he looks quite handsome, maybe his marksmanship is particularly good."

  "Are you talking about marksmanship or 'gun' skills? Who doesn't know that you'll go crazy for handsome guys."

  "You care about me? I'd be delighted! It's best if he's good at both kinds of marksmanship; I'm willing to pay him myself."

  Men and women on the scene were talking and laughing, and some people even opened their mouths privately, but under the circumstances that they did not understand Qu's strength, those who thought Qiaozi would win overwhelmingly took up the vast majority.

  The rules of the competition are simple, ten moving targets will appear randomly on the shooting range, and the score will be based on the number of hits and accuracy rate, that is to say, under the same condition of hitting the target, who has a higher shooting accuracy rate and ring number.

  The gun used is called the USP Match, a specialized target shooting pistol. Compared to other match pistols, it has simple modifications, only extending the barrel of the original standard USP and installing a muzzle brake on the original UTL rail. The overall length is 240MM, with a caliber of 9*19MM, typically holding 10 rounds.

  Got the gun and couldn't help but play with it out of curiosity, and under the guidance of the coach on the shooting range, I briefly learned how to use a competition gun.

  Seeing Qu Wen carefully learning to use a gun with his coach, the young people on the sidelines began to discuss again.

  "He was originally a rookie, didn't even know how to use a gun and still dared to compete, whoever pressed him earlier is definitely going to lose today."

  Although the voices of many people were very small, they still fell into his ears without exception with Qu Wen's super-hearing.

  He slightly furrowed his brow, and Qu Wen deliberately turned the gun towards the crowd, making a gesture to Instructor Liu: "Is it okay to shoot like this?"

  The people around the scene changed their faces, everyone quickly flashed to one side, all of them were frightened and flustered. The instructor coach quickly raised Qu Wen's gun-holding hand and issued a severe warning.

  "Sir, please don't point your gun at the audience, otherwise I will ask you to leave under safety regulations."

  The article is just trying to scare these people, and not stupid enough to fire indiscriminately, otherwise it would only be worth going to jail for a breath of fresh air.

  Just as he had put down his gun, Qu Wen turned to Qiao Zitong and said something that made his heart skip a beat.

  "My temper isn't that good and I don't take losing well, in case after the competition I lose control of my emotions and do something out of line, please forgive me."

  Although it is a competition gun, it also has lethality at close range. If you are hit, you will be disabled even if you don't die.

  When he heard Qu Wen's words, Qiao Zi subconsciously moved a meter to the side, although he knew it was useless, but at least psychologically felt a little safer. Who knows if Qu Wen would suddenly go crazy and shoot him during the competition.

  Very soon, with the target platform ready, the two men's gamble also officially began.

  As Qu Wen had never played an active target before, Qiaozi Quan took the field first, so that Qu Wen could observe Qiaozi Quan's full-court shooting process.

  However, this was not a good thing for Qiaozi, because he had to stand in the shooting range at all times ready to shoot, and also guard against Quwen behind him who might suddenly go crazy and open fire on him. Although such things rarely happened, they were not unheard of, and there was once a member of the shooting club who shot and killed the winner of a bet because of a wager.

  “Start！”

  When Qiaozi walked into the shooting range and made preparations for shooting, the loudspeaker on the field prompted that the competition officially started.

  As the sound signal went off, a target quickly rose from a wooden box twenty meters to the left of the shooting platform. Qiao Ziquan only caught a glimpse of it with his peripheral vision and swiftly turned around to pull the trigger. With a "bang", Target No. 1 fell to the ground in an instant. Qiao Ziquan's entire movement was both standard and beautiful, making Qu Wentai involuntarily cheer for him silently.

  Indeed, people who have undergone training are different.

  Then the second, third, fourth and fifth targets rose randomly in front of the target stand, and Qiaozi fully fired and dropped them all beautifully.

  Just as Qiaozi was about to focus on the sixth target, Quwen, who was standing far away, suddenly let out a loud sneeze. The sudden noise startled Qiaozi so much that his hand holding the gun trembled slightly, causing the bullet to veer off course and graze past the edge of the target.

  "Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to!" Qu Wen hastily raised his hand in a gesture of apology, repeatedly apologizing to Qiao Ziquan in the arena, but everyone knew he was doing it on purpose.

  "Damn, isn't it just a target? I can still win even if I'm two points down. Even if I lose two more, I'll still be able to win." Since the competition was still ongoing, the targets would rise from the target stand at any moment, so Qiao Ziquan could only curse in his heart. He thought that when Qu Wen went on stage, he would also find an opportunity to get back at him.