Chapter 82: I Am God Gunner (Part 2)

  Qiao Ziyuan adjusted his mood with difficulty and quickly finished the remaining four targets, but the accuracy of the last four shots was significantly worse than before. Because Qu Wen always stood behind him making the motion of lifting his hand to shoot, it looked like he was learning shooting skills from a coach, but the muzzle would unintentionally glance towards where he was standing, putting immense mental pressure on him.

  After firing ten shots, Qiao Ziquan looked at his total score with uncontrollable anger. Excluding the shot that went off target, he still had 84 rings, which means that on average, each shot was above 9 rings. As for this result, Qiao Ziquan was quite satisfied. If it were an official competition, he would definitely not get a good ranking, but to deal with a newcomer who hadn't even held a gun before, it was more than enough.

  "It's your turn now. That guy just lost a round, so you must keep calm, no matter how many rounds it takes, as long as you hit all of them, you win."

  It was Qu Wen's turn to take the stage, and Zhao Haifeng came over to brief him. Although Qu Wen had intentionally created chaos earlier, Zhao Haifeng thought this was the smartest move. If it were a battlefield, who cares about the means you use, as long as you win, you're the boss.

  "Alright, if we're lucky enough to win the game, tonight we'll go to the most luxurious hotel in Hong Kong and have a feast, two million! Enough for me to be busy for a while."

  Qu Wen patted Zhao Haifeng's shoulder, feeling that he was even more nervous than himself. After finishing speaking, he walked to Qiao Zixing's side, pretending to be very friendly, but whispered in his ear: "I have a small belly, and I hate it the most when others play tricks behind my back. If I know who is affecting my performance in the competition, I might turn around and give him a shot. Of course, if anyone is dissatisfied, they can also sneak up and shoot me, on the condition that there are still bullets in his gun."

  After firing ten bullets, Qiao Ziyu's gun was left with only empty shells. At this time, even if Qu Wen opened fire on him, he had no ability to fight back. He stared at Qu Wen, his eyes revealing a deep hatred.

  "You don't have to, you can talk after hitting the target."

  Qiaozi quickly finished speaking and hurriedly walked to the edge of the field, trying to get as far away from Quwen as possible, fearing that this madman would shoot him too because he didn't fight well.

  The athletes soon stood in the middle of the shooting range and started the shooting competition under the prompt of the preparation bell.

  Because it is a random activity target, ten targets will randomly appear within a diameter of 50 meters in front, so the shooter requires extremely good observation, reaction and shooting accuracy. Targets like this are usually only hit by well-trained athletes and military police personnel.

  Qiaozi chose this as the competition because he was worried that fixed targets were too easy, and also feared that Quwen had played with guns at home, so he increased the difficulty, otherwise relying on Quwen's earlier scare, it would be difficult to make him miss the target.

  Earlier, while Qiaozi was shooting, Quwen kept observing his shooting movements and grasped some essentials with the basic knowledge taught by the coach. At the same time, a very bold idea emerged.

  If you use spirit vision when aiming at a target, will it be more accurate to grasp the position of the exit.

  Thinking of this, Qingwen opened her spiritual awareness and vision, trying to take a peek at Qiaozi's whole aiming process.

  Indeed, with the help of Ling Jue's visual perception, each target that flew out quickly was like a slow-motion shot in a movie, slowly appearing before his eyes. Moreover, the bullseye seemed to have been magnified tenfold, and could be seen clearly. As a result, an unintentional illusion was created, making it seem as if Qiao Zhenyu was about to shoot at any moment.

  But before he really fired, Qu Wen's heart was not at the bottom. Then the first target appeared thirty meters in front of him. With a "bang" sound, the first target fell straight down.

  "This move really works."

  From seeing the target rise to firing, Qu Wen felt that the target was almost put in front of him, and he didn't need to aim deliberately, but just moved his fingers lightly, and the target fell down with a sound.

  As soon as the target fell, a burst of exclamations immediately erupted from the sidelines.

  "Did he hit it? Can you see how many rings?" a handsome guy asked his companion who was holding binoculars.

  "He didn't see clearly, he shot too quickly, by the time I reacted, the target had already fallen!"

  "What? This guy hasn't even touched a gun before, is he pretending to be a tiger eating an old pig!?"

  "Who knows, maybe it's just luck, let's see how many more shots he makes."

  As they spoke, the second target in the field suddenly rose from 20 meters to the left front of Qu Wen. However, under the same circumstances that everyone did not react quickly, it fell to the ground again, leaving only a deafening gunshot sound in the field.

  "How many rings, how many rings, this guy must be pretending to be a pig eating a tiger. With such an unprofessional target practice, it's not just about hitting the target, even finding it would take half a day."

  Qu Wen's two shots left many people speechless with surprise, including Zhao Haifeng and Wei Dan, who both had a look of astonishment on their faces.

  "Feng Ge, are you sure Wen Ge has never touched a gun before?" Duanshan asked in surprise. Since returning from the Southwest, he had always thought that Qu Wen was very capable, and any antique that passed through his hands, whether genuine or fake, could not escape his discerning eye. Now, with this sudden move, Duan Shan felt that Qu Wen was almost a god-like existence.

  "I don't know, this kid says he's never touched it before, so I believe him that he hasn't, and I trust he won't lie to me."

  Zhao Haifeng was also full of surprise and doubt. The first time someone picks up a gun, they can shoot like this? It's unbelievable if you say it out loud. Otherwise, what's the point of those world-class athletes who have trained hard for ten or twenty years?

  Very soon, the third and fourth targets also fell with a crisp sound. By the time the fifth target fell, no one thought it was a coincidence. Moreover, regardless of how high the accuracy rate is, being able to hit the targets continuously and quickly is already remarkable.

  "Qiao Shao, things don't look good. This kid seems to have played with guns before and is quite skilled. I'm afraid your two million might not be safe."

  Qiaozi Quan's friend whispered to him, unexpectedly he burst out a foul language: "Damn it, dare to bully me. Two million I can afford, wait and see how I'll deal with him."

  Shot after shot hit the target, Qu Wen's confidence soared. From the sixth shot onwards, he no longer used single-target aiming and instead started shooting with one hand like a movie hero, almost without any aiming at all. Every time he pulled the trigger, a target fell down. His movements could no longer be measured by standard metrics; it was simply too cool.

  "Wen Ge has defied the heavens!"

  The usually taciturn Yu Danchen spoke up again, at this time Qu Wen's position in his heart had already surpassed that of Shen. "De Ge is right, Wen Ge's skills are enough for me to learn from for a lifetime."

  Zhao Haifeng stared blankly at Qu Wen in the arena and said habitually: "The tenth good man has shown his might."

  He quickly finished the ten shots, taking only thirty-two seconds in total. With an average of one shot every three seconds and all hitting the target, this score would be enough to get him into the top three even at an international competition.

  "Confirm bullet out of chamber... Range is open, report total number of hits."

  After confirmation by the range officer, Qu Wen put down his gun and walked slowly to the edge of the field. After waiting for about two minutes, the total score was counted by the staff.

  "Number two shooter's total score... ninety-seven rings."

  The gunshot rang out, stunning the entire audience.

  Completed the match in 32 seconds, with a total score of 97 rings, and also achieved single-handed shooting without aiming! What kind of person can do this? Even the world's top players can't do it, unless they have received special training in the military for many years.

  When they first came, many people didn't think highly of Qu Wen and some even looked down on him with contempt. But now they've all changed their views, even those who fully supported Qiaozi have started to lean towards Qu Wen's side. They just came to watch the excitement, no need to offend a powerful person for the sake of a drinking buddy.

  "How is it, Young Master Qiao? Are you satisfied with this result? I don't know when those two million can be transferred to me?"

  Qu Wenlehehe came to Qiao Ziquan's side, opening his mouth and asking for money. In his eyes, the crisp banknotes were more lovely than Qiao Ziquan.

  "It's just two million, only enough for me to buy half a car." Qiao Ziquan was very reluctant, but he had made a bet in front of everyone. If he couldn't make good on it, his reputation would be ruined once the news spread in their circle. After finishing speaking, he took out a checkbook from his pocket and wrote a check for two million with a few quick strokes, then handed it to Qu Wen.

  Tao Jingying watched the game from start to finish, and being shocked was no longer enough to describe her emotions at this moment. Although she still hated Qu Wen, an extremely subtle change had taken place in her heart without her realizing it.

  The first time they met, Qu Wen seemed to be very knowledgeable about antique appraisal. The second time they met, it was discovered that Qu Wen was extremely intelligent. The third time they met, a stunning display of exceptional skill left everyone in awe.

  If he weren't an enemy, with his appearance and abilities in the novel, he would indeed be a good choice as a boyfriend.