Bind to the National Games and start playing as an Olympic athlete

The IWC Olympic Games allow certain methods to be used for auxiliary competitions, this is tacitly understood by everyone.

Yang Yun was not surprised by this either.

In the bird's nest, a terrifying scene appeared.

After the death of Qianben Daihui in Fusang Kingdom, an old man about 60 years old was sent up.
After the shooting match was announced, the old man committed seppuku and blood flowed all over the place.

Then the athlete from Fusang was replaced by a young eagle-eyed man with holographic eyes and yellow pupils.

Mi Guo drank a few bottles of potion directly, and his eyes turned into almond cat pupils, shining a penetrating green light at night.

Yingguo was more direct. He took out the backward mechanical eyeballs and replaced them with advanced mechanical eyeballs, and then modified his arms to make him hold the gun more stably.

. . . .

Every athlete was prepared, only Yang Yun was indifferent.

Yanhua live broadcast room.

"You don't know anything about the power of the sweeping monk."

"What kind of skill is it to be a hero, I will let you know how you died later."

Half an hour passed quickly, and this time there was no lottery.

In a few words, Jim Brown turned blue with anger.

Jim Brown walked up to Yang Yun and said sarcastically.

Most people think that Yanhua has won two games, so he has the capital to lose, but they don't know that it is precisely because he won that he can't lose.

"I checked the information and compared the eyes of animals. Jim Brown's eyes in the United States combine the hyperopia of the eagle's eye and the dynamic capture of the cat's eye. With the high technology on the helmet, it seems that there is a chance to hit a coin from a hundred meters away."

If you don't aim carefully, you can hit it with a single shot, which means that you didn't use all your strength.

Shinnosuke was the most worried and said to Jim Brown.

Once they lose, Yan Hua, who was originally suppressed by jealousy, will be mobilized and attacked.

"This match, Yanhua is doomed!"

"Why panic, no one can hit, trust me."

Jim Brown was in the second set, with three shots and three coins, for a total of 26 rings.

Jim Brown stared at Yang Yun.

"That's right, we are not afraid of losing, and we can afford to lose."

"How about a bet?"

Groups of ten, each with three shots, will compete in the order of the previous draw.

Regarding this, Yang Yun was only silent.

And according to Yang Yun's information, he has never been in contact with shooting.

Song Xiong clenched his fists and sighed.

Yang Yun was indifferent only because he was still immersed in the embarrassment of his death.

Even through the electronic screen, the people of Yanhua felt that Yang Yun's shot was sure to hit, not to mention the contestants in the Bird's Nest.

He was watching while others were shooting.

"You won, Tanano Shinnosuke eats shit."

Jim Brown walked up to Yang Yun, picked up the shooting gun and pointed it at Yang Yun, making a "bang" sound from his mouth.

Yang Yun mocked.

Looking at the barrage in the live broadcast room, Song Xiong at the Olympic Center could only smile wryly.

"make a deal!"

Jim Brown slapped backhand.

Yang Yun took his own place.

"I didn't expect you to have such a habit. It's better to say that you Yanhua people like this."

"The people in Fusang also drank the same drug, and the person they teleported this time is a professional shooter, Shinnosuke Tano."

This achievement excited the United States and worried Yanhua.

"That's right, it's just a show anyway, it doesn't matter."

This is totally not taking Yang Yun seriously.

. . . .

Jim Brown blew on the muzzle of the gun and said disdainfully to Yang Yun.

He could see the trajectory of the coin clearly. Although he couldn't slow down the coin, Yang Yun felt that if he could hit the coin, he could get a high score.

Yang Yun pointed to Shinnosuke Tanosuke of Fusang Kingdom.

Yang Yun is at odds with Fusang State, and he has to make people eat shit.

"Anything you can see, you can hit!" This sentence appeared in Yang Yun's mind.

"We won, you eat shit."

"Gambling to eat shit."

There are different opinions, it's not that the Yanhua people don't believe Yang Yun, it's that it's too difficult to hit a moving coin from a distance of [-] meters.

Seeing this scene, the Yanhua people were even more worried.

With swords at hand and mutual dislikes, Yang Yun secretly made up his mind to seize the opportunity to let Jim Brown eat a catty of shit. If he doesn't eat, the representative of the United States will replace him.

"He can't really hit it?"

As if this was his old partner for many years, something he was born familiar with.

So far, Yang Yun has not fired a single shot.

"The Americans seem to be very powerful."

In the half-hour preparation time before the game, other countries shot, and more than 20 countries were able to hit coins 50 meters away.

The person in charge of the Tangtang Olympic Center felt powerless at the moment.

It was an old troll, and Yang Yun felt that the American people didn't know the profoundness of Yanhua's language, so they dared to challenge him, a keyboard warrior.

"Is the sweeping monk not panicking?"

It makes no difference whether you eat more or less.

Jim Brown is smart too.

Yang Yun was getting angry, the embarrassing thing was brought up again, he stared at Jim Brown and sneered.

"It is detected that the owner's confidence in shooting has resonated with Yang Qian, the acting speed +10%, and the current acting speed is 90%."

Jim Brown hit.

In the Yanhua live broadcast room, everyone was worried.

Picking up the shooting gun and looking carefully, a feeling of blood connection rose from the bottom of my heart.

Several countries such as Fusang, Asan, Eagle Country, and Romantic Country have all finished shooting, with scores above 20.

"I'm afraid something will happen in this one."

They say they can afford to lose, but if they can win, no one wants to lose.

"Genetic modification? It's just a hybrid thing."

"You don't know anything about the power of capital."

"People are not human, ghosts are not ghosts, what qualifications do you have to talk to me?"

The 64th game.

Jim Brown's idea is very simple, whether he wins or loses, eating shit has nothing to do with him. As for Fusang, it's just eating some shit. After eating shit from the United States for so many years, it has eaten a lot.

Walking to Jim Brown, Yang Yun kicked him.

"What are you gambling?"

After three words were exported, everyone laughed.

The goal was achieved, and Yang Yun was very happy.

"I hope the punishment will not be too severe, but it's okay to lose, we can afford to lose."

Provocative means full, gunpowder means strong.

"No way, we can't do anything, it's up to you, Yang Yun."

At this moment, Yang Yun burst out with great confidence.

"The sweeping monk hasn't panicked yet. Why are we panicking? We won two games, so what if we lose one more game."

People who have practiced shooting all the year round will have calluses on their right index fingers. Yang Yun has slender hands and no traces of calluses can be seen.

Yang Yun nodded.

After speaking, Jim Brown threw out a coin, more than 40 meters away, and then picked up the air gun, and everyone could hear the ding after hitting the coin.

. . . .

There is no reason, it is purely personal intuition, purely confidence in strength.

Yang Yun is number 631, and there is still a lot of time before the start.

"You are a professional athlete, you hit a coin from a hundred meters away, and you use a shooting gun, which has surpassed the limit of human beings."

The competition stipulates that shooting guns must be used to prevent people from pulling out sniper weapons or using scopes, which makes shooting a few grades less difficult.

After pondering for a moment, Jim Brown continued.

"If Yang Yun scores higher than me based on his ability, you can only admit that you eat shit."

Just finished speaking, the whistle sounded, and the 64th shooting competition began!