After crossing, I bound the Shenhao system

I saw the number '66' displayed on the top of the screen.

"There is a score of 66 rings!?"

Han Jing was shocked.

You must know that the pistol they used only had seven bullets in total.

In other words, Lu Yuan's score of 66 rings means that three of his bullets hit the tenth ring, while the remaining four bullets hit the nine ring!

This result is already very against the sky.

Especially when he heard clearly just now, Lu Yuan shot all the bullets in the box in one breath.

This way of shooting a gun is much more difficult than adjusting it once.

Just when Han Jing was secretly shocked by Lu Yuan's marksmanship, Lu Yuan also nodded in satisfaction with the result——

What Han Jing didn't know was that the score of 66 points was deliberately controlled by Lu Yuan!

When he was shooting just now, he intentionally used nine rings, ten rings, nine rings, ten rings... to shoot, and the result was as he expected, with a total of 66 rings.

If Han Jing knew this, he might not be shocked, but would directly kneel down...

Turning around, Lu Yuan saw Han Jingzheng looking at him in amazement, Lu Yuan smiled slightly, and asked, "How is it? Do you want to compare?"

Han Jing smiled wryly and shook his head: "What's the comparison? Isn't this purely looking for abuse? I'll invite the veteran of the Tan family."

Lu Yuan laughed, took off his earphones, returned the pistol in his hand to the instructor, and prepared to exit the glass room.

At this moment, he heard the instructor suddenly ask: "Sir, are you... a soldier?"

Lu Yuan shook his head: "No, what's wrong?"

The instructor hurriedly said: "No, I thought you came from the army just because you are so good at marksmanship."

While speaking, the instructor's eyes were full of admiration when he looked at Lu Yuan.

The army has always paid attention to the law of the capable and the inferior. A person with good marksmanship like Lu Yuan will naturally win the respect of others.

After coming out of the glass room, Lu Yuan saw Zhang Ling staring at him closely.

Obviously, he also knew about Lu Yuan's marksmanship results.

"Unexpectedly, Lu Yuan, your marksmanship is quite good."

Zhang Ling still asked in that superior tone: "How about it, Han Jing should tell you how my marksmanship is. Do you dare to compete with me?"

Lu Yuan's marksmanship was indeed beyond his expectations, but he didn't care, because in his opinion, no matter how good Lu Yuan's marksmanship was, he couldn't compare to himself—this was the confidence he had cultivated since he was a child!

As early as elementary school, he touched a gun for the first time.

Then, he fell in love with shooting guns out of control.

Because of the good family conditions, his father found him a sharpshooter in the barracks as a coach.

And he lived up to expectations. After hard practice, his marksmanship level also improved rapidly.

In the end, his master even said bluntly that even if his level is placed in the military camp, he can still get results in the army competition.

This comment made him extremely proud.

After that, when he competed with the second generation or famous sharpshooters in various places, all of them were verified.

It was precisely because of these past glories that he remained calm when facing Lu Yuan's 66 ring score in Seven Spears.

"Okay, than what?"

Lu Yuan looked indifferent, and asked: "Pistol, rifle, or something else?"

"Let's go 30 meters with a pistol. I think you've got good grades."

Zhang Ling chuckled: "After all, I am the host, so I have to take care of you, the guest."

Lu Yuan said indifferently: "Okay, the pistol is the pistol."

"but……"

Zhang Ling suddenly changed his voice, and said: "It's a bit boring to just do it like this, why don't you make a splash, what do you think?"

"Luck?"

Lu Yuan immediately knew that this was Zhang Ling's ultimate goal, but he was proficient in shooting, so he was naturally not afraid, and immediately asked: "Then what is the bet?"

"Just 100 million."

Zhang Ling said casually, as if it was 100 yuan: "If I lose, I will give you 100 million. If you lose, it's the same. How about it?"

Before Lu Yuan could speak, Han Jing also came back from the shooting area. Hearing this, he hurriedly said with a smile, "Brother Lu, Young Master Zhang, the game is the game. It's not good to play so much, so as not to hurt the peace, right?"

"I said Han Jing, 100 million is also called big?"

Zhang Ling showed disdain, and said: "When I usually play cards, the win or loss of a game is 500 million, and 100 million is sprinkled - right, Lu Yuan?"

Seeing Zhang Ling's almost undisguised provocation, Lu Yuan secretly laughed in his heart. He ignored the look Han Jing gave him, nodded and said, "One million is really not that much, so that's it, Young Master Zhang—I think you're here!" The off-road Lamborghini was good at that time, how about you say a price and use it as a lottery?"

When they came to Leiying Shooting Club, they took Zhang Ling's Lamborghini Urus off-road.

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Zhang Ling narrowed his eyes slightly, and said with a smile, "Lu Yuan, you have a good eye. I did undergo some modifications to that car, and its performance is much better than the normal model."

"I can feel the floor coming out, it's very comfortable to sit on."

Lu Yuan nodded and said.

What he said was really true. With the blessing of full driving proficiency, Lu Yuan could feel that this car has been carefully tuned by professionals. In fact, it was precisely because of this that Lu Yuan made this request.

"Okay, since you also know cars, even if you lose to you in the end, it doesn't count as burying it."

Zhang Ling clapped her palms and laughed: "The original price of this car is more than 300 million, and the modification cost hundreds of thousands. The total is just over 400 million—let's say 400 million, what do you think?"

"Okay, 400 million is 400 million."

Lu Yuan smiled and nodded.

Seeing that Lu Yuan and Zhang Ling settled the 400 million bet in a few words, Han Jing on the side could only be anxious.

Soon, Lu Yuan and Zhang Ling came to the glass room in the shooting area.

"Is that you first or me first?"

Zhang Ling asked Lu Yuan.

"The guest is up to the host." Lu Yuan said calmly.

"I don't take advantage of you either. We shoot each other and take turns."

Zhang Ling signaled to Lu Yuan: "You come first."

Lu Yuan nodded calmly, then casually stood in front of the shooting stand, and raised his hand to shoot.

Snapped!

As the gunshots sounded, the results were immediately displayed on the display on the glass wall——

Ten rings!

Lu Yuan glanced at the grades, then looked at Zhang Ling who was on the side.

Looking at the indifferent expression on Lu Yuan's face, Zhang Ling's heart sank secretly, and an ominous premonition suddenly came to her heart.

As a person with superb marksmanship, he can naturally see that Lu Yuan's casualness is not just pretending.

In other words, Lu Yuan really felt that the difficulty of this kind of competition was nothing to him.

"Could it be that this Lu Yuan is a hidden master?"

As soon as this thought came out, it was immediately thrown out of his mind.

"No, this should be Lu Yuan's psychological tactics, I can't be disturbed by him!"

Zhang Ling took a deep breath, and instead of looking at Lu Yuan who was on the side, he raised his pistol intently and aimed at the red bull's-eye in front of him.