After crossing, I bound the Shenhao system

The flesh catches the bullet?

Is it that exciting?

Hearing Lu Yuan's proposal, everyone present was stunned.

Yes, they know that the pistols are filled with blank ammunition, and they also know that empty ammunition is not very lethal at a distance of five meters, and they also know that this is always the case during military exercises...

but,

What the hell is a pistol!

Especially for Zhang Ling, who has been playing with guns since childhood, he knows the power of pistols better than anyone else.

Although the firing range of blank bullets is basically between five and ten meters, if it exceeds this distance, it cannot even shoot through a piece of paper.

But there is an exception to everything. What if the quality of the blank bomb this time is not good enough to make the warhead lethal?

If Zhang Ling lost and was injured by Lu Yuan, where would he go to reason?

Seeing Zhang Ling's hesitation, Lu Yuan curled his lips: "Why, so you were talking big and bragging just now?"

"Who is talking big!?"

Being so excited by Lu Yuan, Zhang Ling blurted out without waiting for Ma Xiaoyun to stop him, "Okay, isn't it just that you don't wear protective gear, whoever loves whose grandson!"

After speaking, he turned around and left.

Seeing this, Lu Yuan showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and followed.

Seeing Lu Yuan's expression, Ma Xiaoyun's eyes shrank suddenly, and a terrible guess suddenly appeared in his heart: "Lu Yuan couldn't tell from the beginning that Zhang Ling and I were acting?"

As soon as this idea came out, Ma Xiaoyun immediately felt that the possibility was very high.

Because in common sense, any normal-minded person will subconsciously resist the first bet request made by others. At the very least, he has to figure out what's going on.

But what about Lu Yuan?

He didn't even ask anything, and chose to agree directly!

This is so anomalous.

but,

If Lu Yuan could tell from the very beginning that the two of them were just acting and didn't really intend to gamble their lives, then Lu Yuan's reaction made sense—he wouldn't really gamble their lives anyway, so he agreed first. Say it again.

"If my guess is true, then Lu Yuan's observation skills are terrifying!"

Realizing that his and Zhang Ling's double springs had been seen through, Ma Xiaoyun's eyes narrowed immediately.

He recalled carefully, but he didn't find any flaws between himself and Zhang Ling.

"Is that Lu Yuan? It's interesting."

For the first time, he regarded Lu Yuan as an enemy on the same level as himself.

……

Soon, a group of people came to a strangely shaped room.

The room was narrow and long, with a target placed at the end, and several guns of different models displayed at the near end.

There are rifles, there are pistols, and even an assault rifle.

Zhang Ling and the others had obviously been here before, and were not curious about the things in the room, but it was the first time for Lu Yuan and Han Jing to come here.

Seeing the weapons in the room, both of them were secretly speechless.

If this is judged according to the law, it would be easy to imprison Ma Xiaoyun for a few years.

Seeing the changes in the expressions of Lu Yuan and Han Jing, Ma Xiaoyun smiled slightly, deliberately did not explain, but said indifferently: "I like guns more, so I asked a friend to get some, and I usually shoot them for fun."

As he said that, he asked Lu Yuan: "You are a visitor from afar, what kind of gun do you want to use for assembly competition?"

Obviously, his asking like this shows that Zhang Ling is very familiar with all the guns here, and he is not afraid of Lu Yuan's choice.

But looking at Zhang Ling's expression, Lu Yuan was more inclined that the guns here were selected by them in advance and placed here, the purpose was to create an atmosphere where he was calm and fearless.

Lu Yuan suppressed the distracting thoughts in his heart, and said, "Then let's play the gun, after all, it's easy to assemble, and you can see the result faster."

As he spoke, he deliberately glanced at Zhang Ling.

Zhang Ling's heart skipped a beat, and her body shook subconsciously, remembering the fear of being dominated by Lu Yuan yesterday.

Seeing this, Ma Xiaoyun knew that Zhang Ling had already lost at the starting line before he started. He sighed inwardly, but came to Zhang Ling calmly, patted him on the back, and said with a smile: "Can you see it quickly?" The result is good, but unfortunately, Zhang Ling is also very good at assembling pistols, Young Master Lu, you may have picked a bad model this time."

His words not only threatened Lu Yuan, but also gave Zhang Ling great comfort.

Sure enough, after hearing Ma Xiaoyun's words, Zhang Ling's expression also eased a lot.

"Oh?"

Lu Yuan took a deep look at Ma Xiaoyun, and had a preliminary understanding of what Han Jing said just now that Ma Xiaoyun is difficult to deal with.

"Since everything is ready, let's stop talking nonsense and start quickly."

Since the verbal stimulation of Zhang Ling failed, Lu Yuan stopped thinking about other things and said directly.

The reason why he deliberately stimulated Zhang Ling was just doing it casually-could he be weaker than Zhang Ling in terms of real strength?

It's true that the proficiency in full shooting and the four-dimensional attributes far exceeding ordinary people are just decorations!

Seeing Lu Yuan's strong self-confidence, Ma Xiaoyun's heart sank.

But it was too late to say anything at this moment, he immediately patted Zhang Ling on the back hard, signaling him not to be nervous.

Zhang Ling took a deep breath, picked out a pistol of the same model, and stood face to face with Lu Yuan behind two tables five meters apart.

Immediately, the two began to disassemble the pistol into different small components, slides, barrels, springs, magazines...

After dismantling everything, Ma Xiaoyun fetched two blank shells and placed them on the table in front of Lu Yuan and the two of them.

"Are you ready?"

Seeing that both of them were standing still, Ma Xiaoyun asked in a deep voice.

"Ready!"

Zhang Ling responded loudly.

Lu Yuan nodded casually.

"Then, I announce—begin!"

Ma Xiaoyun suddenly stopped drinking.

brush!

As Ma Xiaoyun's business fell, Lu Yuan and Zhang Ling immediately picked up the pistol parts on the table and started assembling.

at the same time,

The surrounding Han Jing and many second generations of Hangzhou also set their sights on the two who were competing.

"Who do you think will win?"

"Brother Ling?"

"That's right, how many years have Brother Ling been playing with guns?"

"The most important thing is that this competition was proposed by Brother Ling himself."

"That's right, with Brother Yiling's temper, he won't say anything if he's not sure about it."

"I also think Brother Ling can win!"

"I don't believe in Brother Ling, but I believe in Brother Ma - Brother Ma just said that Brother Ling is very good at assembling pistols."

"Yes, yes, I also believe in Brother Ma!"

"Hey, but having said that, Lu Yuan will be in trouble now."

"That's right, he still offered not to wear protective gear, tsk tsk..."

"I hope he will be less injured when he loses later, hehehe."

Listening to the whispered discussions of the people around, Han Jing looked nervous, his lips were tightly pressed, and his heart became heavier and heavier.

'Lu Yuan...wouldn't want to roll over, would he? '

Just when Han Jing was worried, at this time, the competition in the field had already shown the result——