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The next morning, under the arrangement of Mu Xihu, Wang Le, Mu Xiyan and other juniors rushed to the western suburb shooting range. [Ran^Wen^Book Library]

Mu Xiyan, who was sitting in the passenger seat, felt relieved when she saw that Wang Le was not abnormal. Since what happened last night, she went to the shooting range today. Mu Xiyan's other purpose was to let Wang Le relax and not to be suffocated.

More than half an hour later, under the guidance of Mu Xihu driving his sister's Hyundai ix35, the seven cars arrived at the parking lot outside the gate of the Xijiao shooting range.

The Western Suburbs shooting range was built at the end of the last century due to the need for shooting competitions. It consists of 11 shooting ranges and an air gun hall, as well as ancillary facilities such as gyms, sports fields, hotels, etc.

"Brother-in-law, I have made arrangements. Today we will play in the semi-enclosed 50-meter shooting range."

After everyone got out of the car one after another, Mu Xihu ran to Wang Le and said with a smile.

At this time, Mu Xifeng stepped forward and said with a smile: "50 meters, this is the distance I am best at. Brother-in-law, you have nothing to say about this skill. I am willing to give up the disadvantage, but this 50-meter target may not be necessary."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Xiyan said angrily: "You can do it, and I am here, so I will guarantee that you will lose so much that you can't find Bei."

Wang Le smiled and said, "We will compare to the bragging words if we only talk about it but don't practice fake moves."

After a pause, Wang Le rubbed his hands, and continued with excitement in his eyes, "Since the troops came out, I have not had any fun shooting, and I have to live up to this hand today."

In this way, with Mu Xihu leading the way, everyone followed him to the shooting range, and then the relevant staff arranged it to the semi-enclosed 50-meter shooting range.

The entire venue is about 3,000 square meters, with an indoor span of 10 meters, and a total of 96 targets. When everyone came inside, there were already more than a dozen children from the Beijing Circle playing here.

"Hey, why did that little white-faced come here?"

When Wang Le walked into the venue, it quickly attracted the attention of the children, and some people asked in confusion.

"This kid can play guns?" The children muttered in their hearts, because according to Wang Le's past record, he was simply omnipotent, such as golf, playing cards, and underground fighting, never lost. In the end of each competition, he threw the mouths of all those who were against him, and they were swollen like pig's heads.

After some preparation, Wang Le stood at the shooting position with his pistol, and instead of waiting for everyone to join, he took the lead in firing.

"Bang, bang, bang"

"Ten rings, ten rings, ten rings"

The sound of the electronic target kept reporting the number of shots of Wang Le, which resounded in the huge and empty venue, making everyone stunned.

Mu Xifeng smiled bitterly, "How can you do this? Do you want to have a way out?"

At that moment, Mu Xifeng threw the loaded pistol on the stage, looked at Wang Le dissatisfiedly and said, "Brother-in-law, I won't take you like this, I'm not interested at all. You can't be humble and let us little brothers, be fine, can you do it?"

Wang Le laughed and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't hold back for a while and shot first. I just thought I hadn't played with a gun for a few years and had a lot of hands. I didn't expect that this shooting skills have fallen. My brother-in-law is really not to attack you. It's a misunderstanding, it's pure misunderstanding, hehe."

Mu Xiyan gave Wang Le a white look, picked up the pistol and shot at the target.

"Bang, bang, bang"

"Eight rings, nine rings, nine rings"

After a while, Mu Xiyan threw down her pistol, walked to Wang Le, raised her mouth and said angrily: "I lost."

Wang Le quickly grabbed his sweetheart's jade hands with a smile and said, "I'm lucky, don't care. Let's have another competition and guarantee I will lose."

Then Mu Xiyan snorted and said, "If this girl is a three-year-old child, you will definitely give in to me to make me happy later. I don't want this boring victory."

Before Wang Le could reply, Zhao Mike, who had just entered the shooting venue, walked straight towards Wang Le.

"I didn't expect that Mr. Wang is not only good at fighting, but also has strong combat power. He also likes to play with guns. I guess his shooting skills are also good. I wonder if I am interested in having a fight with me."

Zhao Mike came to Wang Le and stood still, asking with a hint of provocative question.

Wang Le narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Zhao Mike, and said slowly: "If Mr. Zhao wants to play, of course I, Wang Le, will be happy to accompany you."

"Count me."

As soon as he finished speaking, a 26 or 27-year-old man wearing a black wool coat with a strong and handsome face and a flat head walked out of the group of children and spoke.

Wang Le was stunned and then looked at the other party. At this time, Mu Xihu attached himself to Wang Le's ear and whispered: "Brother-in-law, this is Chen Chong, the third grandson of the Chen family. He grew up in the army and is a famous sharpshooter in the circle."

"Chen family?" Wang Le raised his eyebrows and murmured.

Mu Xihu nodded and said, "Yes, the Chen family, one of the five major families in the capital, hehe, brother-in-law, this is your rival. Chen Chong was pursuing his sister crazy back then."

After his brother-in-law's explanation, Wang Le showed a sudden look. No wonder Chen Chong looked at him with inexplicable hostility.

"Hee Yeon, you are still so beautiful."

At this time, Chen Chong looked at Mu Xiyan, with tenderness in his eyes, and he exclaimed, and he didn't even take Wang Le in his eyes, as air.

Mu Xiyan frowned and replied coldly: "Thank you."

At this moment, Zhao Mike had already learned from other children that Wang Le had just had a correct shooting of the ten rings of his marksmanship, and he couldn't help but feel a little depressed by his recklessness.

"It's boring to hit these 50-meter targets. Let's play UFO shooting, so that it can be challenging. What does Mr. Wang think?"

When Zhao Mike scratched his head a little, Chen Chong's proposal made his eyes lit up. Yes, Wang Le just now shot a static target. If it was moving, it would be a different matter. Moreover, he also knew how terrifying the shooting skills of this guy Chen Chong were.

"Yes, UFO shooting, we'll compare this." Zhao Mike rushed to agree, afraid that Wang Le would disagree.

Wang Le smiled, glanced at the two of them, and said, "Then it's the flying saucer shooting, but since it's a competition, you have to add some lottery to make it more fun."

"Oh?" Zhao Mike was stunned. He didn't expect Wang Le to agree so simply and also add a lottery. It seems that this young man is very confident in his marksmanship.

"What does Mr. Wang mean?" Zhao Mike asked.

Wang Le stretched out a finger and said, "One person has ten million, the winner will take all."

"Hiss!" The other onlookers couldn't help but take a breath. Damn, this little guy has a really big appetite, so just have fun, why bother to make it so big!

Chen Chong showed a strange smile and looked at Wang Le and said, "Are you so confident in yourself?"

Wang Le narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "I'm playing with guns, I recognize the second place, no one dares to say the first place."

"Uh!" Everyone looked at Wang Le with suspicion. This little white-faced was not afraid of the wind and flashing his tongue?
Chapter completed!