Almost at the same time as the three gunshots, I thought of the explosion of the flying saucer. The flying saucer burst into the air and emitted a puff of smoke.

…

"Pop!"

"Pop!"

After a moment of silence, there was a burst of warm applause.

Very smooth shooting, and the time and distance are quite accurately grasped. When the flying saucer is shooting in multiple directions, the longest distance the saucer can fly to the target is 75 meters, the flight time is 4 to 5 seconds, and the best hit distance of the shotgun is within 35 meters.

Therefore, the shooter must complete the firing within 15 to 15 meters of the target flying out of the target trench, which means that the shooter must complete a series of actions such as carrying the gun, aiming, and firing within 0.4 to 0.6 seconds. The rapidity of his movements and the speed of his reaction are remarkable.

It’s easy to imagine.

Caesar used an assault rifle. He could shoot the flying saucer at a distance of 70 meters, instead of shooting within 20 meters like shooting shotguns. In fact, when Caesar hit the flying saucer just now, he was at a distance of 15 meters.

, this is a very difficult distance to shoot at.

Caesar's face was unusually calm and relaxed, as if shooting three flying saucers was not worth being happy about.

"please!"

"Group 2!" Zhang Yang picked up the rifle he had inspected and said calmly.

Now, the rules of the game are completely different from those of shooting competitions.

"Crack!"

The firearm made a pleasant sound of mechanical friction, and everyone's hearts tightened inexplicably, as if the sound of loading the gun hit their hearts hard.

start!

Zhang Yang raised his hand to indicate...

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

…

Holding the gun, aiming, firing, gunshot, six consecutive bursts of fire, the movements are extremely smooth and flowing.

The movements were too fast, so fast that people's brains could not react at all. This series of movements fell in the eyes of everyone, as if they were just two movements of raising and lowering the gun...

There was an eerie silence at the shooting range.

Dozens of pairs of eyes were staring closely at the vast void. In that void, there were still lime smoke and dust floating...

Six shots and six hits!

Time froze at this moment. Everyone actually forgot to applaud and just stared blankly in the air.

"Pah, pah, pah...!"

There was a burst of warm applause, and even Carla and Caesar were not stingy with their applause. Old John's face flushed with excitement, and the fat on his belly kept trembling. Su Dafeng and Ruan Wenwu had ejaculation in their eyes.

His eyes were no longer excited, but fanatical.

Miracle!

This is an absolute miracle!

It's Caesar's turn to shoot.

"Three groups!"

Caesar's expression, which was originally relaxed, became serious. After picking up the gun, he weighed it carefully and took a deep breath. Zhang Yang's decisive shooting caused him huge psychological pressure, and this broke

In order to improve his shooting rhythm, he was planning to increase the number of flying saucers round by round to let himself find the shooting feeling.

In fact, playing basketball requires a sense of ball, singing requires a sense of music, and shooting also requires cultivating the sense to reach the peak of one's condition.

Caesar had to jump from one group to three because Zhang Yang had already hit all the flying saucers in the second group. He couldn't win even if he hit them all. He had to start from the third group.

Caesar made a ready move.

Flying saucer shot...

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

…

After a burst of intensive shooting, when the last flying saucer was hit at a distance of about 60 meters, the moment it landed, everyone breathed a deep sigh of relief.

No one wanted the game to end like this, even Old John hoped that Caesar would not lose too quickly.

It must be said that Caesar's shooting this time was significantly different from the last time, because beads of sweat were already rolling down Caesar's forehead.

This time with nine bullets, Caesar did not shoot easily!

It's Zhang Yang's turn to shoot.

Zhang Yang checked the magazine this time and replenished the bullets that started shooting. This action made everyone a little puzzled. This is the standard US military configuration magazine. There are thirty rounds of bullets in one magazine, which is enough for shooting flying saucers.

, there is no need to replenish bullets at all.

Of course, no one knew that this was a habit Zhang Yang had developed. When being chased, as long as he had a gun, he would keep his magazine fully loaded at all times.

"How many groups?" the staff asked.

"Group six."

"Ah...how many groups?" The staff member thought his ears had heard wrongly and asked repeatedly.

"Six groups!" Zhang Yang said word by word.

"Group six..." The staff opened their mouths wide with an expression of disbelief.

Suddenly, Zhang Yang's rifle was raised and aimed at the staff member controlling the drone.

"Boom!"

The gun rang out, and the staff member froze. The white sunhat on his head was suddenly pulled into the air by a huge force. He felt a chill on his bald head. First he felt sluggish, and then his clumsy body suddenly shook.

He stepped back, took several steps back, and suddenly fell to the ground. He looked at the black hole in the muzzle of the gun raised in Zhang Yang's hand with a horrified look on his face, and his whole body trembled...

The entire shooting range fell into an eerie silence, as if the gun in Zhang Yang's hand could shoot at anyone. A group of Kara's bodyguards touched the guns on their waists but did not dare to move, for fear of causing Zhang Yang's anger due to their too large movements.

There was a misunderstanding, and Kara felt that the shirt inside the suit was already soaked. For the first time, he realized that he was in such a dangerous situation. If this young man wanted to kill him, he had no chance to resist. His gun was too

It's fast, and besides, he doesn't have as many bullets as there are in the magazine!

Caesar's blue eyes were dancing with blue flames, and his hands were trembling slightly. He wanted to raise his gun, but he didn't dare. It was as if there was an invisible force in the air controlling his mind and making him dare not act rashly.

…

"Group six!" Zhang Yang's hand holding the rifle was like a sculpture, motionless and without any expression on his face. However, this expression gave people a heavy psychological pressure.

"Group six!" Old John roared when he saw that the staff member still had a dumbfounded expression.

"Ah...yes...six groups..."

The staff rolled and crawled to the controller to do some work.

Zhang Yang signaled that it’s time to start!

At the moment he signaled, Zhang Yang's thoughts were overwhelming. He felt the energy jumping in the air, the rustling sound of the leaves caused by the majestic wind, and the violent beating of people's hearts.

Every pair of eyes opened wide, as if they were afraid of missing the moment to witness the miracle.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh..."

Zhang Yang's thoughts were firmly captured in the few tenths of a second when the flying saucer shot out of the target trench. His brain was like a high-speed computing computer. He was calculating the angle and position of each flying saucer. He even...

Calculate which flying saucer will land last, and select a priority shooting plan through optimal processing. The crazy calculations make Zhang Yang's fair skin glow with a hint of red, which is extremely weird.

Six groups of eighteen flying saucers were launched in various directions at the same time...

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

…

Eighteen shots, the shooting of these eighteen shots seemed to last as long as a century. People's eyes could clearly see the flying saucers in the sky exploding one by one, and the dust was floating in the breeze...

Quiet!

Quiet!

Eerily quiet!
Chapter completed!