Everyone looked shocked as they watched the dust in the air gradually being blown away by the breeze.

The speed is too fast, unbelievably fast.

Eighteen shots!

Eighteen shots were fired in a row, and the gunfire was dense and excessive without any hesitation. What made everyone even more frightened was that Zhang Yang's face always had a relaxed expression, as if there was no pressure at all.

There seemed to be a strange atmosphere filling the air at the shooting range, and everyone's minds were controlled by the rifle in Zhang Yang's hand.

"Please!" Zhang Yang's polite voice broke the silence.

The young man with blond hair and blue eyes had a flushed face, and his eyes were no longer as clear as before. It was an indescribable feeling.

pressure!

Huge psychological pressure oppressed Caesar's heart and every blood vessel. His confidence was gone after Zhang Yang shot eighteen bullets.

Everyone felt the huge pressure from Caesar. As Caesar raised the muzzle of his gun and got ready to shoot, the air became more and more oppressive. Everyone felt like their hearts were hanging high, and they were very uneasy.

How many groups will Caesar choose?

"Group seven." Just when everyone was thinking, Caesar reported his shooting data. His voice was hoarse, making people feel helpless. Suddenly, everyone felt that this young man had something.

It was a bit pitiful, even Karadu sighed deeply. Obviously, he made the wrong decision to let Caesar participate in the competition. This contempt is likely to be a fatal blow to Caesar's confidence. That person who was cultivated in Iraq and Afghanistan

This confidence will be seriously damaged by his failure.

Seven groups, twenty shooting targets, can Caesar hit them?

Caesar did not call start. He put down the raised gun, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

Caesar was under great pressure. He felt his fingers trembling. When his fingers pressed the trigger, they no longer felt as steady as before, but there was a slight slip.

He had to take deep breaths to stabilize himself.

He can't lose, no!

Finally, Caesar opened his eyes, the confident expression returned to his face again, raised his gun, and signaled...

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

…

Bullets were shooting like hailstones...

"Peng!"

"Peng!"

…

What's weird is that this time the design creates an illusion to everyone's vision, as if the bullets exploded in half in the air. The bullets fired and the explosion of the flying saucer formed two dense sounds, just like there is a kind of power.

It separates the two sounds and makes them extremely clear...

This is no longer shooting, but a performance.

The twenty-first target, the flying saucer has flown seventy meters away...

Wen and Wu's pupils shrank suddenly, and Su Dafeng felt his heart jump to his throat. Everyone saw that the flying saucer was about to land.

Time seemed to freeze again.

All eyes are fixed on the flying saucer that is about to land...

"Bang!" There was a crisp sound.

The flying saucer exploded in flight among the lightning flints that landed on the ground, just like in slow motion. People saw that the angle of bullet shooting was very small in parallel with the ground. After the flying saucer broke, the grass was stirred up by the bullets.

Defeated!

Defeated!

With this shot, Caesar had actually lost. The moment the bullet hit the flying saucer, the lower half of the flying saucer had already reached the top of the grass...

Caesar stared blankly at the grass in the distance. There, seventeen or ten meters away, was the farthest flight distance of the flying saucer. He still lost. Although this was his best performance, the fact is,

He still lost!

Caesar's blue eyes showed a trace of disappointment. This was his only chance to enter the core of family power, and it was his best design, but he still lost.

No!

No!

He hasn't lost yet, he still has another chance, because Zhang Yang only shot eighteen targets, and he, even if the last flying saucer was not, he also shot twenty targets...

Caesar's spirit perked up.

"Sir, it's your turn, please!" Hope burned in Caesar's eyes again.

"Fourteen groups!" Zhang Yang smiled slightly and reported the number.

…

Suddenly, the air became extremely strangely quiet, and people felt that their hearts and blood had stopped flowing.

Fourteen groups, everyone's eyes were filled with incredible expressions. This is a shocking statistic. You must know that just now Caesar was already beyond his capabilities with only seven groups. The last goal was controversial, but Zhang Yang actually

One surname doubled the number.

At this time, everyone suddenly discovered that each increase in Zhang Yang's shooting was twice that of Caesar's shot, and it increased again and again...

If Zhang Yang is not a genius, he is a lunatic.

However, it is obvious that the possibility of being a genius is much greater than that of a madman.

"Yes... yes... I'm sorry..." The drone control employee touched his bald head.

"Huh?" Zhang Yang frowned.

"No, no... Dear sir, there are fifteen multi-directional flying saucer drones, and every three drones are in a group. In fact, there are only five groups, because considering unexpected situations, there will be two spare groups in the target trench.

So, seven groups is already the most, there is no way there are fourteen groups..." The bald black American was so frightened that Zhang Yang looked at him and backed away. His eyes looked at the rifle in Zhang Yang's hand with fear, for fear that he would shoot again.

shooting.

"This... is a pity." Zhang Yang shrugged and looked at Old John with a regretful expression.

Everyone couldn't help but look at Old John, showing a disappointed expression. Even Carla and Caesar wanted to see how Zhang Yang shot fourteen groups of fifty-two flying saucer targets.

"Is there any way?" Old John looked at the black man, a little depressed. When he was originally excited, he was poured cold water on him.

"Yes..." The black man hesitated for a moment.

"Say!" Old John's eyes lit up.

"Actually, a target drone can be used to launch flying saucers continuously, but..."

"Just what?"

"Because they are not launched at the same time, but closely followed. Although the time difference is very small, in fact, there is still a difference. Moreover, because the same target drone is ejected multiple times, it is easy to cause chaos in the sky..."

"Let's start!" Zhang Yang interrupted the black man. He didn't want to waste time on this.

"Yes, yes..." The black man nodded repeatedly. He had already been frightened by Zhang Yang's shot close to the scalp and lost his temper.

The shooting range became quiet again.

People miraculously discovered that after Zhang Yang said he was ready, he closed his eyes and put the rifle on his shoulder.

Zhang Yang's thoughts have formed a huge sheet, like the sky, covering every inch of space and every person in the shooting range.

Zhang Yang felt the black man's hands trembling.

Zhang Yang felt Caesar's hands clenching into fists and exerting force unconsciously, while Old John looked at him with excitement.

Among them, the only ones thinking were Kara and Su Dafeng. Instead, they lowered their heads and seemed to be thinking about something.

The most enthusiastic person was Ruan Wenwu, with his eyes wide open. Zhang Yang felt that his heart was beating powerfully and his blood was boiling...

Everyone is looking forward to, looking forward to...

Awesome!

Zhang Yang moved. Before the black man controlling the target drone made a sound, Zhang Yang's hand moved, and the rifle was like a wisp of smoke in the air...

Lifting the gun, aiming...the movements were like flowing water without any hindrance.

"Boom!"

What makes people feel weird is that Zhang Yang actually fired, and the time he fired almost suppressed the black man's shout, as if he knew that the black man had activated the switch.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

…
To be continued...