Originally, Zhou Qilong was a little worried, after all, the South Korean team already had a 53% hit rate.

Moreover, Cheng Bin Gao also has a high hit rate of 4 out of 5.

Bet with them, you will undoubtedly lose.

However, after he saw the confident smile on Ye Fan's face, the whole person seemed to become steady.

Ye Fan!

When have you ever let yourself down?

That's right! He's omnipotent!!

Suddenly, Zhou Qilong's mood was also positively affected by Ye Fan.

Seeing that his expression was very serious, he said, "Okay!!Brother Zhou believes you!"

"Thanks, man!"

Ye Fan smiled gratefully, and then he asked Mo, "What about you?"

"Hmph! It's you who loses the bet, and it's you who calls others 'master', I just have to do my job, your bet has nothing to do with me!"

Mo asked the line drawn at the first time, and his face was indifferent, and he looked high.

"Okay, as long as you do your job!"

Ye Fan said lightly.

Cheng Bin Gao saw that Ye Fan and their team had no objections, so he hurriedly agreed, "Okay! Bet on it! Whoever loses will call the other party 'master'!"

"No problem!"

Ye Fan smiled, then patted Zhou Qilong on the shoulder, and said encouragingly: "Brother Zhou!!

"Okay!!Wrap it up on me!"

Zhou Qilong's emotions were infected by Ye Fan, and his self-confidence became full.

He was the first to play.

He was seen lying on the ground, even though he was balancing his breathing.

Don't underestimate breathing, when people breathe, there will be a slight swing in the body.

Perhaps, it is this slight swing that often affects the hit rate.

Seeing that Zhou Qilong was solemn at this time, his spirit was extremely concentrated.

After some adjustment, he felt that his state of mind was at peace, and then his eyes suddenly became tax-profitable.

Finger movement!

The board is maneuvering!

"Bang!!"

A sniper gun rang out, and Zhou Qilong hit a fly.

"Well done!!Captain!"

"Come on!!"

"Captain!

……

The Yanhuang Lion is full of excitement, and a good start is often half the battle.

Zhou Qilong hit one, this is a good start.

Followed by!

Zhou Qilong made another adjustment and completed the remaining 4 rounds respectively.

His results are not bad either!

5 out of 3!

60% Hit Rate!

"Yay!!"

Zhou Qilong played such an outstanding result, even he himself was a little surprised.

With just one player hitting 60 percent, the South Korean side was a little worried.

There are two players left behind, a total of 10 bullets, as long as they hit 5, they will be able to tie their score, if they hit 6, they will be overtaken.

Therefore, the South Korean side has a solemn look.

At this time, Cui Jinsan glanced at Mo Wen seemingly unintentionally, and it just so happened that Mo Wen's eyes also made eye contact with him.

But soon, the two of them looked elsewhere.

"Captain!!Good job!!We've got 3 of them!"

The others stepped forward to congratulate them.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I don't know the final result until the game is over!!

Zhou Qilong said very seriously.

"Oh!"

Mo Wen just responded lightly.

Immediately after, Mo Wen was ready to shoot.

At this time, he seemed to have something in his mind, and the corner of his mouth revealed a strange smile that others could not detect.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Wen also adjusted and fired 4 shots!

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

……

After three shots, Mo Wen turned out to be 0 hits!

Suddenly, the advantage that Zhou Qilong had brought just now suddenly became suspended.

"Damn!!Don't ask that kid what kind of plane he is doing?

"Damn! I knew he was so abnormal, I shouldn't have let him play just now!"

"You say this is a fart, it looks like we're going to lose this round!"

……

The Yanhuang male lions all looked depressed, even if Mo Wen was shot, only 4 were hit when Ye Fan did not appear.

If you want to overtake and win the first place, Ye Fan must hit 5 shots!

100% Hit Rate!

Is it easy?

The Korean gun god Cheng Bingao is so powerful, it's only 4 out of 5!

Therefore, many people believe that the Yanhuang Lion has lost.

At this time, Zhou Qilong's face was very unhappy.

He angrily reprimanded Mo Wen, "Mo Wen! If you don't even hit a shot, you don't deserve to be a Huaxia soldier!!"

"Damn it!"

Mo Wen gritted his teeth.

In fact, the four shots he fired just now were casually fired in order to lose the game.

Originally, he also wanted to shoot casually at the last shot, but he was a little embarrassed when Zhou Qilong scolded him like this.

In case all 5 rounds are lost, how will you explain it after returning to the organization?

So, he was embarrassed and took the last shot seriously.

"Bang!"

Soon, the shots rang out!

Maybe it's the love of Lady Luck, don't ask the last shot!

At present, there are a total of 4 Yanhuang male lions!

If you want to overtake, Ye Fan must hit them all, but everyone thinks that this possibility is very low.

100% Hit Rate!

It is still necessary to fight such a small fly, except for being a super gun god, otherwise it is impossible to do it at all.

Now, the situation of the Yanhuang Lion is very bad.

At this time, even Abshek had to get up.

Although the Chinese team is currently tied with India, if this result is the final result, it means betting on a draw.

No one needs to call each other "master"!

However, Ye Fan and Cheng Bingao's situation is different, if Ye Fan loses all 5 shots, it means that he loses.

In other words, he wants to call Cheng Bin a high "master" in front of everyone.

In order to disrupt Ye Fan's mentality, Abshek deliberately walked over and said provocatively: "Ye Fan! They all say that they are not afraid of god-like opponents, and they are most afraid of pig-like teammates! Your teammates are such rubbish, you should admit defeat!

"Are you happy? At present, our two teams are evenly scored, as long as I get a shot, you still want to call me 'master'?"

Ye Fan said lightly.

"Hmph!!, aren't you going to let yourself lose all five shots?" said Abshek, deliberately disturbing his state of mind.

"Then won't you let me hit all 5 shots?" Ye Fan asked in turn.

"All 5 hits?"

"Haha!!!Haha!What are you kidding? You're not a gun god, how can you hit all 5 shots? Haha!"

Abshek laughed haughtily.

"I said what if!"

The corners of Ye Fan's mouth rose slightly and said.

"Hmph! If you hit all 5 shots, I will kneel in front of you in front of everyone and call you 'master'!!"

Abshek's expression was quite tugging.

"Is that true?"

Ye Fan smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth and asked playfully.

"Seriously!"

Abshek's eyes widened and he patted his chest, as if he were afraid that others would not believe him.

……