What is a slap in the face!

It's called a slap in the face!

I thought that a 30% hit rate was a great one, but people directly hit a 46% hit rate.

What's even more annoying is that Ye Fan deliberately grabbed this matter and came over to provoke himself.

"You...... You, you!"

Abshek was so angry that he couldn't speak.

"Brother, you have injuries on your body, don't get excited, if you burst your blood vessels, it will be dangerous!!"

Ye Fan smiled, and his words seemed to be caring, but he was actually ridiculing.

"Hmph!!!, you're going to hit 46 percent from the field, I'm afraid you don't even have a 30 percent shooting percentage. ”

Abshek blushed with anger and his neck was thick, and the green tendons on his neck were bulging one by one, as if he was very unconvinced.

"Are you ready, then?"

Ye Fan asked inexplicably.

"What am I going to prepare? ? " Abshek asked curiously, stunned.

"You're going to hit 120! I'm afraid we'll scare you to death with our hit rate!

Ye Fan smiled evilly, as if he was very confident.

"You...... Are you cursing me?" Abshek asked angrily retorted.

"No!!!I'm just giving you a heads-up, if your veins explode, it's going to be a big problem!"

Ye Fan spread his hands helplessly and said.

Damn it!

You just burst blood vessels, your whole family bursts blood vessels!! Why are you so vicious, you always want me to burst blood vessels?

Abshek was so angry that his lungs were about to explode.

Seeing that he took a few deep breaths, and after adjusting his mood a little, he said coldly: "Ye Fan!!, or let's make a bet!"

"Bet on what?"

Ye Fan asked with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Bet on the hit rate of our two teams, if your hit rate is higher than ours, I will call you 'master'! If you are lower than us, then call me 'master' as well, dare?"

Abhishek said angrily.

In fact, that's how he thinks about it.

Ye Fan is very skilled, but it doesn't mean that his marksmanship is also good, and this competition is a team competition.

Just because one person is good at marksmanship doesn't mean that others can do it too!

It is said that no one is perfect!

He didn't believe that Ye Fan's marksmanship was as powerful as his skills!

So, he decided to take a gamble.

So that I can let myself out of the evil breath that I was injured yesterday.

"Oh, aren't you afraid that you will lose?" Ye Fan said with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Hmph, I'm not afraid, because you're at the bottom!"

Abshek laughed, as if he decided that the Yellow Lion would lose.

"Okay!!Since you want to call me 'Master' so much! Okay! I promise to bet you!"

Ye Fan smiled faintly.

"It's a deal!"

"It's hard to chase a horse!"

In this way, the two made a bet.

At this time, it was the turn of the Korean players to play.

The South Korean side sent a team led by Sung Bin-gao.

Sung Bin Gao is known as the first gun god in South Korea.

South Korea sent him to compete to ensure the first place in the event, and on the other hand, they also wanted to send him to compete for the individual championship.

In terms of fighting, Ye Fan may have the advantage, but in terms of firearms, Cheng Bingao is the number one gun god in South Korea.

Because of the firearms competition, the person who hits the most flies, in addition to adding points to the team, the individual results are also based on hitting the target.

Therefore, once Cheng Bingao hits the flies many times, there is still a good chance of winning the first place.

And for the sake of insurance, the South Korean side deliberately arranged Cheng Bingao to be the last.

After the start of the game!

The two players who came out in front of each hit 2 flies.

At present, South Korea has one player left without playing, and has already hit 4 flies, catching up with the trend of the island nation.

Soon!

It was Cheng Bingao's turn to appear.

I saw lying on the ground, focusing on the camera.

After a few seconds of adjustment!

He suddenly pulled the trigger!

"Bang!"

A sniper gun rang out, and the bullet hit a fly.

"Yay!!"

"Bingao is really the No. 1 gun god in Korea!!"

"Marksmanship is like a god, isn't that exactly how he is described?"

……

The Korean players were all excited, as if they were happy to win the championship.

Followed by!

Cheng Bingao adjusted again and fired 4 shots in succession.

It took him 5 or 6 minutes!

At last!

His results surprised many people.

4 out of 5 shots!

Oh, my God!!

In such a short period of time, I actually won 4 of them!!

Gun God!

It is worthy of being the first gun god in Korea!!

Suddenly, many people were shocked by Cheng Bin's proud achievements.

The Korean team, under his extraordinary performance, hit a total of 8 flies.

The hit rate is 53%!

No. 1 in the ranking for the time being!

In terms of personal results, Cheng Bin's outstanding achievement in 4 out of 5 has made many people believe that he is the first place in this firearms competition.

Seeing that the Korean team was so good, Zhou Qilong's expression was very solemn.

If South Korea won the first place in this competition, they will have the advantage in the next competition.

Perhaps Cheng Bingao also saw the worried expression of the Yanhuang Lion, and in order to increase their psychological burden, he deliberately walked over to provoke.

"Ye Fan! I know you are very good at fighting, but I want to tell you very clearly that the first place in this item is our Korean team!

Cheng Bin is quite arrogant.

"Brother Ye!!Don't pay attention to his provocation, he is deliberately disturbing our emotions. ”

Zhou Qilong reminded.

"Brother Zhou, don't worry! I won't fall for his agitation!"

Ye Fan smiled.

Then, Chao Chengbin glanced at him and said lightly: "First place? Gun God? Hehe!! We haven't played yet, how do you know that your Korean team will be the first?"

"The results are there, do you still have the faith to surpass us? Haha!! Don't make this kind of international joke, okay?"

Cheng Bin laughed loudly, as if he recognized himself as the number one.

"Oh, why don't you make a bet too!" Ye Fan smiled faintly at the corner of his mouth.

"Bet?"

Cheng Bin frowned, and asked curiously, "What is the bet?"

"I made a bet with Abshek just now, if anyone has a low hit rate, they will call the other party 'master', do you dare to bet with me too?"

Ye Fan smiled and said.

"I hit 4 out of 5! Are you sure you want to bet with me?"

Cheng Bin stared at Ye Fan incredulously.

Oh, my God!

I've got such a high hit rate, and he still wants to compare with me? Is there something wrong with his brain?

"Sure!"

Ye Fan shrugged and said.

"Brother Ye!!...... You're taking a risk!" Even Zhou Qilong was very surprised, wanting to stop Ye Fan's crazy bet.

"It's okay, Brother Zhou, let's show the world what a gun god is!"

Ye Fan smiled.

Between the eyebrows, there is a sense of confidence!

That's right!

It's self-confidence!

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