Arrogant!

TM's arrogance!

I've seen arrogant people, but I've never seen such arrogant people!

Abshek was so angry that he was about to vomit blood.

Doesn't it mean that the Chinese people are very modest and low-key? But why is this guy in front of him just dragging like this?

Forget it, and TM say it to be angry with yourself.

Nima!!

Is there a bully like you?

Abshek's heart was aggrieved for a while, and he was almost about to suffocate into internal injuries.

Fortunately!

At this time, the opening ceremony began, and he could take the opportunity to find a reason to divert his attention.

At this time, an obese man appeared on the rostrum, and he was the person in charge of the South Korean organizers - Choi Jin-san!

"Everyone, I'm very happy that you can participate in this international competition......"

Choi began to talk eloquently.

A few minutes later!

After he finished his opening remarks, he began to read out the contest program.

"Everyone, this time the competition is the same as the previous ones, divided into individual competition and team competition, a total of three competitions, namely fighting, shooting, and field combat, the first place in each event, the team competition will add 10 points, the second place will add 7 points, and the third place will add 5 points; and today's competition is a firearms competition, each team of players will send 3 players to participate, each team has 5 bullets, and the team with the highest target score is the first place! If you have any objections, you can raise them now!"

Choi explained.

After he finished speaking, he saw that no one at the scene had any opinions, so he opened his mouth and announced, "Okay! Since you have no objection, then I will announce it!"

After Cui Jinsan's first order, the game officially began.

According to the rules of the game, each team sent 3 players, and the Yanhuang Lions sent a lineup represented by Ye Fan, Zhou Qilong, and Mo Wen.

At this time, Zhou Qilong summoned Ye Fan and them and held a short meeting.

"Don't ask!I'll play first, you'll be second, and Brother Ye will be the last!!!Understand?"

Zhou Qilong briefly explained the order of appearance.

"Why don't you arrange for me to be the last?" Mo Wen was a little dissatisfied.

"Because Brother Ye is our trump card, with him pressing the formation, our chances of winning are better!"

Zhou Qilong said very seriously.

"But ......"

Mo Wen still seemed to be unhappy, and when he was about to refute, Zhou Qilong reprimanded him very seriously, "I said before the organization came, I am the commander of this operation, and everything must be subject to my arrangement!

"Understood!"

Although Mo Wen was very unhappy in his heart, he had to obey Zhou Qilong's arrangement due to military orders.

Zhou Qilong saw that Mo had no opinion, so he asked Ye Fan, "Brother Ye, do you have an opinion?"

"No! I've always obeyed the arrangement!"

Ye Fan shrugged his shoulders and said.

"Okay!!The arrangement is so decided!!For the sake of the country!!Everyone should cheer together!" Zhou Qilong said encouragingly.

"Okay!!Come on!"

The three of them high-fived and cheered.

Soon!

The race is on!

The first to appear is the Indian player!

Wounded, Abshek was left to fill the role of a military advisor, and he sent his best snipers to participate.

At this time, a burly man in military uniform brought them to the shooting table.

The Indian players glanced ahead and saw that there was no dartboard within a few hundred meters in front of them, so they asked with a stunned face: "Sir, where is the target?"

"There!!"

The officer stretched out his hand and pointed his finger at a wooden plank a few hundred meters away from the shooting pad.

"Sir!!, what are you telling us to shoot at that red circle of planks?"

Someone asked suspiciously.

"There is a fly fixed on each plank, a total of 15! Whoever hits the most flies will be the first place in this event. ”

The chief explained.

"What? flies?"

"Oh my God!!

"This ...... It's too difficult!!"

……

Suddenly, all the contestants exclaimed.

Although the sniper rifle has a scope, the size of the fly is so small, and if you want to hit, the requirements for marksmanship are very high.

At this time, Zhou Qilong smiled slightly bitterly, "I have shot a lot of birds, but it is the first time I have heard of shooting flies with a gun!!Brother Ye! Are you under pressure?"

"Stress?a little!!"

Ye Fan smiled modestly.

"Hmph! I knew this was the case, you didn't have to wait in the back just now!!"

Mo Wen seized the opportunity and took the opportunity to ridicule.

"Oh, if you're in the back, can you guarantee that you'll hit a few flies?"

Ye Fan was not angered by his words, but asked lightly.

"I ......"

Suddenly, Mo Wen became a little embarrassed.

"Hehe!!, I can't tell you, right?" Ye Fan smiled faintly.

"Hmph, then how many can you guarantee to hit?" Mo Wen snorted coldly, and then retorted.

"I, I don't dare to say it, but at least it's more than you!"

Ye Fan is not easy to bully, he shouted unceremoniously.

"Hmph!!I don't know how thick the sky is! I won't even hit one of them, don't make people laugh!"

Mo Wen sneered disdainfully.

"Then let's take a look!" Ye Fan spread his hands helplessly.

"Hmph!

Mo Wen snorted coldly, but secretly made up his mind in his heart: Damn!!How long have I seen you kid arrogant?

After a few minutes of preparation!

The three players from India are competing.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

……

Bursts of sniper guns rang out, and after a round of shooting, only five were hit on the Indian side.

15 rounds!

Only 5 hits!!The hit rate is only 30%!

You can imagine how difficult it is to hit any fly.

Despite hitting only 30 per cent of the shots, Abhishek was satisfied with his team's performance.

Seeing that his expression was very angry, he deliberately walked in front of Ye Fan's eyes and said provocatively: "Ye Fan!!You also saw it just now, we can all hit 5 of such a small fly!

"Dude, did you teach math by your PE teacher? 30 percent shooting, you're proud?"

Ye Fan smiled slightly bitterly and said teasingly.

"Of course proud!!Do you think anyone can hit 30 percent from the field?"

Abshek said very arrogantly.

……

Half an hour later!

The island nation also finished the race, and their results were better than India's.

15 rounds of bullets, hit 7 flies!

About 46% hit rate!

Seeing Ye Fan at this time, who is happier with a smile.

He reached out and patted Abshek on the shoulder, and teased him, "Dude, what did you just say? A 30 percent hit rate is very good? Do you know how to write the word '矗'?"

……