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Ning Zimo looked helpless and said, "Fu Gongzi, I'm not a prize, whoever wins will be rewarded, what does this have to do with the marksmanship of the competition."

When Fu Peng heard this, he also felt that what he said was not quite right, and hurriedly explained: "Miss Ning, I didn't mean that, I just think that there should be a chance to fight for you!"

As the saying goes, there is no comparison, where does it come from, I can't lose in vain!"

Ye Fan was not interested at all, and said, "Forget it, I don't want to compare."

"You don't know how to use a gun?" Fu Peng frowned, "Miss Ning's marksmanship is very accurate, how can she fall in love with a man who can't use a gun?"

"I will, but I don't need to compare", Ye Fan felt a little annoyed.

Fu Peng said: "In this case, let's compete with me, if it's a man, don't be a mother-in-law, just a little bit!"

If I win, you're going to leave Miss Ning, and if I lose, I'll never pursue Miss Ning again!How about it?"

Ning Zimo said unhappily: "Fu Gongzi, you have no right to interfere with my feelings!"

But a hint of banter flashed in Ye Fan's eyes, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he asked the woman not to speak, "The contest between men is interesting...... I'm not interested in the game, but to prove who is better than a man, I'll play a game with you. ”

Ye Fan felt that no matter how much he cowered, he would be too spineless, especially in front of his own women, it was still necessary to show his dominance appropriately.

Song Xinghe and Lu Jing'er both showed a playful look in their eyes, they both knew Fu Peng's marksmanship, as the founder of the club, he was naturally quite good at shooting, compared to some special forces, it was not much better.

"Ye Fan, you really dare to bet, if you lose later, how embarrassing Boss Ning will be", Lu Jing'er sneered.

Ye Fan glanced back at her, "Wait a minute, who can say clearly?Didn't you also want to see a joke last time, but you ended up being a joke?"

Lu Jing'er's face was ugly for a while, she snorted lightly, and a trace of resentment flashed in her eyes.

The loss of LD Group cooperation made her unable to raise her head in the Lu family, and she was reluctant to go home to live for several days.

Ye Fan smiled at Ning Zimo, "Ning'er, don't worry, I usually won't lose." ”

Ning Zimo couldn't do anything about men, but she also knew that Ye Fan seemed to be casual, but she wouldn't do anything she wasn't sure about, so she wouldn't say anything.

Several people came to the shooting range together.

"Smith Weisson three generations, 0.45 large-caliber pistol, ten rounds of ammunition per person, shooting at a distance of 50 meters, see who has the highest total score, you win", Fu Peng said confidently with a look on the rules.

Ye Fan picked up the pistol and weighed it, it was really original, not a counterfeit, this club is indeed not simple.

"No problem, so who's going first?"

Fu Peng said: "You can say it, I can do it."

Ye Fan shrugged his shoulders, "Then I'll see you fight first, and take a look."

Fu Peng smiled disdainfully, he didn't care at all, picked up the gun, loaded the bullets, opened the safe, and started shooting at a ring target fifty meters away.

"Bang ......"

Fu Peng held the gun in both hands, his posture was very standard, and the frequency of shooting was just right, obviously he practiced regularly.

After ten shots, the system of electronic measurement, directly on a screen above the shooting range, gives a score.

"Eighty-Seven Rings!"

Fu Peng shouted happily and put down the gun: "It's really unfortunate, you met me today in good shape, this is basically close to my highest score, if you give up, I understand."

Eighty-seven rings, basically every one of his bullets, at a distance of fifty meters, can hit an area the size of a palm of his hand every time.

This is very difficult for ordinary people to do, after all, the reaction force of real guns is very strong, not to mention that it is still a large caliber.

Ning Zimo also frowned, her marksmanship was very good in the club, but the results of more than eighty rings were also very rare, and she couldn't help but worry about whether Ye Fan could beat Fu Peng.

Ye Fan didn't speak, he picked up the gun slowly, and loaded the bullets one by one.

He also thought that Fu Peng's level was very high, but he only played more than 80 rings, and he felt that if he scored too outrageously, these people would definitely doubt what he was doing in the past.

Thinking of this, Ye Fan felt that he was almost enough to fight......

Raise your gun, shoot.

"Bang ......"

Ye Fan also held the gun in both hands, as if he was learning from Fu Peng, but in fact, Ye Fan's eyes were not very focused, because of this distance, he knew how to hit the target with his eyes closed.

After ten rounds, Fu Peng hurriedly pressed the statistical button.

"Eighty...... Eight!?" Fu Peng gritted his teeth and read out the numbers, unable to believe his eyes.

Ye Fan grinned, "I'm sorry, I narrowly beat you."

"You...... You're shit luck!" Fu Peng scolded.

Ye Fan sighed, "Could it be that you want to admit it?"

Fu Peng looked unwilling, but it was difficult to refute, so he could only say: "Let's compete again, two wins in three games!"

Ye Fan waved his hand, "I said that the winner of the game will be decided, and you change the rules, I don't play with people who are untrustworthy."

"You ......" Fu Peng thought that he would not be able to chase Ning Zimo in the future, and his face was full of reluctance.

Lu Jing'er on the side looked at Song Xinghe, rolled her eyes, and said: "That's it, as a good friend, our Xinghe will come to play for Fu Peng, if Xinghe wins you, the bet just now will be canceled, and nothing happened."

As he spoke, he also stretched out his hand to caress Song Xinghe, and said in a coquettish voice: "Xinghe, you have to help Fu Peng, he lost too unjustly."

Song Xinghe was dissatisfied with Lu Jing'er's assertions, but he didn't show much of it.

When Fu Peng heard this, he quickly high-fived and said, "This proposal is good! Ye Fan, don't you compare with me, dare to compare with Mr. Song?"

"Are you still finished?" Ye Fan sighed: "Besides, this comparison is not good for me at all."

Song Xinghe narrowed his eyes, thought about it for a while, and said, "That's it, if I win, Ye Fan, the result of the match between you and Fu Peng will be canceled."

If I lose, I'll give you a million, and this million will be a small gift from me as a friend. ”

Fu Peng smiled and patted Song Xinghe's shoulder, "Old Song, you are so interesting!

Ye Fan couldn't help but feel strange, this Song Xinghe wanted to compare with him so much?

"You can be careful, Mr. Song's marksmanship is one of the best in the club, and he often scores more than ninety", Ning Zimo reminded on the side.

Ye Fan didn't care about this, and said: "Since they are all so sincere, then I'll compete again."

After loading the bullet again, Song Xinghe picked up the gun, held it in one hand, and began to shoot calmly.

After ten gunshots were fired neatly, Song Xinghe didn't look at it and walked away.

"I'm slot!Old Song, you can!!!

(三七 Chinese.)