The American nigger ‘Beamon’ is a retired American soldier who once served in the U.S. Navy SEALs!
As a retired commando, 'Beamon' was hired by 'Adebik' with a large sum of money to become one of his bodyguards. He became an important figure around 'Adebik' and was also the captain of the bodyguard team. His marksmanship
He once won the first place in an international competition and carried out many sniper missions without ever failing. Today Qi Tian wanted to compete with him in marksmanship, and the stakes were lives. Bi Meng was disdainful of Qi Tian's bold behavior.
After a quick glance, he already thought in his heart that this arrogant Chinese would be defeated miserably at his own hands.
'Ed Bick' and 'Ed Danny' both looked at this impulsive Chinese in a funny way. Is he really not afraid of death? Is he too arrogant?
All the bodyguards looked at Qitian's 'Behemoth' as if they were laughing as they walked to one side of the grassland. Even the bodyguards hired by Hill sneered because Qitian just said something that was harmful to the people.
Their dignified words are: "American soldiers are trash!"
There are five target players who throw the flying saucer, and five referees who are responsible for reporting the target. Of course, these people are the bodyguards of Hill and Bick. For the sake of fairness, Hill deliberately let his own bodyguards participate in the event to prevent mistakes or false reports.
Black Behemoth picked up a pistol on the table, and then placed more than a dozen magazines. After completing this series of actions, he said sarcastically: "Mr. Qi, you are gambling with your life.
I would be too embarrassed to kill you if you lose!"
Qi Tian also placed a dozen magazines on the table, but he did not move the pistol on the table. Instead, he sat down and picked up a glass of red wine and tasted it slowly. When he heard Beamon's sarcastic words, he suddenly
He laughed loudly: "Don't worry, if you lose, I will beat your head without hesitation!"
"Huh, let's start!" Behemoth glared at Qi Tian angrily.
"Both sides are in their positions, ready to start, countdown to three seconds!" A target reporter started timing.
"three!"
"two!"
"Huh?" The target reporter stopped and did not shout for the last second because he saw that the Chinese was still sitting there drinking red wine without holding a gun or standing up. Did he want to give up the competition?
At the same time, Edhill and his three brothers also saw Qi Tian's unconcerned look. Edbek and Danny were nothing, but Edhill ran over quickly: "Oh my God, what do you want?"
What are you doing? Don’t you want to compete?”
"Hill, please go back. I know what's going on and we can start!" Qi Tian nodded to the target reporter.
"Hmph, it seems you want to die!" Beamon raised his pistol with both hands, aiming towards the sky, preparing to shoot the flying saucer.
"One! Start." The target reporter glanced at Qi Tian funnyly, meaning to see how you would die soon.
"Bang, bang, bang..." The five people were still throwing flying saucers very fast, but the nigger Beamon's shooting skills were faster. Every time a flying saucer flew into the sky, Beamon would beat it up within three seconds.
, and the five counting referees there also kept shouting the number of flying saucers Behemoth beat.
"Thirty-two……"
"Thirty-three……"
The reporter kept reporting the number of people shot down by Beamon.
Edbick saw that the nigger was close to fifty flying saucers, and the Chinese was still drinking there, with no sense of competition at all: "Oh, brother, Danny, he was frightened.
Right?" Piccolo shook his head pretending to be pity.
"Bick, don't get too proud too soon. No matter whether Mr. Qi loses or wins, I won't allow you to touch a hair on his head." Hill was already sweating profusely. Doesn't Qi Tian know how to play?
A gun? Or he didn’t intend to compete at all, but why did you agree if you didn’t intend to compete?
"Brother, this is your fault. If you are willing to accept defeat, will the Chinese not admit it?" Piccolo looked at his elder brother with a strange look.
"Hmph..." Hill continued to snort coldly, while he was also mentally calculating how to let Qi Tian escape this disaster.
"Brother, Beamon is almost forty-eight, haha!" Edbeek happily drank a glass of wine against Danny.
"Forty-eight!" The reporter accurately reported the number of flying saucers shot by the nigger Beamon. Beamon is worthy of being retired from the Navy SEALs. None of the flying saucers thrown in the sky missed and fell to the ground. All of them hit, and
He changed the magazine very quickly, and while they were talking, Beamon hit the forty-eighth flying saucer.
When Qi Tian heard the counter reporting forty-eight, the red wine he was drinking suddenly paused, and then he took another sip of wine.
"Forty..." The reporter subconsciously was about to call forty-ninth when he suddenly felt something was wrong, because that nigger Beamon didn't fire.
"What's going on?" Black Behemoth turned his head. Before he could shoot, the flying saucer exploded in the sky. What did this mean? It meant that he was hit by this Chinese.
At the same time, the three brothers of the Amity family also stood up. The scene just now was so fast that they did not see Qi Tian's movements clearly. They only heard a gunshot from Qi Tian, and then the forty-ninth
A flying saucer was beaten violently.
"Uh...first one!" the reporter reported Qitian's target number.
Seeing Qi Tian take action, all the bodyguards became energetic, and the five people who threw the flying saucers also became energetic and prepared to throw the next round of flying saucers.
Suddenly, the five throwers threw five flying saucers together, spinning in the air. Beamon quickly aimed his gun at the trajectory of the flying saucer, but just when he was about to hit the flying saucer, he suddenly found that the flying saucer he was aiming at had been hit.
And the five flying saucers were basically beaten at the same time.
"The sixth..." The reporter had already stuttered. This Chinese was too fast. He hit all five flying saucers in one second? Did his eyes see it wrong?
"Yeah, my God, that's great!" Edhill, who was far away, raised his glass.
After the thrower was briefly distracted, more and faster flying saucers came out in a rush.
"Bang, bang, bang, bang..." Qi Tian held the magazine in his right hand and held the pistol in his left hand. After another round passed, Beamon broke into a cold sweat because he had not fired since Qi Tian fired.
One shot, that is to say, he is still above the number of 48 flying saucers.
"Mr. Qi, No. 40..." Now all the bodyguards looked at Qi Tian with horrified eyes. Qi Tian's marksmanship was so good and his shots were so fast. Beamon, who was the best in marksmanship, had no chance to shoot.
"Damn, why is this kid so good at shooting? We can't let him win!" Thinking of this, Piccolo secretly winked at the thrower, who nodded understandingly.
Another round of flying saucers was thrown out, but this time the flying saucers were thrown at low altitudes. Some of the people throwing flying saucers were even obviously cheating. They did not throw the flying saucers hard, but gently threw the flying saucers forward. Look.
It seems like a flying saucer can only fly a few meters before falling down.
Qi Tian just sneered at their actions. He was not too fussy or impulsive. Instead, he used extremely fast and accurate marksmanship to hit the flying saucer they took off. Moreover, one of the throwers' flying saucer hit him right after he took the shot.
He was beaten violently in front of him, and the thrower was so frightened that he sat on the ground.
"Fifty-first!" When the target reporter reported the fifty-first number, there was still a spinning flying saucer in the sky. Qi Tian didn't hit it, nor did the nigger who was soaked in sweat, because even if he put it
If the flying saucer fights violently, Qi Tian still beats both of them.
"Ninety-nine flying saucers, Mr. Qi beat 51 and Beamon beat 48. Mr. Qi won!" The reporter reluctantly told the referee's result.
"Xiaotian, you are so experienced. Your marksmanship is simply superb..." Hill happily ran towards Qi Tian. At the same time, Danny also walked over with the woman, and Piccolo also looked a little embarrassed.
passed.
"Mr. Beamon, you lost, do you have any last words?" Qitian sat down again, completely ignoring the other niggas who touched their hands on his waist.
"I..." Black Behemoth didn't know what to say, but looked at Edbek for help.
"Mr. Qi, we are all a family, don't take it seriously, come on, let's have a drink!" Edbeek winked at Beamon, meaning to let Beamon go.
"Losing means losing, I can only say sorry!" While talking and laughing, Qi Tian raised his pistol and shot Beamon in the head. "Bang"...
No one thought that the Chinese man in front of them beat Beamon's head violently while speaking, and blood and brain paddles were splashed all over Danny's girlfriend!
"Ah..." The woman screamed and fainted completely.
At the same time, Ed Hill and Ed Beak, who were stunned there, heard several more gunshots. The gunshots were fired from all over the sky, and they were fired from the guns in the hands of the nigger bodyguards.
"Bang..." After the gunshot, all the bodyguards covered their hands because their guns had been shot away by Qi Tian...
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