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Chapter 293 Show marksmanship

At this moment, Yang Fei immediately squatted down on his knees, his muscles all over his body tightened, and his sharp eyes were locked on the end point in front. His whole person looked completely different from the lazy look just now.

Seeing this situation, Leshan immediately felt a very special feeling in his heart. Could it be that Yang Fei really had two intentions?

Just when he was confused, Yang Fei had already started, and instantly ran out like a cheetah, almost as fast as he could.

"Why so fast?" The original discussion disappeared without a trace at this moment, and their eyes were all focused on Yang Fei.

"Hurry up!" The SWAT team members responsible for watching the target were also stunned. When they reacted, they immediately shouted and simultaneously pulled up the target they controlled.

"Squeak!"

The two targets lying on the ground in front stood up at this moment.

"Peng!"

Yang Fei's eyes were still fixed on the finish line, and without even looking, he fired directly at one of the targets.

The target that was hit was a blue target, and the target that was not hit was a red target. Yang Fei made an instant judgment with the corner of his eye.

Almost in an instant, there is no hesitation, especially when shooting, it is as if there is no need to aim, the gun is raised instantly, the trigger is pulled, and the flow is very smooth, without the slightest pause.

It rushed several meters in one second. The two SWAT team members responsible for pulling the target did not have enough reaction time. They kept pulling the target and could not stop for a moment.

Intense gunshots rang out in the training ground. Facing the targets that suddenly stood up one after another, Yang Fei's movements were still so fast, still so fierce, and he was sure to hit the target.

Especially when changing bullets and loading, the speed is faster, just like a Chinese who has been using chopsticks for decades, picking up chopsticks is as easy and simple.

"It's so fast. Running at such a speed requires a lot of energy, and you have to shoot and change bullets at the same time. Is that a programmed robot?"

All the SWAT team members were stunned. When they wanted to express any opinions, the gunfire had stopped and Yang Fei had already appeared at the end point.

"Squeak!"

Behind you, the last blue target slowly stood up. Only when it stopped could you see that there was a bullet hole in the middle.

When Yang Fei just passed by it, the target had not completely stood up, completely interfering with Yang Fei's vision.

But he still fired and ran to the finish line without looking back.

It was over. A group of special forces members, including elite special forces members, all stared with their eyes wide open, as if this was the most incredible scene they had ever seen in their lives.

This is completely beyond their knowledge and common sense. They are all people who have touched guns and know how difficult it is to do this.

It is already very difficult to shoot statically, let alone shoot dynamically, and shoot at such a fast speed.

Forget it, some targets cannot be hit, and points will be deducted if you hit them. In such a situation where there is interference, it is more difficult to shoot well in their eyes than to reach the sky.

At first they all doubted whether Yang Fei was shooting casually, but after careful observation, they discovered that this was not the case.

On all the red targets, they could not see a single hole yet, which meant that Yang Fei most likely did not hit the red target.

In other words, the entire shooting process just now was not a random shooting, but a carefully considered one.

"One minute and thirty seconds!" At the same time, Wu Yang also reported Yang Fei's shooting data. This was a data that shocked all the SWAT team members present.

"One minute and thirty seconds is twice as fast as the deputy team's speed. How is this possible?"

The SWAT team members couldn't believe their ears. They walked over to Wu Yang and looked at the timer. Sure enough, it was more than a minute.

Even Leshan himself couldn't believe such a huge time difference.

"For such a long distance, even a normal run would take more than a minute, not to mention shooting at the same time."

"The question is, with such a fast speed, do you have time to aim and shoot?"

"You didn't see that when he was shooting just now, he didn't pause or aim at all. The whole process was very fast. According to my feeling, he is probably an expert shooter."

"Nonsense. I've been playing with guns for more than ten years. If you don't aim properly, you won't be able to shoot accurately. I think it's probably just random shooting."

"There's no need for everyone to argue. We'll tell you the ring number later, won't you know?"

Some SWAT team members also began to argue.

After a while, the SWAT team member responsible for calculating the number of rings came over with a cautious look on his face.

"How's it going? What's the number of rings?" Someone asked immediately because they couldn't wait any longer.

"Five hundred rings." After a while, the data he reported shocked all the SWAT team members.

"How is it possible? The total number of rings for all the targets here is only 500. Unless he hits all the targets, and each time it is 10 rings, and he does not hit the target that deducts points."

Unbelievable eyes were all focused on Yang Fei. There was nothing we could do about it. Leshan had only scored more than 300 rounds just now, and it also broke the record of the SWAT team.

We must know that that record has been maintained more than ten years ago until now. It shows how difficult it is to break that record and how valuable Yang Fei's Grand Slam is.

"Even the deputy team member who has been playing guns for decades can't shoot such a number. How could he possibly shoot it? You must have seen it wrong. I'll go over and count it."

The elite SWAT team members also expressed great doubts about such results. They walked towards the target and carefully counted the rings on it.

The more they looked, the more shocked they were. Every bullet hit the center without any deviation.

Even Leshan himself was very suspicious and stepped forward to check. When he came back, there was no doubt on his face.

On the surface, he still looked very calm. He didn't want others to know the shock in his heart. He had never seen such a powerful marksmanship before.

With such skills, even if they were placed in elite concentration camps in some special departments, they would probably still be among the best.

"The first competition is over. Leshan, do you have any questions about the result?" Wu Yang asked with a smile.

"Winning or losing is a common thing for soldiers. Sometimes it is not difficult to shoot well and produce good data, but I still congratulate you. You won the first game," Leshan said.

This sentence is very interesting. He did not admit that he lost to Yang Fei, but that he was out of shape. At the same time, he also said that the reason why Yang Fei was able to achieve such results was entirely due to good luck.

"Yes, I, Yang Fei, have always been a very lucky person. I can win whenever I get lucky. I'm just curious. Captain Leshan has been playing with guns for so many years. Doesn't he have better luck?" Yang Fei laughed.

This sentence was regarded as a small counterattack. Leshan's face darkened. He originally wanted to find a step for himself, but he didn't expect that Yang Fei just didn't want to give him a step down.

Generally, no matter who it is, Yang Fei will step down for the opponent, but people like Leshan must fight first and then salute, otherwise they will be suppressed in the future.

Yang Fei is very clear about what kind of person should use what kind of routine.

"The next competition is the sniper rifle." Seeing that the atmosphere was not particularly good, Wu Yang was also afraid that Yang Fei would make everyone's relationship too tense, and said: "How are you going to compete in the sniper rifle part?

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"In long-range shooting, everyone has three chances to shoot. Choose the one with the best shot for comparison."

This time, Leshan did not let Yang Fei choose first, and directly reported the rules of the game himself. It seemed that he had become serious, and it seemed that he wanted to get rid of Yang Fei quickly.

"Yang Fei, what's your opinion?" Wu Yang continued to ask.

"Whatever." Yang Fei waved his hand and said, "You come first?"

"Bring the gun over." Leshan didn't refuse at all. A SWAT team member immediately brought over the sniper rifle. There were a total of three bullets in the magazine.

The two SWAT team members walked to where the target was, placed a target, and then made a shooting gesture.

With a gun in hand, Leshan's whole aura was different from before, exuding strong confidence. Years of shooting experience made him extremely confident, even arrogant.

"Assault is not the deputy team's best specialty. What is really powerful is the sniper rifle. Our police team's record for the first place in sniper rifle range is our deputy team's 800-meter ten-ring record!"

The SWAT team members started talking again. From their words, Yang Fei understood why Leshan showed such strong confidence in the sniper event. Ten rings at 800 meters was indeed a very powerful figure.

Leshan checked the range, then came to the location of 750 meters, measured it carefully, and then squatted down. From the look of him, he wanted to start from 750 meters!

"Peng!" Without any hesitation, Leshan took aim and then fired directly, and the bullet rushed out of the barrel.

"Ten rings!" The SWAT team member responsible for checking directly reported such data, and those SWAT team members applauded.

"It looks very relaxed. The vice team seems to be in very good condition today. I wonder if he can break his previous record."

"Not bad." Leshan was also very satisfied with the result. This time he reached the position of 850 meters.

The previous record he held was 800 meters, which he had never broken. Today, he felt so good that he could give it a try to see if he could challenge his own record.

Moving to a position 850 meters away from the target, Leshan lay on the ground and aimed at the bullseye with a sniper scope.

"Peng!" The gun rang out, and bullets rushed out of the barrel.


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