"Ninety-nine Rings. Baidu Search Powerful Literature Network"
"One hundred rings."
"One hundred rings, ten sons in a row."
Chen Shanming smiled, and the people in the special operations brigade also breathed a sigh of relief. Although two masters from the police station suddenly appeared this time and defeated them in two rounds, if they beat that guy, they would not be considered a loser. You know
He Zhenzhong has the reputation of being the best sharpshooter in the entire military region.
No one thinks that He Zhenzhong can hit a ten-piece chain with his eyes closed, because it is impossible.
"One hundred rings, ten, ten, ten sub-links."
In an instant, the smiles on the faces of the people in the special operations brigade froze. They wondered if their ears had heard wrongly. He Zhenzhong was injured and was wrapped in a thick bandage. This would definitely affect the shooting and feel. It was also possible to shoot in this situation.
A chain of ten pieces? And he still had his eyes closed.
The other people around him all had their eyes widened and kept gasping, sighing in their hearts that the title of the best sharpshooter in the entire military region was not just blown away.
And the military region chiefs all had their eyes widened. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, I'm afraid they wouldn't believe that someone was actually playing the ten-zi chain with their eyes closed.
And He Zhenzhong was also a little excited, not because he won the special operations brigade, but because he challenged himself and succeeded.
"Military Region Police Officer He Zhenzhong was promoted, and the others were eliminated."
No one has any objection. Although they are all ten in a row, who is better can be seen by anyone who is not blind.
The scene suddenly became excited, and many people were talking in low voices. The annual military region competition is the performance time of the special operations brigade. This year was so interesting. The police general company suddenly rushed up and actually sent the special operations brigade to perform.
It was stepped on.
The faces of a group of people from the special operations brigade were turning blue and red, and they felt aggrieved, ashamed and angry.
Brigadier He Zhijun clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and said to Wang Yanbing, who was the only one to advance: "Don't feel any psychological pressure. Next is mobile shooting. His hand is injured, so it will definitely be inconvenient. You just need to
If you perform normally, you will definitely win.”
"yes."
"Second scene, mobile shooting, flying saucer."
It turned out to be a flying saucer? Fan Tianlei breathed a sigh of relief. The flying saucer would fly out from all angles at a very high speed. He needed to quickly adjust the muzzle. And He Zhenzhong had injuries on his chest, shoulder, and right hand, so it would definitely be inconvenient.
Many people are looking at He Zhenzhong, wanting to see if he will give up. After all, he is injured.
But He Zhenzhong was holding the gun and didn't react at all.
"Wang Yanbing of the special operations brigade, get ready."
"start."
Hoo ho ho.
On the shooting range, flying saucers the size of plates shot out from all corners, spinning and flying rapidly.
Bang, bang.
Wang Yanbing held the gun, turned around, squatted, rolled over, and constantly adjusted the muzzle of the gun.
When the time came, he had shot down one hundred and twenty flying saucers. His whole body was soaked with sweat and his face was a little pale. It took too much energy and physical strength.
"Police call He Zhenzhong, get ready."
"Brother Zhenzhong, are you injured?" Zeng Fan looked at He Zhenzhong worriedly.
"Otherwise, leave it to me and Xiaofan." Huang Boqiang also walked over.
He Zhenzhong shook his head, "I want to try."
After saying that, he walked into the shooting range with the gun in hand.
"start."
Whoosh, whoosh, flying saucers began to shoot out from all around.
Bang, He Zhenzhong hit the first one, then flicked his hand, turned the muzzle of the gun, and with a bang, a flying saucer on his right shattered. Then, he leaned back, and his upper body and lower body were almost at ninety degrees.
After firing, he straightened his waist, then turned to his side, and pressed his right index finger simultaneously, causing a flying saucer to shatter.
He kept changing positions quickly and turning the muzzle of the gun. Slowly, those with sharp eyes could see blood appearing on the white gauze on his right hand.
His wound opened.
But He Zhenzhong seemed not to notice, and continued to hold the gun tightly with his right hand, constantly changing positions and firing.
Bang bang.
Slowly, the blood seeped into the gauze, and blood beads began to drip down.
Moreover, he kept pressing the butt of the gun with his shoulder and kept firing continuously. The wounds there seemed to have cracked open and blood seeped out.
Looking at He Zhenzhong, everyone was silent. They just couldn't figure it out. This was just a game. Is it worth fighting so hard? If it leaves any permanent disability, thank you.
However, He Zhenzhong's expression did not change at all. He kept turning around, running, and shooting with high intensity.
He didn't think about anything else, he just wanted to win, to defeat the special operations brigade in an upright and thorough manner.
Blood splashed everywhere with He Zhenzhong's movements.
"time up."
He Zhenzhong put away the gun, breathing heavily, and his body was already covered in blood.
On the shooting range, there were dark red spots left behind after the blood had solidified.
"Brother Zhenzhong."
"Zhenzhong."
People from the police station gathered around.
"It's okay, don't worry." He Zhenzhong smiled, "Zeng Fan, Brother Huang, I'm working so hard, you can't become soft."
"Brother Zhenzhong, I can't do that." Zeng Fan gritted his teeth and nodded.
Huang Boqiang's eyes widened, "It's not like you look down on others. Do you think you are the only one who can fight to the death?"
"I'm not desperate, I just want to win."
"One hundred and fifty-four."
The people in the special operations brigade were silent. The last time the target practice was carried out, it could be said to be luck, but what about this time? He Zhenzhong won with all his strength, cleanly and thoroughly, without any trace of moisture.
The brigade commander He Zhijun's eyes were even more complicated. Looking at He Zhenzhong who was covered in blood and surrounded by police officers, he thought to himself, is he really wrong? It's not that He Zhenzhong doesn't know how to get along with his comrades.
, otherwise, how could he get along so harmoniously with those people who are connected to the police in such a short period of time?
"Police officer Zeng Fan, get ready."
Phew, Zeng Fan took a deep breath, looked at He Zhenzhong, and clenched his fist, "I also just want to win."
"start."
Whoosh, flying saucers shot out from everywhere again.
Zeng Fan clutched the gun tightly with a solemn expression. He Zhenzhong dared to fight like that despite being injured all over his body. He worked so hard. What reason could he have for not fighting?
Bang bang.
"time up."
"One hundred twenty-three."
Boom, Zeng Fan collapsed completely and fell directly to the ground. His face was pale, sweat was dripping down, and his hands were cramping. He gritted his teeth and lay down for a while. He actually drove away the military doctor and held his own with a gun.
On the ground, he slowly turned back to the police communication station.
few minutes.
Huang Boqiang also gasped and fell to the ground. Although his hands were not cramped, they were still spasming slightly. It was obvious that he had reached the limit that his hands could bear.
Everyone was wondering, when did this police company turn into a desperate company? They all looked at the special operations brigade inexplicably. If Huang Boqiang hit more than 120 flying saucers, then the special operations brigade would be shooting