bdsm-fiction Chapter 152
Chapter 152
In a breath, ten shots hit the humanoid target in front of him with great accuracy.
Bullet holes suddenly appeared on the target's head.
Obviously, Zhang Yi's shooting skills were extremely accurate, and the entire shooting action was extremely smooth and efficient. Each recoil and muzzle lift were adjusted rapidly, and he aimed again and again.
Regular and accurate.
Like a robot, he pulled the trigger according to the edited program without any mistakes, showing the results of his hard-trained training.
This is completely different from Su Ming's rough shooting skills.
If Su Ming's shooting is like the violent aesthetic sculptures standing in St. Petersburg.
Then Zhang Yi's shooting is like the exquisite crafts hidden in the museum.
There is no question of who is better or worse, these twenty bullets all hit the vital points.
But only Zhang Yi knows that although his shooting skills seem to be comparable, he has already lost miserably.
Put aside the difference in experience between the two.
Su Ming was holding a 12.7 caliber pistol, while he was holding a 9mm caliber pistol.
The difference of these three millimeters was like a world of difference.
And this could not be caught up with by hard work.
Zhang Yi looked at Su Ming's arms, which were as thick as his thighs, and felt helpless.
"Draw!"
After listening to the results reported by the staff, the Army Chief strode to the side of the two and looked at Su Ming with admiration, as if he was admiring some peerless treasure.
After a while, he praised sincerely: "Su Ming, you are really a peerless genius!"
Genius?
Su Ming shook his head secretly in his heart. He also had a lot of experience given by the system to achieve such results.
Compared with Zhang Yi, a real gun king, this is really far inferior.
Su Ming was a little embarrassed, especially when praised by a big leader like the Army Chief, his old face was slightly red.
"Zhang Yi! Your shooting skills are still as sharp as ever." Director Zou also walked down from the spectator seat and smiled at Zhang Yi.
Zhang Yi didn't feel anything about Director Zou's praise. He had faced too many leaders and had long been numb.
He nodded politely to Director Zou, then turned his head to look at Su Ming.
Zhang Yi wanted to see if this big guy was still so good in IPSC shooting.
"Come on! Su Ming, let's start the next game!"
"Come on!" Su Ming, who received Zhang Yi's invitation, seemed very excited.
After these few shots, he couldn't let go of this giant in his hand.
The IPSC competition seems to have many and complicated rules.
In fact, it is running shooting, one target and two shots. The closer the bullet holes are, the higher the score will be. At the same time, the shorter the time, the higher the score will be.
This time Zhang Yi chose to shoot first.
The shooting range has eight groups of human-shaped targets, with a total length of 100 meters.
Zhang Yi has also taken off the upper body uniform that may affect his speed. He is only wearing a white close-fitting sweatshirt, and his dark and tight muscles are angular.
At the same time as the referee pressed the stopwatch, a sound of "start" also kicked off the prelude of the competition.
Zhang Yi instantly turned into a flash of lightning and rushed out like a wild horse. He arrived in front of the first target in two steps. After slowing down and pausing for a moment, almost at the moment he stood still, the dark gun in his hand made two popping sounds.
Two bullet holes appeared on the chest of the target a few centimeters apart.
The dark horse continued to rush to the next target with the gun without waiting for the "hit" prompt sound!
Two more gunshots...
Zhang Yi's name is worthy of the feather. His entire running movement is light and powerful, integrating the whole set of running and shooting movements.
Even his breathing is coordinated with the movements of running, pausing, shooting, and changing bullets.
Especially after magnifying his score on the target on the display screen.
The whole venue is full of hissing sounds of inhaling.
It seems that everyone has turned into a snake and python, and the sound of spitting out their tongues together.
None of the sixteen shots missed the target, the farthest was only about ten centimeters, and the closest reached an astonishing several centimeters!
This kind of shooting can really be described as terrifying.
The title of Gun King is well deserved.
"Zhang Mowang's shooting is still so scary!" A police officer wearing black goggles exclaimed sincerely.
"Are you kidding? Do you really think the title of Gun King is given for nothing? It's so terrifying!" Another young police officer took the opportunity to speak.
"And Instructor Zhang himself is flexible, and he ran a hundred meters in one go! Coupled with this gun skill, it's really amazing."
As the saying goes, an expert can tell whether it is good or not as soon as he makes a move.
After a hundred meters, there is only no.
Whether it is the Army Chief or other city bureau leaders at the scene, they can see some differences.
Not to mention how Zhang Yi's shooting skills are, just the running speed is far away.It is not something that ordinary people can compare to, and in addition, they have to shoot at targets while running.
Su Ming's size is like the Hulk. It is probably easy for him to run, but it is difficult to stop.
Over 400 kilograms and a height of 2.3 meters. The huge potential energy brought by it is definitely not easy to stand.
Everyone can't help but worry about Su Ming. His burly figure, which used to be an advantage, has now become a shortcoming.
But he didn't think of these when he stood in the shooting range.
After the staff arranged the targets, with a shout at the beginning.
Su Ming stepped out with his thick thighs, like an armored tank.
People seemed to feel a slight tremor when the shoes of more than 50 yards stepped down.
One step is equivalent to three or five steps of ordinary people, which is exaggerated and scary!
After a few steps, he arrived in front of the first target, but Su Ming didn't show any sign of slowing down, and continued to accelerate!
"Fuck! Did Su Ming forget to shoot?" A police officer was sweating profusely. Seeing Su Ming about to step over the first target area in two steps, he shouted anxiously: "Slow down and aim!"
Slow down and aim?
Su Ming grinned, and took out a revolver from his waist with his thick and long arms. In order to save time, he did not even stretch his arms and fired directly from his waist.
Bang bang, two shots!
Then he rushed straight to the next target, and the whole process was like an athlete in a 100-meter race.
His huge body hid the entire shooting action.
If it weren't for the two deafening gunshots, people would not know that Su Ming had fired!
It was not until Su Ming ran to the second target that the sound of the first target hitting was broadcast.
The scene was instantly out of control!
Fuck!
Is it okay to shoot like this?
After six shots, Su Ming's speed still did not slow down, and his figure seemed to leave an afterimage.
Although he was running fast, Su Ming swung his hand holding the gun, ejecting six empty bullets from the magazine along with an unfired bullet.
Before the shells fell to the ground, he wiped them with his other hand and replaced the bullets almost instantly.
With a metallic click, the magazine returned to its position again.
Bang!
Two more shots were fired!
The entire process of reloading took almost no more than a second.
This terrifying speed of reloading made it difficult for the people in the spectator seats to see clearly.
They only saw Su Ming's footsteps and the sound of gunfire, after the sixth bullet was fired.
The seventh and eighth bullets followed one after another!
They instantly pierced the target.
This undoubtedly caused people to exclaim again, "Fuck! How can he still have bullets!"