Outright Favoritism Chapter 582: : I get used to being abused by her more

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As the flying saucer took off, Wei Lang immediately raised his hand and shot.

Keli Qiao was faster than him, and after a few shots, everything was calm.

Wei Lang also shot, but he only hit the debris of the flying saucer.

On the scene, apart from the sound of the wind, no other movement was heard.

This kind of competition is rare.

Ms. Li alone, in the least amount of time, eliminated the nine most powerful shooters in the second hall.

In fact, after the second game, the result is already obvious.

No matter the number or speed of flying saucers hit, no one can get out of Li Qiao.

In the final result, there were twenty-three flying saucers, and Li Qiao hit twelve.

More than half of the ratio, the winner without suspense.

As the head of the second hall, Wei Lang failed, but he didn't see any decadent look on his face.

He was even very excited, and he wanted to learn from Li Qiao.

At this moment, Li Qiao put the gun on the table, rubbed her wrists, and looked at Wei Lang who was excited, "Palace Master Wei, let me go."

"I dare not dare, I am willing to go down." Wei Lang said while asking someone to replace the Beretta 92F on the table, catching Li Qiao's movement of rubbing his wrist, he tentatively said: "Miss Li, do you want to rest? Rest?"

Li Qiao glanced at Shang Yu, who was not far away. The man in the sun had a gentle look, and she stood still. She didn't have time to say more, and the man had driven his long legs to walk slowly.

He came to Li Qiao's, pulled her wrist and gently kneaded in his palm, and in a flash he helped her massage the position of the tiger's mouth, "Tired?"

Li Qiao stretched his fingers and smiled, "It's okay."

She hasn't played shooting in a long time. Although her technique hasn't regressed, Beretta's recoil still numbs her hands.

Li Qiao lowered her eyes to watch Shang Yu's movements, feeling inexplicably that she had become squeamish.

When she joined the battle with a submachine gun, her shoulders were worn out and blood was worn out and she didn't feel anything.

In front of him, I was content with such care.

The members who watched the battle were alive and forcefully stuffed with dog food.

At this time, Chaifeng leaned against Mochizuki's shoulder, and her legs trembled like a stroke, making her a little unstable.

He thought that he was not afraid of going to Li Qiao's side. Fortunately, she didn't have a gun at that time. Otherwise, his current graveyard grass would bloom? !

……

Five minutes later, the fixed-point target assessment begins.

This level is much simpler. It is only once. Ten people stand in the shooting position and aim at the target. In the end, the one with the highest score wins.

Wei Lang's name of Ten Guns and Baihuan came from this.

Because he basically can hit the heart with a gun.

The Beretta 92F on the table has been replaced with an improved Desert Eagle, with a magazine capacity of ten rounds.

Li Qiao returned to the shooting range unhurriedly. Wei Lang was still next door to her, and the other eight members had already switched to another batch of fixed-point shooting masters.

Wei Lang checked the magazine, and then watched Li Qiao's movement with one hand holding the gun down her side.

His eyes light up, "Miss Li, shall we start?"

Li Qiao adjusted her stance and nodded in response, "Well, let's start."

Following Wei Lang's order, there was a deafening gunshot in the valley.

Except for Li Qiao, the other nine people all aimed at the gun target in front of them and kept shooting uninterruptedly.

Indeed, Wei Lang has ten shots and one hundred rings, not a vain name.

On the gun target 20 meters away, Wei Lang hit all ten rings.

Everyone has finished ten bullets, and Li Qiao hasn't started yet.

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After the gunshots passed, everyone's eyes were concentrated on her.

Under the gentle wind, Li Qiao looked at the bullseye in front of her calmly. No one knew what she was looking at or what she was waiting for.

Weilang Baihuan's results have been released.

This round may fulfill what he just said, as long as Li Qiao can also play Baihuan, then even if she wins.

The result seems to be no more suspense.

But Li Qiao's delay in firing a shot can inevitably make people suspicious. Is she losing confidence?

One minute has passed, and the waiting time is extremely long.

Wei Lang was very puzzled, and the corners of his mouth squirmed, so he tried to ask: "Miss Li..."

Before the words were finished, the gunfire suddenly started.

Li Qiao turned sideways, raised the gun with one hand, and pulled the trigger with her index finger quickly and accurately.

She finished ten bullets in less than ten seconds.

From start to finish, she didn't even blink her eyes.

Not long after, the target was brought back.

Weilang Baihuan, and three other members are also Baihuan's grades, and the others are not bad, with an average of over ninety-five rings.

Immediately, everyone's eyes were fixed on Li Qiao's gun target.

The best result is nothing more than Baihuan.

Then someone sent out a soul torture, "I clearly saw Miss Li fired ten shots. Why does the bullseye only have one bullet hole?"

"What do you mean? The other nine shots missed?"

"It should not be possible. Look carefully, there is really only one, and...Bigger than Hall Master Wei and their bullet holes."

More and more people approached Li Qiao's gun target to observe carefully.

Wei Lang pulled away the members around him in disbelief. After three seconds of concentration, the expression on his face was uncomfortable.

"Li, Miss Li, your ten shots... have all passed through the same bullet hole?"

At this moment, Li Qiao frowned and threw the modified version of the Desert Eagle on the table in disgust. The broken gun was not easy to use at all.

When she heard Wei Lang's words, she replied casually: "It doesn't count, it just keeps shooting around a central point."

The bullet hole in the middle was enlarged after five shots, and she only needed to aim for the next few shots.

Wei Lang touched the bullet hole pierced by the bullet, looked back at Li Qiao, and gave a thumbs up silently.

Shooting is different from other projects. A slight external fluctuation may affect the shooting results.

For example, light, the sound of wind, even a small moth, may make the bullet's trajectory deviate.

Keli Qiao can ignore the influence of all external factors, and let ten bullets pass through similar trajectories with super fast combos.

Even Wei Lang can't guarantee that he can be so accurate outdoors. He seems to have only two or three shots into the same trajectory.

He looked at the gun target, swallowed his throat, turned and walked towards Shang Yu, nodded to report, "Hall Master, Miss Li, passed the first pass."

And yes, there is no suspense.

Shang Yu bent his thin lips without changing his face, and walked by with Wei Lang, and said indifferently, "The people in the second hall, it's time to exercise."

Wei Lang: "..."

Lord, don’t you feel bad when you say this?

Participating in the assessment are all top shooters in the second class, and one enemy ten is not an exaggeration.

Why don't you see how abnormal Miss Li's ability is?

How old is she, young, with such a good technique, she didn't know that she was trained in the wolf den?

Wei Lang stood in place and began to think about life. He suddenly sank his shoulders and saw He Chen sideways. He quickly called out, "Brother Chen."

He Chen patted him on the shoulder and uttered in Li Qiao's direction, "It's okay, don't be discouraged, you will get used to being abused by her more."

Wei Lang: "???"

Thank you, I was stimulated.