Super God Gene Chapter 300: Can you hit it?

"Who?" Han Sen had noticed Yang Manli's small gesture very early on, but he didn't mean to reveal it.

"Yang Zikun, grandson of Yang Xiuwen, a demigod member of the House of Lords." Yang Manli told Han Sen directly about Yang Zikun's situation.

Yang Zikun entered the shelter as an adult more than ten days ago, and randomly entered the steel armor shelter, and then the steel armor team received the above order to help this Yang Zikun as much as possible and protect his safety .

Yang Zikun was born in a famous family, and his cultivation and quality are good, but the 16 or 17-year-old Maotou boy has such a noble background, and he has been outstanding since he was a child. Although he looks very humble and polite, he decides everything It is difficult for others to change his mind.

And Yang Zikun is obviously too confident in himself, or he likes to challenge high difficulties. Just a few days after he came to the shelter, he already thought about challenging mutant creatures. The bad gamblers followed them for a few days. I was almost scared to death by Yang Zikun.

Yang Manli also tried to convince Yang Zikun to let him take it step by step and not be too aggressive, but it was completely useless to Yang Zikun.

"Only when you challenge between life and death will you have a deep understanding. The martial arts that are realized from the limit is the true meaning of martial arts..." Yang Manli didn't know where Yang Zikun heard these words, but she It is really incapable of persuading Yang Zikun.

If there is no order above, Yang Manli would be lazy to control his life and death, but now she has to find a way to convince Yang Zikun, otherwise, if he dies, the team will not be able to pay for the punishment.

"Leave it to me, I'll go see that Yang Zikun early tomorrow morning." Han Sen hung up the communicator with a smile.

In the early morning of the next day, Han Sen entered the Steel Armor Shelter. It was still dark. He actually saw Yang Zikun. This guy actually practiced darts there early in the morning.

Yang Manli introduced Han Sen to Yang Zikun. Yang Zikun is indeed very cultivated, sunny and confident, and a big child who is easy to like. At least in Han Sen's view, this is just a child.

"Captain Han, if possible, I hope you can arrange for someone to take me to the dark swamp to practice." Yang Zikun was very polite, but what he said made people frown.

Not to mention Yang Zikun, a person who has only been in the shelter for more than ten days, even if he is full of mutant genes, not many dare to go to the dark swamp, and even fewer can come back.

Yang Manli frowned slightly and was about to speak to dissuade Yang Zikun, but was stopped by Han Sen's gesture.

"Young Master Yang, why do you want to go to the Dark Swamp?" Han Sen asked Yang Zikun with a smile.

"The dark swamp is infested with poisonous insects, which is just right for me to practice darts." Yang Zikun patted his dart bag, which contained two rows of darts. At first glance, it was a high-grade product with a very high content of Z-steel.

"It turns out that it is indeed a good choice to go to the dark swamp to practice darts, but I think your dart skills are not very good, you are not up to the level of going to the dark swamp, go to the green grass forest first to get copper Let's practice the tooth beast." Han Sen said casually.

"You haven't seen my dart skills, how do you know I can't?" Yang Zikun frowned slightly, obviously dissatisfied with Han Sen's arbitrariness.

"It should be said to be a dart player's intuition." Han Sen said with a smile.

"You also practice darts?" Yang Zikun looked down at Han Sen and seemed to be very suspicious of this. Han Sen didn't even have a dart bag on his body, so he didn't look like a dart player.

Han Sen didn't answer Yang Zikun, smiled and said: "Well, I'll point you to a target, if you hit, I'll have someone take you to the dark swamp, if you don't hit, you'll listen later. How are my arrangements?"

"Yes, but the target must be within 20 meters." Yang Zikun is obviously very confident in his dart technique.

"You can stand as close as you like." Han Sen said, and took the suspicious Yang Zikun to the shooting range used by the marksmanship team, which contained many targets.

Han Sen walked into the shooting range, pulled an archery target from the ground, hugged it to the front of the other archery target, and inserted the previous archery target 30 cm in front of the other archery target.

The target is round, with a diameter of about 60 to 70 centimeters. Now the two targets are inserted in a line by Han Sen. From the front, the target behind can no longer be seen.

Don't say that Yang Zikun doesn't know what Han Sen means, Yang Manli and the other members of the Marksman Group who are watching are also looking at Han Sen who came back with a puzzled look, not knowing what he wants to do.

"Can you hit the red heart at such a long distance?" Han Sen walked to Yang Zikun and asked, pointing at the target he had inserted there.

"Of course there is no problem." Yang Zikun looked at Han Sen and replied.

"I'm talking about the red heart of the target at the back. Can you hit it here?" Han Sen said again.

Yang Zikun frowned immediately~IndoMTL.com~ looked at Han Sen and said, "Captain Han, aren't you trying to embarrass me? The two archery targets are so close together, even with arc darts. It might hit the heart of the target at the back."

"What if I can hit it?" Han Sen looked at Yang Zikun with a smile and said.

"Captain Han, you don't want to hit the target ahead, do you? If that's the case, I can do the same." Yang Zikun pursed his lips and said.

"If I hit the target in front of me, I will lose." Han Sen said lightly.

"Okay, if you can stand here without touching the target in front and hit the heart of the target in the back, I will listen to what you say." Yang Zikun thought about it for a while before looking at Han Sen said slowly.

"It's very thoughtful." Han Sen smiled, turned to the arrow target, pointed to himself and said, "Can I stand here?"

"Yes." Yang Zikun looked at Han Sen suspiciously.

This man's confidence made him a little shaken, but no matter what Yang Zikun thought, Han Sen couldn't hit the target behind, the distance between the two targets was too close, even if he could hit the arc dart, At most, he could only hit the edge of the target at the back about ten centimeters or so, which was still a long way from the little red heart. Yang Zikun couldn't think of any way to hit the red heart at the back.

He doesn't believe that Han Sen can do it, but seeing Han Sen's firmness and composure makes him a little suspicious and a little curious, wanting to know what this man wants to do, or what this man wants to do. What trick.

But Han Sen never thought about using any tricks at all, and dealing with such a child was not worth his tricks at all.

Han Sen took out a ghost flame butterfly dart made of Z-steel and shot it at the target. (To be continued..)u