Movie Variety Show: Extraordinary Witch Pendant

Chapter 400: Waving is not an apology, you still need to practice

Zhang Lang's office is still located in the building of the regional police station. The scene at work every day has not changed. He is still in a dead mood and leaves work on time. Only after passing all the original team members will there be some changes.

Speaking of Miao Zhishun in Gun King, his appearance was not much different from what Zhang Lang saw.

This guy always has a self-righteous expression, which makes Zhang Lang sneer at him. His "pretentiousness is like the wind, always with me" behavior is really uncomfortable to see.

However, this guy is a decent character, just a little indecisive, and one of his characteristics is that he likes to be jealous of people who are better than him.

Unlike Ling Jing, who is famous as a sniper, Miao Zhishun is good at using a pistol.

Because of this, when he and Zhang Lang met for the first time, Zhang Lang decided to give this kid a warning and hit him in the area where he was best.

They immediately agreed on a time and went to the shooting association where Peng Yixing was for an exciting solo duel.

With the detailed and professional explanation of gun modification master Peng Yixing, Zhang Lang quickly understood the specific process of their daily competitions and the key points of each rule.

Zhang Lang just listened to this information casually and easily figured out the clues. He already knew how to deal with this contest.

It has to be said that the firearms modified by Peng Yixing are indeed unique.

In particular, the trigger of the gun was unusually light, a design that was obviously only suitable for highly skilled experts.

If an average person tries to operate it, there is a high possibility that dangerous situations such as accidental discharge may occur due to the inability to accurately control the force.

Therefore, those who can skillfully use the guns modified by Peng Yixing are undoubtedly masters in the true sense.

As for Zhang Lang, who was hanging on the wall, he was an even better master among masters. His superb marksmanship and extraordinary skills had been personally verified by a group of fierce bandits, which was really amazing.

Is the sun shining?

Quite bright.

The shooting association's training ground was bustling with activity.

It is impossible for a beauty like Ou Yongen not to be present for this event.

Peng Yixing had the honor to serve as the referee of this shooting competition, while Ou Yongen, one of the many shooting enthusiasts, came to watch as an enthusiastic spectator.

At this time, Zhang Lang and his new subordinate Miao Zhishun appeared on the field together, ready to start a wonderful competition.

Although it was just a friendly match with a friendly atmosphere on the surface, Miao Zhishun secretly wanted to teach this new boss a lesson.

Zhang Lang had already made up his mind to go all out and show off a little bit of his strength.

After Miao Zhishun quickly put on his professional shooting equipment, he couldn't help but feel puzzled.

After all, the person standing in front of him was his direct superior Zhang Lang, and as far as he knew, Zhang Lang had never come into contact with this type of air gun before.

So Miao Zhishun said politely: "Mr. Zhang, how about I go first?"

Zhang Lang waved his hand nonchalantly and responded easily: "Whatever, it's all right!"

Hearing this, Miao Zhishun no longer hesitated and started doing warm-up exercises on the spot.

He first did several sets of standard push-ups in succession, then quickly completed several squats and stand-ups, followed by a series of smooth chest expansion exercises, hip rotations and waist stretches.

Seeing Miao Zhishun going to such great lengths to warm up before the game, Zhang Lang on the side couldn't help but mutter to himself: "If I didn't know it was just a pistol shot, after seeing this set of movements, I would have thought this guy was going to do a fully armed 10-kilometer cross-country race. It actually took such a long time to warm up!"

Miao Zhishun, who was concentrating on warming up, suddenly noticed Zhang Lang's slightly strange look and felt a little embarrassed. He could only smile awkwardly, then turned his gaze to Peng Yixing, who was holding a stopwatch, looking focused and serious, and waited quietly for his announcement of the official start of the game.

With the referee's order, the first round of the competition officially kicked off! The atmosphere on the field was tense and solemn, and all the contestants were fully focused and ready to go.

The first to appear was Miao Zhishun, whose playing style was relatively stable.

He was seen standing upright, holding the gun tightly in both hands, staring intently at the target in the distance.

When the referee gave the command to shoot, he pulled the trigger without hesitation. With a loud bang, the bullet flew out like an arrow and accurately hit area A of the target - the key part with the highest score.

Immediately afterwards, Miao Zhishun quickly changed his position, lay on the ground, and fired again. Another shot hit the target, still landing steadily in area A.

He repeated this over and over again, and every shot showed his solid basic skills and stable mentality.

In the end, he completed all the shooting in ten and a half seconds.

However, such speed is not particularly outstanding among many masters.

In comparison, Zhang Lang, who appeared next, performed exceptionally well.

At first, he looked very relaxed and calm, even a little nonchalant.

But after he carefully observed Miao Zhishun's shooting process and listened to Peng Yixing's explanation of the key points of firearms modification, he seemed to be reborn in an instant.

From the moment Zhang Lang took over the gun that Peng Yixing had modified, he exuded a completely different and powerful aura. His figure was as agile as a ghost, his movements were as smooth as the wind, and there was no delay or hesitation in his every move.

From aiming the gun to pulling the trigger, and then to quickly changing the magazine, the whole process is done in one go, like a wonderful performance.

Especially the movement of changing magazines, which was as fast as lightning and dazzling, and there was no time to see clearly what he was doing.

What’s even more amazing is that every bullet fired by Zhang Lang seemed to have eyes and flew straight to area A of the target without missing.

He had just the right rhythm for his shooting, not too hasty to cause mistakes, nor too slow to waste time.

Just like that, under the astonished gaze of everyone, Zhang Lang completed all the shooting easily and in just nine seconds and three seconds.

As soon as the result was announced, the whole audience was in an uproar.

You know, this result not only far surpassed other players, but also broke the long-held record of the shooting association in one fell swoop!

There is no doubt that in the first round of testing marksmanship, Zhang Lang was far ahead with absolute advantage and became the well-deserved focus.

Absolutely far ahead.

After all, for most ordinary people, fixed target shooting may not be as difficult as imagined. However, if one wants to be able to not only hit the target every time, but also shoot so fast like Zhang Lang, it is an unattainable and arduous task.

This is like driving a car to accelerate in a straight line. On the surface, it seems easy, but in fact, top drivers who can really increase the speed to the peak limit are as rare as rare treasures.

The second round of competition that followed focused on testing the contestants' ability to respond and their sharp intuitive reactions. This round required the contestants to complete the shooting action when there were obstacles blocking their sight, which was quite similar to the "blind sniping" in the game to some extent.

At this time, Miao Zhishun still had a glimmer of hope in his heart, and had not yet clearly realized the huge gap between himself and Zhang Lang.

He thought to himself that he hoped to catch up or even overtake his opponents in the second round with the rich experience he had accumulated over the years.

When Miao Zhishun finished the second round of shooting, Zhang Lang watched him silently and waved to Miao Zhishun gently again.

"This is too easy!" Zhang Lang muttered softly, his words revealing his disdain for the ease of this competition.

Feeling that it was too boring to just go through the competition step by step, Zhang Lang closed his eyes in front of Miao Zhishun without hesitation.

A jaw-dropping scene appeared: although his eyes were closed, every shot Zhang Lang fired still hit the target accurately.

Those obstacles that should have been obstacles seemed to not exist at all in Zhang Lang's eyes at this moment.

There is no doubt that he is like an invincible man with a plug-in, directly activating a magical skill like perspective.

After firing the last bullet, Zhang Lang waved at Miao Zhishun again.

Waving my hands is not an apology, but a reminder that I need to practice more.

Peng Yixing, a gun modifier, was so excited to see the good results his modified gun achieved that he took the air gun from Zhang Lang.

Zhang Lang straightened his wrinkle-free clothes, his elegance never goes out of style.

Seeing that Miao Zhishun seemed a little autistic, Zhang Lang didn't want to discourage his new subordinates too much. After all, he still had to rely on them to do the work.

"You're already great, really."

Miao Zhishun has a constipated expression on his face, an old man, a mobile phone, and a subway.

"Sir, you don't have to say this."

Zhang Lang waved his hand again: "I'm not trying to comfort you. I might be a talented player, hahaha."

"Maybe. I've been practicing for so long."

Zhang Lang raised his eyebrows. The preparations before the fight were not so thorough.

The super long pre-swing plus the zero-frame start plus the close-range use of the ultimate equals to killing him in an instant!

Forget it. Zhang Lang smiled and said, "It's fine to play this kind of competition. After all, in real combat, you are not a target that won't fight back. There's no need to compete in the third round. You take a few people to bring Wei Jixiang back to the police station and lock him up first. There's no need to interrogate him. When the time is almost up, just tell him the news that there is a problem with his factory."

"What's wrong with Wei Jixiang's factory?"

"Don't ask about this for now. Just tell him that there is a problem and let him go back and check it himself. We will send someone to keep an eye on him and that's all." Zhang Lang waved his hands up and down. This action directly interrupted Miao Zhishun's idea of ​​continuing to ask for clarification. This action was too invincible. He felt that he was directly superior to him.

It turns out that they are not on the same level.

"Understood. I'll take someone to do it right away."

"By the way, if he hires a lawyer, let his lawyer call me." Zhang Lang stopped Miao Zhishun who was about to look for Wei Jixiang and explained the matter to him.

"If he finds a lawyer, we won't be able to detain him, Sir Zhang. Will this cause you trouble?"

Zhang Lang smiled without saying anything, looked at Ou Yongen and snapped his fingers.

Ou Yongen looked at Zhang Lang with admiration, and when she heard the snap of fingers, she touched her chin and retracted her perverted expression.

She raised her hand and answered questions like a good student in class: "I can help you with this. If he needs to find a lawyer, I will arrange an intern who is not very good at business for the person you mentioned."

Zhang Lang waved his hand again and again: "No, you have to arrange something expensive for him."

"Ok, no problem. I'll definitely help you with this."

"Okay, Officer Miao, you go first." Zhang Lang knew from the looks on Peng Yixing and Ou Yongen that these two people had something to say to him, so he let Miao Zhishun go to work first.

Peng Yixing looked at Zhang Lang eagerly, as if he had seen some rare treasure.

Zhang Lang knew that this kid also wanted to compete with him.

"Want to play with me?"

"May I?"

"That depends on whether you have any chips to play with me." Zhang Lang is not a philanthropist, nor is he a bootlicker for others. He is an out-and-out gambler.

whee.

"I do not have money."

"You have the ability." Zhang Lang pointed at Peng Yixing and smiled crookedly.

"My ability?"

"Yes, shooting ability. If you lose, you can go to my security company to be a shooting instructor. If you win, I will give you a check and you can fill it in as you like."

After Zhang Lang finished speaking, he actually took out a check from his pocket.

In Ou Yongen's eyes, Zhang Lang seemed to have colorful light on him at this moment, dazzling and eye-catching.

"Can I join in too?"

Zhang Lang glanced at Ou Yongen. The girl's eyes were watery with desire, naked desire for his body.

This girl is not a pure person.

"What do you have to bet?"

"I can be your company's legal counsel, your exclusive legal department."

"Okay, here's the check for you."

Ou Yongen was stunned for a moment, took out a pen, and under Zhang Lang's gaze, filled the empty box with the number nine.

The corner of Zhang Lang's mouth twitched, this girl.

"Is this okay?" Ou Yongen said with a giggle.

Zhang Lang waved his hand again and again: "It's not a big problem."

Less than a billion, small problem.

"Hey, let's get started."

No matter how the competition goes, Zhang Lang will win, there is no suspense at all.

"In a shooting competition, hitting the target 8% of the time is not the most impressive thing. If you can hit the same target with two bullets in the shortest time possible, and the two bullet holes are aligned to form a figure , it is called a double top in professional terms. This is the most impressive thing in a shooting competition."

Zhang Lang nodded to show that he understood and waved his hand again.

Waving goodbye doesn't mean rejection, it means no more words.

Start directly from zero frame.

This time, Zhang Lang did not use an air gun, but took out a Black Star. The recoil of a real gun is much greater than that of the air gun used in shooting competitions (please don’t blame me if you don’t understand).

After a series of gunshots.

Zhang Lang emptied the Big Black Star magazine in his hand. On the target that was still shaking gently in the distance, two neat rows of bullet holes showed what had just happened.

Oh my god, I can't criticize this, this is really powerful.

"It's your turn." Zhang Lang twisted his mouth.