Merry local special forces

"No, it's impossible!" Seeing the yellow paint on the brows of the lurking staff, Xiao Xu frowned in disbelief and said, Damn, does this Young Master Yang in front of him have real strength, or does he really have this kind of strength? Shit luck?

Speaking of strength, at a distance of more than 900 meters, even if you open your eyes, it is impossible to hit the lurker's eyebrows. How did he do it?Could it be that in the world, there is really shit luck, eyes closed, aiming in any direction at random, and can hit the enemy's eyebrows?

"I said, the game is over!" Yang Jun said lightly, turned around, and walked off the high platform!

Looking at Yang Jun's figure, he didn't know if it was an illusion or what, Xiao Xu felt that the person in front of him was not as simple as he appeared on the surface!Xiao Xu reluctantly shook his head, he always believed that this was an illusion!

"Haha, Xiaojun, great job!" After Yang Jun stepped off the high platform, what greeted him was Yang Weihong's admiration!

Although Yang Weihong doesn't know why Yang Jun has such superb skills, even with his eyes closed, he can accurately know the enemy's position and shoot the opponent's forehead, but he knows that Yang Jun is not relying on this time Luck, but real strength!Extraordinary extraordinary superb strength!

Seeing Yang Weihong's expression of admiration for Yang Jun, Xiao Xu couldn't help feeling jealous, and looked at the yellow paint on the lurker's eyebrows. This was undoubtedly a shame to him!

"Hehe, Young Master Yang, you are so lucky!" Seeing Xiao Xu coming to Yang Jun's side, he said to Yang Jun with a smile on his face.

Yang Jun shrugged indifferently, and said lightly: "Maybe!"

This posture, to Yang Jun, may be a habitual action, but in Xiao Xu's eyes, it means contempt.

There was a strange look in his eyes, and soon, the look flickered and then converged.

"Grandpa, can we start the next match now?" Yang Jun knew that the shot he closed his eyes just now was not enough to deter the members of the blood wolf life and death team.If you want them to completely surrender to yourself, then you must defeat them one by one, and lead them to be more perfect.

Yang Weihong nodded and said, "Next time, let's try moving marksmanship!"

Then, everyone followed a small officer and soldier from the headquarters to a huge playground.

There is an ambulance and two motorcycles on the playground. The one who will compete with Yang Jun later is a member of the blood wolf life and death team named Hong Gang. Among so many people, his mobile marksmanship is the most accurate, so he will be the one to compete. Compete with Yang Jun!

Mobile marksmanship, that is, the target and yourself, while moving at high speed, shoot and kill the target successfully, that is mobile marksmanship!

For example, the patient in the ambulance is your target, so if the ambulance is moving at a speed of [-] per hour, if you want to successfully kill the target, you have to ride a motorcycle, which is almost the same speed as the ambulance When shooting, shoot accurately to kill the opponent. This is a very precise type of marksmanship. A slight deviation will lead to a big mistake.

But now, what Yang Jun wants to attack is not the people inside the ambulance, but the ten-ring target on the ambulance.When the ambulance is moving and you are driving a motorcycle with yourself, the person who hits the higher number of rings on the target is considered a winner.

"Master Yang, I hope you don't let me down!"

Yang Jun and Hong Gang came to the side of the two motorcycles, only to see Hong Gang stepped on the motorcycle and said to Yang Jun disdainfully.

Hong Gang's mobile marksmanship, out of ten shots, one shot can hit the tenth ring, four shots can hit the ninth ring, and five shots can hit the eighth ring!His grades are among the top in the Blood Wolf Life and Death Team. Facing Yang Jun, there is no pressure at all for him!

Yang Jun shrugged indifferently, and said lightly: "It's too late to admit defeat now!"

Hong Gang frowned. Although he didn't know where Yang Jun got the courage to say such a thing, but for many years in the special forces unit because of his outstanding mobile marksmanship, people complimented him everywhere he went. Now he heard someone Questioning his own marksmanship, provoking himself, he was so angry in his heart, he gave Yang Jun a look that you are doomed, started the motorcycle, and exhaled the gas pedal!

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." A puff of black smoke came out from the exhaust pipe of the motorcycle, which was enough to prove that the horsepower of this car was very huge!

At this time, a member with better driving skills got into the driver's seat of the ambulance and started the car.

"Start!" With Er Gouzi's shout, the ambulance "boomed", like a bow and arrow that had been flying suddenly, and rushed out quickly. According to visual inspection, the speed per hour was at least over [-]! .

"Hoo hoo hoo..." I saw Hong Gang slammed the accelerator a few times. The roar of the motorcycle was relatively loud. In addition, the accelerator was twisted too much all of a sudden, and the tires turned violently, hitting the ground abruptly. There were a few black marks rubbed against it, and then it galloped out fiercely at the speed of a sword.

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