After listening to Peng Yixing's words, Wang Jianjun suddenly darkened his face and scolded: "Where do you think the battlefield is? Are you waiting for you to feel and express your feelings after killing someone? You just hid after a few shots. , How can I have time to see if the other side is dead or not? I want to feel the feeling of killing on the battlefield. I think you are living a good life, right?"
As he spoke, he became a little emotional. He immediately calmed down and continued: "I have seen a lot of corpses after every battle, but how can I tell them clearly which ones were killed by me? Let alone the feeling. When I fired, all I wanted to do was live and win this battle with my brother!”
After he finished speaking, he had a look of recollection on his face, as if he was thinking of the scene when he swore when his brother was shot.
Miao Zhishun and his party and Peng Yixing were silent for a while after hearing this.
After a long time, Chen Yicai said: "Okay, okay, don't talk about this." After saying this, he raised his fingers at Peng Yixing: "Pretty boy, let's have a competition?"
Peng Yixing's eyes suddenly turned to Chen Yi: "Who are you?"
Chen Yi pointed his finger at Wang Jianjun and replied, "It doesn't matter who I am. His and I have similar shooting skills. Come and try?"
Peng Yixing immediately agreed upon hearing this: "Okay!"
Miao Zhishun said: "Wow, Mr. Chen, you can't miss it personally. I'll be the referee."
The arena was ready after a while. Peng Yixing put on his goggles and stood at the starting point to adjust his condition and took a deep breath.
A whistle sounded in Miao Zhishun's ear, and he immediately pulled out his gun, rushed into the shooting range, stood up, and pulled the trigger.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
A burst of gunfire rang out, and the people who were watching shouted loudly in their hearts. Peng Yixing's extremely fast speed made everyone feel a burst of thunder and lightning.
Wang Jianjun commented when Peng Yixing was shooting: "Every target is a double tap. Oh, it's called Double Tap. This handsome guy is quite good."
Wu Xinyun also nodded and said: "I have been playing in the gun club for so long and I have only seen Sir Miao and Rick reach this level."
After a burst of bang bang bang, Peng Yixing evacuated the bullet, took off his earphones and looked at Chen Yi. Chen Yi shrugged, picked up a racing gun and came to the starting point.
I still complain about gun racing from time to time.
Competition guns are large and heavy, and must comply with shooting rules in terms of structure. For example, there are strict and specific regulations on the overall dimensions of the gun, the quality of the entire gun, the trigger force, the use of bullets, etc., and the accuracy of each part is required to be very high.
In order to adapt to various usage environments, all parts of ordinary firearms are designed to be relatively conservative. Otherwise, in some specific environments such as rainy days and oceans, they will jam quickly like competition guns.
As the whistle sounded again, Chen Yi immediately ran quickly, rolled and then fired twice. Without looking, he quickly got up, ran a few steps, and then flew to the side of a pile of cement drainage pipes. The gun was inserted into the pipe and fired again. After two shots, he continued to move his position.
Outside the arena, Miao Zhishun and his entourage and Peng Yixing frowned and slowed down their breathing as they watched Chen Yi shoot.
How should I put it? Miao Zhishun and the other guys from West Kowloon looked at Chen Yi's series of actions and felt like they were in a real gunfight.
It seems that the targets are not targets but living people, but something feels wrong. What is wrong? Miao Zhishun racked his brains and thought.
Peng Yixing frowned for a while and suddenly turned pale. At this time, Chen Yi also stopped shooting and walked towards the crowd.
As a result, Chen Yi was a few seconds slower, but Peng Yixing didn't look happy after the victory at all. Although he had some suspicions in his heart, he still asked Chen Yi: "You can obviously be faster, why do you do those unnecessary moves?"
Chen Yi smiled: "You treat it as a competition, for fun, but I treat it as a self-protection skill. Of course it's different."
Peng Yixing froze as if struck by lightning, while Miao Zhishun and the policemen were also silent.
During Chen Yigang's shooting, if you stand from the perspective of the gun target, the first thing you see where there are obstacles is often Chen Yi's hand holding the gun.
In an open place, Chen Yi did not stop when he fired. Moreover, after shooting, Chen Yi never looked at the target and continued to move to the next area. In this way, the gun hit the target.
Peng Yixing and Miao Zhishun recalled the scene in their minds. Although their results were very poor compared to themselves, they still gave people the feeling that Chen Yi would definitely shoot first when they fought against Chen Yi.
Peng Yixing even simulated Chen Yi and himself fighting in the arena in his mind, and his whole body was soaked with sweat in an instant. He would definitely die, and he could only see Chen Yi's hand holding the gun, but not Chen Yi's person.
Everyone felt Chen Yi's murderous aura, which could never be achieved through hard training. Miao Zhishun didn't say anything and patted Peng Yixing on the shoulder.
"Do you understand what Brother Jun means this time?" Chen Yi said to Peng Yixing with a smile.
Peng Yixing finally came to his senses, looked at Chen Yi and said excitedly: "Are you treating the targets here as human beings? And why didn't you check whether you hit or not after shooting?"
"It's not a human being, it's just a personal habit. I used to learn guns from Brother Jun and the others, so I developed this habit. As for not looking after shooting? I have confidence in myself, and even if I don't hit, I will shoot directly Wouldn’t the time saved by running allow us to dodge better?”
Everyone was speechless for a while. Is the last sentence the truth? Miao Zhishun also complained in his heart. He knew you were stubborn, but he didn't expect you to be so stubborn when playing with guns. The first goal was to dodge quickly?
Well, Gou?
Miao Zhishun suddenly shouted: "I know, what did I say was wrong? It turns out you are just a coward! No wonder you always feel like you are avoiding the sight of those targets."
Zhuang Ziqu also teased with a helpless look: "Yizai, don't say you can learn from us, we didn't teach you to be so cowardly."
After the banter, the atmosphere in the arena suddenly relaxed.
Miao Zhishun also continued to tease: "I didn't expect you, Mr. Chen, to be like this...such...how to put it, yes, you are just a coward. Zhuang Sheng is right."
After saying that, he looked at Peng Yixing, who had recovered: "Everyone has his own style. Don't worry too much about different styles. By the way, you will be coming to the IPSC Hong Kong Island Open in a while."
After hearing this, Peng Yixing looked at Chen Yi and his party: "Are you going to participate?"
"I'm not going. I must be counting down like this. Why do you need to ask? But you can participate. I have my own style and you have your strengths. If you are faster than me, you have to use your strengths to be faster than the other party. No, that’s fine.”
After hearing this, Wang Jianjun and the banker brothers complained in their hearts: I believe you are a ghost. You can only fool such a layman. If you really do it, he will probably be beaten to death by you Voldemort without even being seen.
Peng Yixing was disappointed when he heard the first half of the sentence, but his eyes lit up when he heard the second half. He said to Miao Zhishun, "I will definitely go." After saying that, he started to pack his things and prepared to leave.
"Okay, Ziwei has also signed up, so you have to give way to him when the time comes."
"Sir Zhuang is coming too? I think it was Sir Zhuang who asked me to come, right?"
"What the hell, Sir Miao, I can't compare with my brother and the others. Don't think too much of me. I'll ask Sir Miao for more advice in the future."
"Haha, we don't come to gun clubs often, but Ziwei probably comes often. There will be many opportunities for you to communicate in the future."
"That's a good relationship. Let's learn from each other."
At this time, Peng Yixing packed up his things and left the field. Chen Yi looked at him and shrugged, but Wang Jianjun said: "He is not in the right mood."
Miao Zhishun became curious: "What's wrong?"
"It seems that he has suppressed himself for too long. He must have often fantasized about shooting and killing people himself. I am afraid that one day he will either collapse and dare not hold a gun, or he will completely treat killing people as target practice."
"No way, it can't be that serious. Aren't there so many people in the Gun Club all fine? Is he the only one with the problem?"
Wang Jianjun asked again: "What does he usually do for work?"
