My Cold and Beautiful Wife - Chapter 127

[Chapter 0127 Ninety-eight]

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Ning Zimo looked helpless and said, “Mr. Fu, I’m not a prize. Whoever wins will be rewarded. What does this have to do with marksmanship in the competition?” When Fu Peng heard it, he also felt that what he said was not quite right ,

so he quickly explained: “Miss Ning, I don’t mean that, I just think that there should be a chance to fight for you!

You can’t lose indistinctly!”

Ye Fan was not interested at all, and said, “Forget it, I don’t want to compete.”

“You don’t know how to use a gun?” Fu Peng frowned, “Miss Ning’s marksmanship is very accurate, why would she like a man who doesn’t know how to use a gun?”

“I will, but I don’t need to compare,” Ye Fan felt a little annoyed.

Fu Peng said: “In this case, let’s have a match with me. If you are a man, don’t be a mother-in-law, just be a little bit better!

If I win, you will leave Miss Ning. If I lose, I will never pursue Miss Ning again! How about it?

Ning Zimo said displeasedly, “Young Master Fu, you have no right to interfere with my feelings!” But a

trace of playfulness flashed in Ye Fan’s eyes. I’m not interested in competitions, but in order to prove who compares men to men, then I’ll play a game with you.”

Ye Fan felt that he would be too spineless, especially in front of his own women. It is necessary to show dominance.

Song Xinghe and Lu Jing’er both had a playful look in their eyes. They both knew Fu Peng’s marksmanship. As the founder of the club, he was naturally quite good at shooting. Compared with some special forces, he was no less so.

“Ye Fan, you really dare to gamble. If you lose later, Boss Ning will be embarrassed.” Lu Jing’er sneered. Ye Fan glanced back at her, “Wait, who can tell you clearly? Didn’t you want to see a joke last time, but you ended up being a joke

?”

A touch of resentment.

Losing the cooperation of the ld group made her unable to raise her head in the Lu family, and she was reluctant to go home and live for several days.

Ye Fan smiled at Ning Zimo, “Ning’er, don’t worry, I usually won’t lose.”

Ning Zimo couldn’t do anything about a man, but she also knew that Ye Fan seemed to be casual, but he wasn’t sure. thing, not much to say.

A few people came to the shooting range together.

“Three generations of Smith & Wesson, 0.45 large-caliber pistol, ten bullets per person, shooting at a distance of 50 meters, whoever has the highest total score wins,” Fu Peng said confidently about the rules.

Ye Fan picked up the pistol and weighed it. It was really the original, not a counterfeit. This club is really not easy.

“No problem, then who will come first?”

Fu Peng said: “You can tell me, I can do it.”

Ye Fan shrugged, “Then let me see you fight first and observe.”

Fu Peng smiled disdainfully, he didn’t care at all, picked up the gun, loaded the bullets, opened the safety, and started shooting at a ring target 50 meters away.

“Bang bang bang…”

Fu Peng held guns in both hands, his posture was very standard, and the frequency of shooting was just right. Obviously, he practiced regularly.

After ten rounds were shot, the electronic measurement system gave the score on a screen directly above the shooting range.

“Eighty-seven rings!”

Fu Peng shouted happily and put down his gun: “It’s really unfortunate, you met me in good shape today, this is basically close to my highest score, if you give up, I also understand.”

Eighty-seven rings, basically every bullet he fired, at a distance of fifty meters, could hit an area the size of a palm every time.

This is very difficult for ordinary people to do. After all, the reaction force of real guns is very strong, not to mention the large caliber.

Ning Zimo also frowned. Her marksmanship is very good in the club, but the score above the 80th ring is also very rare. She can’t help but worry about whether Ye Fan can beat Fu Peng.

Ye Fan didn’t speak, but slowly picked up the gun and loaded bullets one by one.

He also thought that Fu Peng’s level was very high, but it turned out that he only played more than 80 rings. He felt that if he scored too outrageous results, these people would definitely doubt what he did in the past.

Thinking of this, Ye Fan felt that he could almost fight… Raise the

gun and shoot.

“Bang bang bang…”

Ye Fan also held the gun in both hands, as if he was imitating Fu Peng, but in fact, Ye Fan’s eyes were not very focused. Because of this distance, he knew how to hit with his eyes closed. That target.

After ten rounds, Fu Peng hurriedly pressed the statistics button.

“Eighty…eight!?” Fu Peng read the number through gritted teeth, unable to believe his eyes.

Ye Fan grinned, “I’m sorry, I narrowly beat you.”

“You…you’re shit luck!” Fu Peng cursed.

Ye Fan clicked his tongue, “Don’t tell me, do you want to admit it?”

Fu Peng looked unwilling, but he couldn’t refute it, so he could only say: “Let’s compete again, two wins in three rounds!”

Ye Fan waved his hand , “It’s agreed that one game will determine the outcome, and you change the rules again, I don’t play with people who don’t believe their words.”

“You…” When Fu Peng thought that he could no longer pursue Ning Zimo in the future, his face was full of reluctance.

Lu Jing’er, who was on the side, looked at Song Xinghe, rolled her eyes, and said, “Well, as good friends, our family Xinghe will compete for Fu Peng. If Xinghe wins you, the bet just now will be cancelled. when nothing happened.”

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to caress Song Xinghe, and said softly, “Xinghe, you have to help Fu Peng, he lost too wrongly.”

Song Xinghe was dissatisfied with Lu Jinger’s arrogant claim, but he didn’t show it much.

When Fu Peng heard this, he quickly gave a high five: “This proposal is good! Ye Fan, don’t you want to compare with me, do you dare to compare with President Song?

” : “Besides, it doesn’t do me any favors.”

Song Xinghe narrowed his eyes, thought for a while, and said, “Well, if I win, the result of the match between Ye Fan and Fu Peng will be cancelled.

If I lose, I will give you one million, this one million Just treat it as a small gift from me as a friend to Fu Peng.”

Fu Peng laughed and patted Song Xinghe on the shoulder, “Old Song, you are such an interesting person! That’s it!”

Ye Fan couldn’t help feeling strange , This Song Xinghe wants to compare with him?

“You can be careful, Mr. Song’s marksmanship is among the best in the club, often scoring more than 90 points,” Ning Zimo reminded.

Ye Fan didn’t care about that, and said, “Since you’re so sincere, I’ll have another match.”

After reloading the bullets, Song Xinghe picked up the gun, held it in one hand, and started shooting calmly.

After ten neat shots, Song Xinghe walked away without looking at it.

“I suck! Lao Song, you can! Ninety-eighth ring?!” Fu Peng exclaimed: “You broke the record in the club!?”

[End of this Chapter]