Hung Hung Bin finally realized that he was caught in Xu Xin's trap, and he could only bite the bullet, and he would have dignity even if he lost.

Just when Hongshuibin was about to ask for details, Zheng Zhirong came out from his side: "In this case, don't you have two people on both sides? It will be over if you compare two games."

"Yes!" Chen Feng immediately agreed.

Unexpectedly, Xu Xin was prepared, and immediately set the rules: "Yes, I will compare with Hongshui Bin, Chen Feng and Lin Wenjie, that's all."

Chen Feng also wanted to argue. Hong Bin thought that the trouble was caused by himself, and he couldn't let his friends worry about him anymore. He took the initiative to hold Chen Feng's hand and secretly explained: "Chen Feng, I was wrong today. It’s easy to walk into the enemy’s trap. In case I lose, you must win Lin Wenjie, and you must win beautifully, otherwise I really can't afford this person."

"I'm very worried, your shooting ability is frankly not very optimistic, and we don't know how much Xu Xin's shooting ability is. Today he came to you directly, obviously, I can't just watch you lose. "Chen Feng was unwilling to give up, but wanted to continue to persuade Hong Bin.

But Xu Xin didn't give them time to continue the discussion, and once again provoke Hongbin with words: "What's the use of you whispering secretly now, can your strength be improved by leaps and bounds? Hongbin, you hurry up, just praised you as a man, Don't let me take it back."

"Leave this guy to me, please come later." Hong Bin felt that he could no longer hide, and finally confessed that Chen Feng returned to his shooting stand, and said to Xu Xin who was standing on the Lin Xian shooting stand: "Specifically How can you tell me how to compare, I will accompany you to compare this time."

"Very good, the rules are very simple. We fired 10 shots each at a 50-meter static target with a beam rifle. The one with the highest total number of rings wins. Are you okay?" Xu Xin tried his best to finally get the situation back to his own. In the envision, the long-planned method of comparison is stated in one mind.

"That's it, there's nothing to say, let's start now." Hongbin was upset, there was no problem listening to the rules, and he didn't want to talk nonsense and directly proposed to start.

Xu Xin didn't answer either. He picked up the beam rifle and fired 5 shots. After shooting these 5 shots, he didn't continue but turned to look at Hong Bin, and stretched his chin to indicate that it was his turn.

Hung Hung Bin understood, bowed his head and kissed the beam rifle in his hand. I wonder if this is considered a sharpening of the gun? I hope it can be unpleasant, Hong Bin shook his head and put aside the distracting thoughts, aimed at the bullseye and pulled the trigger 5 times in a row.

When Xu Xin saw Hong Bin put down his gun, he did not mean to finish the remaining 5 shots immediately, but operated the display to call up the results of the first 5 rounds. Seeing a smile at the corner of Xu Xin's mouth, Chen Feng probed to see the numbers on it, and when he came back to see Hongshui Bin, he also called up the display. After the comparison, Chen Feng felt cold, and it was not easy for Hongshui Bin.

Chen Feng didn't want Hongshui Bin to know the difference between the two so as not to be burdened, but Xu Xin would not be so kind, and read out his score aloud: "5 shots and 45 rings, how about you, Hongshui Bin?"

Chen Feng looked at Xu Xin angrily. This is killing people! Hongshuibin looked more open than Chen Feng, and read word by word: "5 guns and 40 rings."

Seeing that Xu Xin's strategy had succeeded, Lin Wenjie deliberately used a relaxed tone to stimulate Hong Bin again: "The first 5 shots are only 5 rings short. This is hard to track down."

Chen Feng couldn't wait to go to the battle to kill them personally, but this was Hong Bin's test and he couldn't intervene. Chen Feng walked to Hongshui Bin and wanted to cheer him up. Suddenly, he saw that the eyes of Hongshui Bin had become different from usual. This resolute and solemn expression had not been seen by Chen Feng several times in 20 years. It seems this time. Xu Xin really aroused the anger of Hong Hung Bin.

Shui Bin's eyes moved slowly, and when he saw Chen Feng's worried expression, he nodded slightly and said to Xu Xin in a deep voice, "Go ahead."

"I can't wait? I'll make you perfect." Xu Xin smiled obsessively, aiming at the target in front of him was a shot. This time, instead of shooting continuously, he put down the beam rifle and said aloud the result: "Ring 9.1 It's your turn to Hongbin."

It seems that Xu Xin is going to press Hong Hung Bin step by step, trying to crush him with increasing pressure. "Shuibin, you must hold on!" It is a pity that Chen Feng can't change anything. He can only pray that the situation can be turned into peace.

Xu Xin's intentions are obvious in Hong Bin's heart: "Students are so eager to kill, even if my shooting scores are not good, I can never lose to such a character!"

His heart burned with anger, and Hong Hung Bin became more calm. When he raised his beam rifle and aimed at the bullseye again, he felt that the target was right in front of his eyes. The numbers on each ring of the target were so clear that pulling the trigger was a no-brainer.

With a soft "pop!" The bullet shot by Hongbin successfully hit the target in the distance. Chen Feng and several people approached the score indicator and waited anxiously for the data to be displayed.

Soon the results emerged, "Ring 9.9! Yes! Hong Bin, you are great! Just keep it like this and continue and you can win!" Chen Feng excitedly clenched his fist and threw it into the air.

However, Hongshui Bin was still expressionless, and stood quietly waiting for Xu Xin to continue.

"Huh! The blind cat ran into a dead mouse!" Xu Xin was a little surprised by the fact that Hongshui Bin was able to play such a high number of rings, but he was not too worried because of his huge advantage. He stared at the score indicator after shooting steadily. 9th ring, can you still get the same result?"

"Wait and see." Hong Hung Bin murmured softly, continued to immerse himself in his mysterious state, held his breath and fired the shot slowly, then closed his eyes with the beam rifle.

Xu Xin was a little proud of the half-dead appearance of Hong Shubin, and directed Lin Wenjie to read his achievements: "No matter how you pretend to be a **** or a ghost, no one can save you. Wen Jie see how many rings he has."

Lin Wenjie was standing next to the performance indicator of Hsu Bin. After seeing the results of Hsu Bin, he was hesitant to say what to say. Xu Xin urged him to launch the answer under conditions: "Round 9.9."

"What? What kind of **** luck! This is absolutely impossible, Wen Jie, look carefully whether the results have not been updated." Xu Xin still didn't want to believe that Hong Bin could hit the high circle number continuously, and asked Lin Wenjie to look carefully.

Lin Wenjie had to stare up and down at the score display instrument of Hongshui Bin carefully for several times, and finally raised his hand weakly and replied, "It is really 9.9 ring, the same as the previous shot."

"Grass!" The lead was quickly narrowed, Xu Xin's stomach full of fire was uncomfortable, and he could only hammer down the table of the shooting platform to comfort himself: "There are only 3 shots left, and Hong Bin is not far from me. Ring 3.3. As long as I am not lower than 9 rings per shot, he can't catch up to death."