Shooting club.

Nan Yuan neatly loaded the gun, opened the safety, aimed, and then shot.

The sound of bang bang bang sounded one after another.

Bullets loaded, another round of firing.

When the sound ended, all twenty bullets hit different places on the target of the gun. The second ring, the third ring, the fourth ring... The best one was only one eighth ring.

Someone next to me stared at it for a long time. When Nan Yuan finished this round and took off the noise-cancelling headphones, this man stepped forward, smiled and chatted up: "Beauty, your grip is very standard, it's just that. The marksmanship is not very good, do you want me to give you a lesson or two? There is no money for free guidance, and you can have a meal with me after the end.”

Nan Yuan put down the gun and looked back at him.

He is a young man who looks like a dog, but the way he strikes up a conversation is a little old-fashioned, and his smile is a little greasy. At first glance, he looks like the old sea king.

The other party saw her looking over and introduced herself: "I am a senior member of this shooting club. I have been a member for nine years. I have been here since I became an adult. I have played with all the pistols and rifles here. My marksmanship ranks second in the entire club, and no one dares to be number one."

When Nan Yuan heard these outrageous words, and looked at his self-confident handsome and charming appearance, she suddenly felt itchy.

"Would you like to have a competition with me then, Young Master Zhou?" Nan Yuan broke the identity of the other party straight to the point.

As a professional paparazzi, her professional habits allowed her to find out most of the members in this club in advance.

Although she can't remember the faces of these people, it is not difficult to be seated according to their dress and personality.

Zhou Zhifan saw her reveal his identity, and the interest in his eyes suddenly diminished.

It's boring to know who he is.

There are countless women who flatter him for money, and he is tired of them, so he prefers to conceal his identity and have an unexpected encounter with these beauties outside.

However, as a gentleman, the beauty offered to invite him, and he would still give him a little face.

"What's the name of the beauties, and what's the way to play?" Zhou Zhifan asked.

"My surname is An. We will bet 10 million in three games based on the total result. I know that this amount of money is nothing to Zhou Dashao."

Zhou Zhifan was stunned for a moment, then smiled meaningfully, "I don't lack ten million, but what about Miss An? Is the bet you made too big for you?"

He wants money, money, power, and power. There are countless people who take the initiative to use money to please him. Deliberately losing money to him is the most common method used by these people.

This Miss An knew that he had good marksmanship and had to compete with him like this, so she obviously gave him money on her own initiative.

Want to flatter him by this means, and then ask for something from him?

Beautiful women are good for the eyes, but if the picture is about money or power on him, it's not very cute.

"I'm not short of ten million." Nan Yuan said lightly, "Will you gamble? Come here if you gamble, and leave if you don't gamble."

Zhou Zhifan immediately looked at her one more time, "Okay, let's bet."

No matter whether this woman's appearance is fake or real, it really suits his appetite, he likes this one, and it's exciting!

Zhou Zhifan chose the same pistol as Nan Yuan.

Not long after, gunshots rang out at the shooting range.

Zhou Zhifan only fired two bullets when he heard the sound of gunfire next to him, and he couldn't help shaking his head in a funny way.

It is estimated that the bullets were fired indiscriminately as he had seen before.

There is no one on the target side, there will be special cameras to present the shooting results on the corresponding screen, and then special staff will announce the results.

After the two men had fired all ten bullets, the staff began to report to the target.

Zhou Zhifan didn't brag before. He likes shooting very much. He comes to the shooting club to play a few shots every month. His marksmanship is really good.

And this game, he actually hit a tenth ring.

Of the remaining nine bullets, three of them were nine, five were eight, and the worst seven was only one.

For this result, Zhou Zhifan is quite satisfied.

However, after the staff reported the shooting result of another target, Zhou Zhifan was stunned.

"Ten bullets, all ... eight rings."

Zhou Zhifan didn't notice the weirdness in the staff's tone.

He was taking a big surprise.

I originally thought that Miss An was a rookie, but I didn't expect that she would be able to score good results in all eight rings if she was serious!

Although Zhou Zhifan won this round, he did not take it lightly.

This woman's intentions seem to be different from what he imagined. If she really wants to lose to him, will she achieve such a good result?

Are you really learning about marksmanship with him?

Thinking of this, Zhou Zhifan became excited.

These days, women with such good marksmanship are rare, and women who can play with guns must be very wild in bed!

Zhou Zhifan gave Nan Yuan a thumbs up, "Miss An is good at marksmanship, but Miss An wants to win ten million from me, I'm afraid it's not as easy as you think, I'm going to use my strength in the second round. already."

After saying this, Zhou Zhifan found that the other party did not take off the noise-cancelling headphones and could not hear him at all, so he couldn't help feeling depressed.

In the second game, Zhou Dashao, who was concentrating on it, played a better result than the first game, with two rounds and ten rings, four rounds and nine rings, and the rest were all eight rings!

However, as soon as this Miss An's result was announced, Young Master Zhou's expression changed again.

The staff's expressions were a little weird, but they still announced in a professional manner: "Ten bullets, all nine rings!"