Rebirth of the 1980s: The Military Industry Empire

Everyone looked over, watching two young men pushing 28-inch bicycles standing there. Two baskets were slung behind the bicycles, filled with straw.

Selling plates and bowls?

The parted-hair guy immediately made this deduction: the straw was used to wrap fragile items like bowls and plates. These two must be selling plates and bowls from door to door! Hmph, these days, anyone can come out and brag. You're a porcelain seller, have you ever seen an air gun?

"Hey, were you two the ones spouting nonsense over there just now?" The parted-hair guy said, "If you know what's good for you, apologize and admit your mistake, and we'll let this matter pass. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude and smashing everything in your baskets!"

That's what I was waiting for!

"Alright, I'll show you today." Qin Yang said, placing the apple on Zhang Chao's head: "Chaozi, hold this apple and stand next to that target over there!"

"Okay." Zhang Chao nodded, holding the apple and striding forward.

At this moment, some people had already reacted, their eyes filled with surprise and their words with worry.

"Young man, this is not a joke. If you miss, someone could die!"

"That's right, young man, don't get carried away!"

Amidst the discussions of the onlookers, Qin Yang's hand continued to reach into the basket, pulling out an air gun.

The gunstock was jujube-red, gleaming with varnish in the sunlight. The barrel was blackened, obviously professionally treated.

When he saw this air gun, even the parted-hair guy's eyes revealed admiration. What a good gun! Just one look and he fell in love with it. The texture was much better than his old 'Gongzi'!

"Why is there a rod under the barrel of this gun?" a shooter in a school uniform asked curiously.

"Never seen one before? Everyone says your old 'Gongzi' guns are too outdated, but some people don't believe it. Our gun has a special air compression rod, advanced design, and is top-notch internationally." Qin Yang said, forcefully pressing the air compression rod, loading lead pellets in everyone's surprised gaze.

"It's just a special air compression rod, what's so great about it? Our 'butt-breaking' type isn't bad either." The parted-hair guy continued, unwilling to lose momentum.

"Not bad? It's much worse! My gun's aiming baseline is twice as long as yours. Within a hundred meters, it hits wherever you aim. Isn't it better than your 'butt-breaking' type?"

"Yangzi, I'm ready!" At this moment, Zhang Chao shouted from over there.

"Let you see clearly!" Qin Yang said, "I'll give you a performance of shooting an apple with an air gun at a distance of fifty meters!"

Fifty meters!

A middle-aged man in a Zhongshan suit couldn't bear it any longer and quickly grabbed Qin Yang: "Young man, this is not a joke. Everyone believes in you, hurry up and leave!"

The accuracy of an air gun is only about twenty meters. Qin Yang was actually going to perform beyond fifty meters. God knows where the bullet could fly, most likely into the head of the young man with the apple on his head.

Thinking of that bloody scene, the middle-aged man shuddered.

"It's okay, Uncle." Qin Yang said, "Today, I'll give everyone a performance, and also let some people know that there are people beyond people, heavens beyond heavens, and guns beyond guns. That kind of old-fashioned 'Gongzi' brand should have been used as firewood long ago."

"Hmph, let him do it. I want to see how capable he is!" The parted-hair guy said indignantly, "If he can blow up the apple, I'll apologize to him! If he blows up someone else's head, I'll send him to the police station!"

"Alas, you child." The man in the Zhongshan suit was a little anxious.

"Uncle, it's really okay, just watch." Qin Yang said, walking dozens of steps away from the long bench, then stopping.

Everyone quickly dodged to the side. This was going to be intense. Everyone had to stay away. If they were hit by a lead pellet, it would be a great injustice.

With a whoosh, there was no obstruction between Qin Yang and Zhang Chao.

Everyone looked at Zhang Chao, only to see him smiling foolishly.

Could this guy be stupid?

Qin Yang stood still and raised the gun.

"Hmph, if something really happens, it's your own fault!" Before the parted-hair guy could finish speaking, there was a bang.

He already fired?

Just now, a dozen of them stood in a row playing air guns, and they had to aim for a few minutes, feeling the state of unity between man and gun before they dared to fire. But now? Now this person picked up the gun and pulled the trigger, without even seeing him aim!

This is really a man of few words!

Everyone was first stunned by Qin Yang's rapid shooting, and the next second they reacted and quickly went to look at Zhang Chao, who was the target.

The apple on Zhang Chao's head had been blown up! A few pieces flew out, and a few pieces remained on his head. He smiled and touched a piece, then put it in his mouth.

This apple was crisp and sweet, really delicious!

"This is impossible!" The parted-hair guy shouted loudly, "I don't believe it, you must be cheating!"

Raising his hand and firing, blowing up the apple on someone else's head fifty meters away, how was that possible? Even if he saw it with his own eyes, he didn't believe it. It must be an illusion, it must be cheating!

"Don't believe it?" Qin Yang looked at the parted-hair guy with a smile: "Then what do you need to believe?"

The parted-hair guy looked around, then said: "If you have the ability, blow up that street lamp!"

The municipal construction in the city was still good. The corner of the small park was still hanging with street lamps, about sixty or seventy meters away from Qin Yang, where Qin Yang could definitely not cheat.

"Will you pay if I blow it up?" Qin Yang said.

"If you can blow up the street lamp, I will admire you. If not, you must have been cheating just now!"

Before the parted-hair guy could finish speaking, Qin Yang had already reloaded the bullet for the second time, raised his arm, and almost the same as just now, without much aiming, he pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The street lamp shattered!

"Good!"

"Very powerful!"

"This is real skill!"

The surrounding onlookers cheered. The middle-aged man who was worried that Qin Yang would blow up his companion's head just now also gave a thumbs up: "Amazing, truly there are heavens beyond heavens, guns beyond guns!"

The parted-hair guy swallowed and asked: "How can you shoot so accurately? Are you a sharpshooter from the army?"

"A sharpshooter from the army can't shoot at this level with an old 'Gongzi'." Qin Yang said, "The main thing is that my gun is good!"