super local special forces

"No, this is impossible!" Seeing the yellow paint between the eyebrows of the lurking officer, Xiao Xu frowned and said in disbelief. Damn it, does this young master in front of him have real strength, or does he really have this kind of power?

Shit luck?

Speaking of strength, at a distance of more than 900 meters, even if you open your eyes, you can't hit the lurker directly between the eyebrows. How on earth did he do it? Is there really such bad luck in the world? With eyes closed, casually

Aiming in one direction can hit the enemy right between the eyebrows?

"I said, the game is over!" Yang Jun said lightly, turned around and walked off the platform!

Looking at Yang Jun's figure, he didn't know if it was an illusion or something. Xiao Xu felt that the person in front of him was not as simple as he seemed! Xiao Xu reluctantly shook his head, he always believed that this was an illusion!

"Haha, Xiaojun, good job!" After Yang Jun stepped off the platform, he was greeted by Yang Weihong's praise!

Although Yang Weihong didn't know why Yang Jun had such superb skills, even with his eyes closed, he could accurately know the enemy's position and shoot the enemy between the eyebrows, but he knew that what Yang Jun relied on this time was not

Luck, but real strength! Extraordinary and superb strength!

When Xiao Xu saw Yang Weihong's admiration for Yang Jun, he couldn't help but feel jealous in his heart. He looked at the yellow paint between the lurker's eyebrows. This was undoubtedly a shame for him!

"Haha, Master Yang, you are so lucky!" Xiao Xu came to Yang Jun's side and said to Yang Jun with a smile on his face.

Yang Jun shrugged indifferently and said lightly: "Maybe!"

This gesture may be a habitual action for Yang Jun, but in Xiao Xu's eyes, it means contempt.

A strange look couldn't help but flash in his eyes. Soon, his eyes flashed away and converged.

"Grandpa, can we start the next game now?" Yang Jun knew that the shot he just closed his eyes with was not enough to scare the members of the Blood Wolf Life and Death Team. He wanted to make them completely surrender to him.

, then we must defeat them each one by one, and only by leading them can we become more perfect.

Yang Weihong nodded and said: "In the next game, let's test the mobile marksmanship!"

Then, everyone followed a small officer and soldier from the headquarters to a huge playground.

There is an ambulance and two motorcycles on the playground. The person who will compete with Yang Jun later is a member of the Blood Wolf Life and Death Team named Hong Gang. Among so many people, his mobile shooting skills are the most accurate, so he will do it.

Compete with Yang Jun!

Mobile marksmanship means that the target and yourself are moving at high speed at the same time, and shooting to successfully kill the target is called mobile marksmanship!

For example, if the patient in the ambulance is your target, then if you want to successfully kill the target when the ambulance is moving at a speed of 80 hours per hour, you have to ride a motorcycle, which is almost the same speed as the ambulance.

When shooting, shoot accurately to kill the opponent. This is a very precise type of shooting. A slight deviation will lead to a big mistake.

But now, what Yang Jun wants to attack is not the people inside the ambulance, but the ten-ring target on the ambulance. When the ambulance moves and moves with his motorcycle, the higher the number of rings on the target, the higher the number of rings on the target.

The one who wins will be considered victorious.

"Master Yang, I hope you won't disappoint me!"

Yang Jun and Hong Gang came to the side of two motorcycles, and saw Hong Gang getting on the motorcycle and saying disdainfully to Yang Jun.

Hong Gang's mobile marksmanship, among the ten shots, one shot can hit the tenth ring, four shots can hit the nineth ring, and five shots can hit the eighth ring! The results are among the best in the Blood Wolf Life and Death Team. Facing Yang Jun,

For him, there is simply no pressure at all!

Yang Jun shrugged indifferently and said calmly: "It's not too late to admit defeat now!"

Hong Gang frowned. Although he didn't know where Yang Jun got the courage to say such a thing, he had been outstanding in the special forces for many years because of his mobile marksmanship. Wherever he went, people complimented him. Now he heard someone

Questioning his own marksmanship and provoking himself, he was naturally angry. He gave Yang Jun a look that said he was going to lose, started the motorcycle, and pressed the accelerator!

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooostms.

At this time, a member with better driving skills got into the driver's seat of the ambulance and started the car.

"Start!" As Ergouzi yelled, the ambulance made a "boom" sound, like a bow and arrow that had been shooting suddenly, and rushed out quickly. From a visual inspection, the speed was at least more than 200 per hour!

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"Huh huh..." Hong Gang suddenly breathed the accelerator a few times, and the roar of the motorcycle was relatively loud. In addition, the accelerator was suddenly twisted too much, and the tires started to rotate violently, and they were hard on the ground.

There were a few black marks on his body, and then he galloped out at the speed of a sword.