Chapter 023 Gambling with Fujiwara Houta (Part 2)
Fujiwara Houta stepped forward, picked up the M60 first, and loaded the bullets skillfully.
He is indeed unique in his marksmanship, which is also the source of his arrogance.
"I'll go first!" said Fujiwara Houta. He was very confident in his marksmanship. He would be the first to shoot and achieve good results to put pressure on Zhang Hao.
Raise your gun and aim.
Bang!
The first shot hit the bull's eye.
"10 points"
An eye-catching score popped up on the big screen.
Fujiwara no Houta raised the corner of his mouth, obviously very satisfied with the first shot, and raised his gun again.
"8 points"
"10 points"
"9 points"
It was the last shot. The island police who were watching the game held their breath and stared at the big screen.
Fujiwara no Houtai took a long breath, raised his gun and aimed.
"10 points"
Total score “47”.
"Yeah! Fujiwara-kun is awesome, total score is 47 points, we'll definitely win!"
"As expected, you are the first in the shooting category of the police station martial arts competition. Fujiwara-kun is amazing!"
The people who had just mocked Fujiwara Houta suddenly became excited again, as if part of the 47 points were from their hands.
Fujiwara no Houtai blew at the muzzle of the gun, although there was no gun smoke.
"It's your turn." Fujiwara said proudly to Zhang Hao.
When Zhang Hao saw the score, he couldn't help but look up to Fujiwara Houtai by one point. His own marksmanship was just average in the Armed Police Brigade.
I didn't expect that although Fujiwara no Marquis wasn't very good in other aspects, his marksmanship was first-rate.
It seems that I have to give it my all in this round. I hope that with my transformed body and excellent control, I can win this game, Zhang Hao thought to himself.
He walked forward, picked up the pistol, aimed at the bull's eye, and checked the crosshairs.
"What's so good about it? I also use this gun, but it doesn't work on you?" Fujiwara no Houtai muttered.
"Noisy."
I'll let you pretend for a while, and then I'll see how you make a fool of yourself. Even if you have top-notch marksmanship, you can't win this game! The corners of Fujiwara Houta's mouth twitched slightly.
Zhang Hao loaded the bullets, held the gun with both hands, aimed at the bull's eye, took a deep breath, and then gently held it.
Bang!
"8 points"
"Eight points, far worse than Fujiwara-kun's first shot. I guess the result of the match will be known after the second shot."
"Yes, Fujiwara-kun only lost three points in total, and this Xia countryman lost two points in the first shot. There is definitely no hope."
Fujiwara no Houtai sneered, nothing more than that!
Zhang Hao ignored it. When he fired the first shot, his control over his wrist and eyesight was much more perfect than before his body was strengthened. It was just that the slight tremor of his heart at the moment of firing disrupted his rhythm.
It seems that we should avoid having the moment of shooting and the moment of heartbeat being at the same time.
Zhang Hao took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, and his heart rate decreased.
Raise the gun again and aim.
Bang! Bang!
"10 points"
"10 points"
Zhang Hao used his excellent body control to hit two full rings in a row.
Outside the game.
The little follower who had just been patted on the shoulder by Fujiwara Houta, leaned towards Zhang Hao after seeing Zhang Hao hit two consecutive full rings.
On the big screen, Zhang Hao was raising his gun and pulling the trigger to fire the fourth shot. The little follower grasped the moment, leaned "gently" on Zhang Hao's shoulder, and then walked away as if nothing had happened.
A slight mistake can lead to a huge difference. In reality, being pushed by someone's shoulder obviously affected Zhang Hao's performance in the game.
"7 points"
The score appears on the big screen.
Zhang Hao quit the game directly and sat in his seat with a frown. It was obvious that someone outside the field had interfered with him just now. It was undoubtedly a trick of Fujiwara Houta.
But there is no evidence, and since it was not done by Fujiwara no Marquis himself, no one would believe me if I told them.
Fujiwara Houta then quit the game and saw Zhang Hao frowning. He smiled grimly and said, "Even if you notice it, what can you do?"
With so many people watching the big screen, who would notice what was happening?
Fujiwara no Houta gave his little follower a satisfied look and then grinned.
"With your shooting skills, you still want to fight me? Think carefully about how to win me in the third round! What era is this? Just because you know a few fighting skills, do you think you are invincible?"
Zhang Hao did not respond, and said to the policewoman next to him: "Where is my girlfriend? Please ask her to come over. I need to consult her opinion for the third game ."
When the people around heard Zhang Hao's request, they all laughed out loud.
"If you can't compete, what's the point of looking for a woman? This is not a kissing contest. Are all the people in Xia country like this? Haha~"
Some policemen who were still immersed in the sense of island nation's superiority burst into laughter when they heard these words.
The little policewoman was quite well-behaved and brought Lu Jiajia over soon.
"Jia Jia, are you okay?"
"Well, they didn't find out anything. I've been sitting in there for quite a while."
Then Zhang Hao leaned close to Lu Jiajia's ear and whispered a few words.
Lu Jiajia nodded and stood behind Zhang Hao.
Fujiwara Houta saw what Zhang Hao did and snorted in his heart, "Even if you find out, so what?"
Zhang Hao picked up the VR helmet and said, "Go on!"
After saying that, he put on the helmet again. A familiar tingling sensation flashed through him, and Zhang Hao felt happy.
Sure enough, when I clicked on the skill column, an extra line of words appeared - "Proficient in Firearms".
"Have you thought about what to compete in the third game?" Fujiwara no Houtai urged.
"Are you in such a hurry to get off work?" Zhang Hao exited the skill bar and smiled again.
When Fujiwara Houta saw Zhang Hao showing the same smile as in the first game, he couldn't help feeling a little nervous.
"The third match will still be a competition of marksmanship." Zhang Hao said lightly.
"What! That Xia countryman still chose to compete with guns. Maybe he lost the second game and his brain got damaged?"
"I guess he gave up."
"He didn't choose the fighting style he is good at. He probably felt that he had lost face and wanted to get it back. Haha, he is really a guy who cares about face."
Everyone nodded, agreeing with the last person's words. It was just like a claw machine. The harder it was to grab the prize, the more coins you put in. You would only leave in disappointment when you had no coins left in your pocket.
Fujiwara Houta also felt that Zhang Hao had a gambler's mentality, and he smiled: "Okay then!"
After saying that, he started shooting.
This time, Fujiwara no Houtai was more confident than in the second game and he played to his full potential.
Gunshots rang out.
10 points, 10 points, 10 points, 10 points, 10 points!
As the last bullet was fired.
Everyone in the police station looked at the total score "50" displayed on the big screen and all of them gave up!
"Awesome! As expected of Fujiwara-kun!"
"A sharpshooter!"
"The Xia people are doomed to lose!"
Lu Jiajia listened to the cheers of the crowd and curled her lips: "Hmph~ I'll let you know how powerful my husband is later!" But she was also worried. The opponent got full marks, what should she do? Although Zhang Hao's shooting skills were quite fierce...
In the game.
Zhang Hao looked at Fujiwara no Hou's arrogant expression and felt it was much more pleasing to the eye. He thanked his old friend for the skills he had given him!
Without saying much, Zhang Hao stepped forward, quickly loaded the bullets, and sent game instructions to move the target 50 meters away!
Raise your gun, aim, and shoot.
There was a burst of intense gunfire.
The big screen slowly displayed.
"Moving Target - 50 points"
