Fatal Strike: Paladins Mercenary Road

Chapter 372 Shooting Competition
Seeing Scorpion’s happy look, Mountain Eagle reluctantly avoided this guy’s tone, then pointed at Eddie and said, “Are you still competing?
I happen to have a Frisbee launcher here, it would be exciting to have a duel with pistols."

Shanying's words instantly diverted Scorpion's attention. With the important matter in his mind settled, Scorpion acted very enthusiastically. He glared at Eddie who was provoking him and shouted, "Come on, Gun God. This time I'm going to make you lose your pants."

The guys next to them also started to join in the fun...

Ham pulled out his pistol and slammed it on the table, shouting, "Yes, this old guy has won too much money from us, and this time he must spit it out."

As soon as Shanying saw Eddie's smiling face, he knew that this group of people would not end well...

So he raised his hand and said, “Can I be included?

Ten thousand per person, winner takes all..."

The Arctic Fox people looked at each other and started to make a loud noise...

"Come on, the loser not only has to pay, but also has to carry the shark's socks on his body for three days. Anyone who regrets this is a bastard!"

Shark, who had sprayed two cans of deodorant on himself, picked a piece of booger and rubbed it on his pants, then raised his middle finger to everyone and shouted, "Come on, bet on underwear if you have the guts...

Whoever loses will have to wear my underwear for a week. Don't worry, my syphilis has been cured!"

Shanying was shocked by the increasingly disgusting bets made by this group of people. He waved his hand and said quickly: "I bet Brother Shark doesn't have that many underwear. I suggest that the last person wear Shark's underwear and run around Sunset Mountain..."

Not everyone can accept such a disgusting bet. As soon as Shanying finished speaking, a small Swedish guy nicknamed Chickpea raised his hand and said, "That's right, the last one should receive the most terrible punishment.

FUCK, the shark's underwear is a virus culture dish. If you touch it with your hand, you might get infected with the virus...

I am definitely not the last one, and no one can make me the last one! "

The last Mongolian, codenamed Niutou, pouted and said, "Sharks that don't like to take a bath are the most disgusting things I have ever seen in the world...

This bastard gave me athlete's foot and herpes in my first year."

Shark is a Canadian Inuit aboriginal. Facing the condemnation from everyone, this guy put on an attitude of being a dead pig that is not afraid of boiling water.

He grabbed a piece of toast with the hand that had just picked his nose, smeared a large amount of ketchup on it, and while eating, he wiped the ketchup on his fingers onto the green quick-drying clothes he had just changed into...

"You idiots don't understand what life is. Go to India and you'll see. I actually really like cleanliness..."

Facing the boos from the crowd, Shark ate the toast in two or three bites, then pulled out his pistol and said, "Come on, if I win, I will boil my underwear into soup and treat each of you to a sip."

Seeing the stakes getting higher and higher, Shanying started to get a little nervous...

He looked at Eddie who was calm and composed, and asked quietly, "How do you usually compete?"

Eddie said with a smile: "It's just target shooting, how else can we compete?

20-meter target, 40-meter target, 80-meter target, 200-meter target, 400-meter target...

You don't have 200m and 400m targets here, so why not use a skeet target instead...

One round for each pistol and rifle. If you don't hit all the targets after firing a magazine, you're eliminated. The one who hits all the targets with the same number of bullets in the end, the one who takes less time wins."

When Shanying heard this, he asked curiously, "Is it so simple and crude?"

After hearing this, Eddie smiled and said, "Of course it's not that simple...

Kid, ten thousand yuan is not a lot, just consider it as tuition fee.

But don’t let yourself fail the first round, because wearing shark underwear can really make you sick.”

The somewhat nervous Mountain Eagle glanced at the sloppy Inuit shark, sighed, and said, "FUCK, I wanted to give you a break, but it seems I can't this time.

You won’t be angry if you lose, right?”

Eddie pulled out his flashy revolver and spun it around in his hand, causing Shanying to move sideways in fear, fearing that the thing might go off accidentally...

Seeing Shanying's worried look, Eddie said with a smile: "Don't be afraid, Master Eddie will leave you some dignity."

After saying that, Eddie raised his chin towards Camel’s selection and said, “Hey, Camel, help me ask the idiot next to you, does he dare to participate?
I can give him two bullets!"

…………

The shooting competition on the top of the mountain attracted the attention of everyone in Sunset Mountain...

Tessa called a bus and took all the unfortunate tourists to a remote luxury hotel.

After receiving the news, she decided not to leave. She was very curious about these foreigners and especially wanted to know what kind of people Shanying usually hung out with.

Marta, who was helping Supa and others mark the locations of corpses at the foot of the mountain, stopped working and ran back to the top of the mountain with her big black-backed devil, trying to join the competition by both soft and hard means.

As a result, she was blocked by the 10,000 yuan admission ticket and had no choice but to become a timekeeper.

As a 191 master who was eager to show off, Supa handed the job of collecting the bodies to Kecha and his gang of policemen, and then sneaked back with a few guys who were interested in joining the new 191 training camp in Krabi.

He certainly couldn't afford to participate, so he took the initiative to help weld a special target stand.

Mr. Poincare was familiar with the Arctic Fox people. He called back Jon and Zorn, and then, with a pencil on his ear and a notebook, he acted as a referee.

The target rack is very simple, a square rack 3 meters high and 3 meters wide. The interior of the rack is divided into three layers. The bottom layer has 5 beer bottles, the middle layer has 5 tomatoes, and the top layer has 5 wine bottle caps hanging with fishing lines.

Each man had three magazines of 45 rounds for the pistol and two magazines of 60 rounds for the rifle.

You can use a pistol or a rifle when shooting, but if you have used too many rifle bullets before the final skeet shooting, you will definitely suffer a great loss. The difficulty of this competition is beyond Shanying's imagination...

The top of Sunset Mountain can barely accommodate an 80-meter target, but not many people can see the bottle cap from 80 meters away, let alone hit it.

In other words, the winner is determined by who can hit more targets with a pistol, so as to save enough rifle bullets for clay pigeon shooting.

But this is not the hardest part. The hardest part is that everyone has to roll the dice before shooting...

When the number is shaken out, several wooden obstacles with a width of 10 centimeters and a height of 30 meters will be erected 2 centimeters in front of the targets...

The shooter then needs to move sideways and increase the distance to find the angle to complete the shot, or gamble on his memory and shoot through the wood to hit the target behind.

This design raises the difficulty and fun of the game to several levels.

The Butcher and the Pigeon were both good shooters, but when they looked at the schedule and the target arrangements, they decisively rejected the boss's idea of paying them to join, and obediently became off-field assistants, specifically responsible for giving the shooters difficult problems.

When everything was ready, Mr. Poincare took out a deck of cards, selected A~9, shuffled the cards, turned them upside down in his hand, and invited the shooters to draw lots.

I don’t know whether it was Mr. Poincare who helped cheat or he was just lucky, but Shanying was lucky enough to draw the number 9.

The little Swede, Chickpea, spewed profanity as he moved to the back of the firing line. He adjusted the Ruger AR-556, which was obviously a custom model, on his back.

Then he pulled out his Springfield XDM-10 pistol, and amid the boos of the crowd, he cunningly installed a small red dot sight on the end of the slide...

Facing the boos from the crowd, Chickpea Skin found a piece of wood as a target, fired a magazine of bullets to check the effectiveness of the sight, and then raised his hand to signal Mr. Poincare that he could start.

Mr. Poincare rolled his eyes and threw him a dice. He said, "I've seen Eddie gamble with other people many times. I have a feeling that your ten thousand dollars will be wasted."

Chickpea was not disturbed, he kissed the dice and threw it to the ground...

"1, yes..."

When Chickpea saw that he had thrown the best number, he crossed himself with his hand and said to the butcher holding the wood chip, "Hey, put that thing at the edge. If I win, I'll buy you the most expensive brandy..."

The butcher didn't seem to be particularly optimistic about the chickpeas. He expressionlessly stuck the wood chip into the ground on the far left of the target. The two-meter-high wood chip just blocked the wine bottles at the bottom and the tomatoes in the middle.

Marta also looked down on Chickpea's cooking. She walked behind Chickpea, holding up a stopwatch and shouted, "Ready..."

Chickpea turned back and winked at Marta, then put the pistol back into the holster and raised his hands in a ready position…

After taking a deep breath, Chickpea drew out his pistol like lightning...

"Clap clap clap clap..."

"Clap clap clap clap..."

"Pah, pah, pah, pah, pah..."

The wine bottle and tomato 20 meters away exploded quickly, and the five erratic bottle caps were also hit one by one, and the total time was only 5 seconds...

Because the butcher let him go, this guy didn't choose to look for an angle to find the target, but instead shot directly according to his own sense of distance and successfully hit the target.

16.5 seconds, of which the longest time was spent on the bottle cap, almost 8 seconds. That is to say, it took this guy less than one second on average to hit the ten targets below.

Marta checked the time on the stopwatch with a bit of disbelief, and then looked at the baby-faced chickpea in front of her with a different look in her eyes...

Even the indifferent butcher started to applaud...

Really great!
Chickpea seemed to have known this would happen. He proudly touched his chest and bent over to say farewell. Then he made a throat-cutting gesture to the shark, and finally shouted provocatively to Eddie, "Who is the top scorer?"

The second camel rolled his eyes, pressed Chickpea's head and pushed him aside, picked up the dice and threw them randomly, then looked at Marta who was chasing Chickpea with her eyes, and said with a smile: "Girl, look at me, be patient, and you will soon know who is the sharpshooter worthy of admiration."

The camel rolled a 3, and in order to avoid making it too difficult, the butcher aimed the midpoints of the three wooden pieces at the target and thrust them into the ground...

After the butcher finished his work, Camel took out three revolver quick loaders, removed one of the bullets, loaded five bullets into the revolver, and then inserted the other two bullets into his belt...

After stretching his shoulders and neck like an old man doing morning exercises, the camel stood on the shooting line...

Marta raised her stopwatch and called out, "Ready..."

Camel lowered his head and raised his hands, then quickly drew his gun and pulled the trigger like a cowboy, while his left hand quickly slapped the bolt to offset the relatively long shooting range of the revolver and speed up...

"Clap clap clap clap..."

The first round was completed at an incredible speed, and the beer bottle exploded without any surprise.

Then Camel opened the gun chamber with his right hand, and when the shell was ejected, he took out the quick loader with his left hand and poured the bullet into it...

"Clap clap clap clap..."

The tomato exploded, and then the process repeated itself...

"Clap clap clap clap..."

After confirming that the camel had finished shooting, Marta looked at the numbers on the stopwatch...

"Shit, how is this possible?"

(End of this chapter)