I asked you to modify it, what the hell is this fighter jet's engine?

"51 rings with 7 bullets, this score is not even acceptable in our country." When Xu Zhengyang evaluated Gao Xiaoguang's shooting level, the gun manager next to him was dissatisfied.

He had guided Gao Xiaoguang when he was choosing a gun, so Gao Xiaoguang could be considered half his apprentice.

"Comrade, 51 rings out of 7 shots is not a passing score. Does that mean 70 rings out of 7 shots is a passing score?"

"For a fixed target, even if you score 100 rings in 50 meters, it's just a passing score." Xu Zhengyang, who didn't understand the ways of the world, offended all the security officers present with these words.

The members of the security department are all retired veterans. If they can shoot 100 rings on a 50-meter fixed target, they are considered sharpshooters.

"Comrade, since you are such a good shooter, show us your skills." A security officer said.

"Brother Zhengyang, just show them some of your skills so they can broaden their horizons." Gao Xiaoguang added fuel to the fire. He also wanted to see the strength of this Zhong Nhai bodyguard.

The security department members nearby also echoed.

As the saying goes, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. As a former sharpshooter, Lu Qingying was also eager to compete with Xu Zhengyang.

Xu Zhengyang didn't respond, so Lu Qingying spoke up, "Comrade Xu, please take it out for a walk. Otherwise, if word gets out about what happened today, people will think all my soldiers are cowards."

"Compare one!"

"Compare one!"

Everyone present started to make a fuss, wanting the section chief to teach Xu Zhengyang a lesson.

"Okay, then please show some mercy, Chief Lu." Xu Zhengyang was forced into a corner by the enthusiasm of the crowd and had to agree to a competition.

"Are we competing at the 50-meter target or the 100-meter target?"

"The guest does as the host does."

"Then let's compete at the pistol target first, and then at the 100-meter rifle target." Seeing that Xu Zhengyang had no objection, Lu Qingying arranged for people to set up the target positions.

Soon, a signal flag appeared in front of the target position, and the two men each took out their guns and aimed and fired.

"biu~biu~"

Seven bullets were fired and the target reporter began to mark the target.

"Target No. 1, 69 rings!"

Lu Qingying smiled, and the security officers on the scene shouted, "Section Chief, great shooting!"

"Target No. 2, 70 rings!"

As soon as the target announcer finished speaking, everyone at the scene took a deep breath. They were all experienced gun users and knew that pistols had strong recoil and that anyone who could shoot 69 rings was a sharpshooter.

If the 69th and 70th rings must be divided into the same level, then the 69th ring is bronze and the 70th ring is king.

"Comrade Xu, great marksmanship!" Lu Qingying congratulated him, but he was actually trying his best to save face on the 100-meter rifle target.

There was an unwritten rule in the army at that time: fighting would be severely criticized, but if you lost a fight, you would be criticized and punished with death.

And you also have to write a summary to summarize why you lost.

"Thank you, Chief Lu. This is all standard procedure."

What the hell!

This 13 was taken by Xu Zhengyang.

Chapter 30: My Loss Is Not Unfair

"biu~biu~"

Lu Qingying lay down at the shooting position, holding the Type 38 rifle, adjusting his breathing, and after adjusting his body to the best condition, he decisively fired continuously.

After firing 10 rounds, he raised his telescope with a slight smile on his face. After standing up, he checked his weapon and handed the Type 38 rifle to Xu Zhengyang.

"biu~biu~"

Xu Zhengyang was shooting in a standing position, and soon the target reporter waved a flag.

"Target number one, 100 rings!"

When the target announcer's words were heard, thunderous applause broke out in the field. However, because of the previous experience, no one present flattered Lu Qingying, for fear of flattering the horse's hoof again.

"Target No. 2...10 rings!" The target announcer held up a telescope and looked at the flag signal, somewhat incredulous.

Gao Xiaoguang was astonished. As a dignified Zhong Nhai bodyguard, he scored full rings on the pistol target, but only ten rings on the rifle?

Is it...

"Comrade Xu, are you looking down on me, a retired veteran?!" Lu Qingying was angry, and a murderous aura emanated from his body.

"Comrade veteran, you misunderstood. This is my true level. I am not giving you any concessions." Xu Zhengyang didn't care about winning or losing.

What he cared about was how long it would take to complete this defense mission.

"You! Good...thing!" Lu Qingying was so angry that veins bulged on his forehead. This was simply a huge insult to him.

The eyes of everyone present were spitting fire.

Insulting their section chief is equivalent to insulting the entire security department.