MTL - The Road to Slaying God-Chapter 362 True firearms master

It's not just Ke Ge doubting it. Everyone here is skeptical.

Just now the speed of loading and unloading of Ge Ge's flowing water shocked everyone. This skill can only be seen on TV. I never imagined that there is such a talent in life.

The gun, using the standard of Gege, is not only a play, but an art and a state.

This is a state achieved by the combination of skill and art. Just like gambling, there are very few gamblers who can combine gambling and playing card technology. When a gambler can confuse people's eyes, he gambles again. As a kind of art performance, then this gambler is the real **** of gambling!

Although Gege was defeated, hundreds of people here did not dare despise him.

Moreover, it can be defeated in the hands of Brother Dao.

"As long as you agree to the bet, then I will naturally let you know what is the highest state of playing guns!" Zhang Yang smiled indifferently.

"The highest state?" Ke Ge sneered.

"Of course, the highest state!" Zhang Yang's tone was full of confidence.

"Okay, since you dare to speak wildly about the highest realm of firearms, I'm going away today. There are hundreds of brothers watching here. If I lose, I will be the younger brother of the knife brother all my life, loyal to the knife brother, never regret it. If there is a breach of contract, the five thunder bombers will hurt five generations! "

Geiger stood up suddenly, a powerful and unparalleled momentum emerged spontaneously, this momentum comes from his ability to firearms.

Ge Ge's poisonous oath discolored all his faces, because Ge Ge not only put himself down, but also counted the five generations of the family. Although this is only an oath, it is simply incredible for a character. You know, it ’s not as bad as the family. From here, we can see that Gege ’s determination is great.

This will be a battle against water!

"Okay!" Zhang Yang strode to the beginning of the tea table and laughed. "Who has a Type 92 pistol?"

"I have got!"

When Ge Ge reached out, a subordinate put a 92-type pistol in his hand. It seemed that Ge Ge had a soft spot for this kind of pistol.

The pistol picked up a gun flower in Kie's hand. With the wave of Kie's hand, the pistol spun and flew towards Zhang Yang.

This is a fancy action. The pistol shows irregular rotation in the air. This irregular rotation is very difficult to connect. Of course, it is not unreachable, but it is very difficult to be beautiful, because it is irregular. It is not easy to find the point of focus.

Everyone's eyes followed the gun ...

Awesome.

When the gun was one meter away from the air, it seemed as if there was no pistol in the air.

Everyone stayed, even Gege was stayed. He didn't see why the pistol disappeared. The speed was too fast, and his eyes couldn't keep up ... The only exception was the strong man named Xiao Lizi. Just as the pistol disappeared, his eyes shot brightly.

"Click!"

"Click!"

...

A burst of friction sound of metal equipment appeared in front of everyone, Zhang Yang was like performing magic, and his hands looked like lightning. But, strangely, people can clearly see every movement of Zhang Yang.

The gun's spare parts slipped off in the open hands like lubricating oil. It was extremely smooth and there was no trace of obstruction.

Geiger stayed.

Keigo was stagnant.

A pair of eyes widened and surprised, if you say that you are unloading a gun, then Zhang Yang has surpassed him far away. Zhang Yang ’s hands are full of magic. For example, the gun is like showing off your clothes. You can take it off whenever you want.

This young man is terrible, and Gege has come to a conclusion. Not only can he quickly remove the pistol, the most important thing is that when he quickly dismantles, he can still maintain a chic and smooth movement, and when he pursues speed It is precious to be methodical and try to make the audience see more clearly.

In fact, this is also a state where performance and practicality are combined.

The hall was horribly quiet.

Hundreds of eyes looked at Zhang Yang's slender hand, and everyone's eyes were shocked, and the strong man named Little Plum was so excited that he rubbed his hands as if he found one. Super fun toy.

The publicity didn't stop.

His eyes were extremely focused, and he began to carefully check the parts one by one, very carefully, each part will be held in his hands ... Gege's eyes are getting more and more surprised.

Others don't know what Zhang Yang is doing, but Ge Ge knows that this young man is familiar with the pistol through his own feel.

Every gun feels different.

It's a feeling of soul.

Although the gun is a standard weapon, the standards are the same, but masters like Gege know very well that every gun, even if it is a new gun, will have a different feeling, maybe the weight will also change, maybe, this This kind of change is very, very small, but people who feel delicate can clearly feel the subtle change, and that subtle change plays a key role in life and death ... Finally, all the spare parts Have been checked by Zhang Yang again.

Zhang Yang stared at Jige with a burning look.

Looking at Zhang Yang's eyes, Ke Ge suddenly raised a terrible idea. This person can no longer be described as terrible, but terror. From his focused look on every spare part inspection, it can be seen that this person is probably the first time to use this pistol, of course, it may also be the first time to dismantle this pistol. If this is the case, Well, this young man can only use horror to describe it. For the first time he touches this gun, he can dismantle it at such a fast speed. If he is familiar with it ... think of this, Ke Ge ca n’t help but roll a big bean on his forehead. Sweat beads.

"We can start." Zhang Yang's eyes were extremely deep.

"You can start!"

Ji Ge closed his eyes, took a deep breath, slowly removed the gun in his hand very carefully, meticulously, very slowly, now he is not performing, he is adjusting his mentality through this process ... … Following the dismantling of the guns in Ge's hand, the atmosphere in the hall began to become heavily suppressed.

Everyone knows that once the gun is removed, real combat will begin.

This battle is not a gun-to-knife battle, but a bullet-to-bullet. Its dangerous surname is countless times higher than the beginning. Any mistake can cause fatal results. After all, bullets cannot collide in the air.

"Oh!" The sound of a metal hitting a marble coffee table was a little dull, and Ge Ge had put the last part on the coffee table.

The horror on Ge Ge's face has disappeared, replaced by a strong confident expression.

Jige's confidence in his marksmanship comes from hard work and perfection. It is definitely not the mental pressure caused by publicity that can be cracked. Through a process of dismantling the gun, he has adjusted himself and reached his peak state.

He has to use facts to prove that he is the highest state of playing guns!

At this time, if someone carefully observes, they will find that the positions of the two parts are almost exactly the same, and the distance between the parts is not worse.

The ten Huang Chengcheng bullets spread out in a fan shape. This is the result of a precise calculation by Gege. This fan shape can be swiped in the palm of the hand with one swing of the arm.

"You can start!"

"Okay, you count!" Zhang Yang smiled confidently.

Ji Ge stunned again. From the beginning of the battle with Dao Ge, he has realized the advantage of counting, the kind of "press gun" advantage.

Obviously, Zhang Yang made him understand the truth.

This is a huge courtesy. He can allow others to count. Among the masters, this advantage will cause a completely different result.

The results of his battle with Brother Dao have proved the superior surname of the "press gun".

"Okay!" Jige didn't refuse. He didn't want to give up this advantage. He had already given it once, and he could get psychological balance without getting guilty.

"I started with dozens of sounds!"

"Okay!" Zhang Yang nodded, and Zhang Yang's movement always seemed to have a leisurely and dust-free taste, very casual, without the elder brother-like taste.

"One!"

With a few counts, Keigo paused, his eyes staring at Zhang Yang.

The atmosphere in the hall reached its zenith, and a wild spark came out of each pair of eyes.

No doubt, this is the pinnacle of the king.

Playing guns to the point of Zhang Yangji, they can be called kings. They have combined art with killing and sublimated to a realm. Guns have become a spiritual symbol, a totem!

"two!"

"three!"

"four!"

...

Suddenly, Ke Ge accelerated, making everyone weird that the eyes of the two were always facing each other, a pair of eyes with a slight smile, and a pair of eyes with a sharp coldness.

War is jumping and burning!

The atmosphere in the hall has reached the zenith, and the hearts are beating wildly, everyone is waiting for the moment of life and death ... ============

(To be continued)