Gene Game

43 Duel (2)

    Liu Yi is not a professional athlete. To be confident on the battlefield is to deal with twenty Olympic champions in one go, but on the court is another matter.

    First of all, there is a big gap in the amount of training. There are no constraints, no need to think about saving oneself, and no worries about replenishment and retreat. They can hit countless 10.9 rings against a target 50 meters away. They can't do it themselves. It's okay to bully amateur rookies. When encountering professional shooters, they can only be crushed.

    According to domestic standards, the international-level athlete with 120 rounds of a 50-meter optional rifle requires 1170 rings. Liu Yi has never been able to exceed 1150, so carefree is equivalent to the level of a second-level athlete. In the 2008 Olympics, the men's 50m rifle champion Qiu Jian's 3*40 score was 1272.5 rings, which is a world of difference.

    The reason is simple. Anyway, the bullet enters the back of the head from the forehead, and the guy who is shot will definitely die. So for the sniper, why bother about whether it hits from the left or right of the forehead?

    Step back ten thousand steps and say that what they are looking for is to hit the target at a distance of hundreds or even thousands of meters. What's the use of hitting so accurately at a place as close as 50 meters?

    Fortunately, Ludwig was also a sniper from the army. In the first round of the competition, the two shot the first shot almost simultaneously and also shot the last shot at the same time. Liu Yi 98.8, Ludwig 99.1, the two are equally matched, the Germans have the upper hand. At C+club, such results are very rare. The audience waited until the end of the round to applaud, and they felt that tonight was a worthwhile trip.

    Strangely, Liu Yi took a few deep breaths, but the anxiety began to spread in his body. Brother Hao brought them drinks and towels, and he wiped his face: "Don't smoke for now? I seem to be allergic to the smell."

    "E-cigarettes are allergic too?" Brother Hao was puzzled, but he still obeyed Liu Yi's instructions and put the cigarette case into the counter.

    Without the interference of smoke, his performance in the second round improved slightly. On the contrary, the German played a few shots abnormally. The final score was 100.1 to 94.2. Liu Yi won nearly 6 rings.

    "Retired too long," the German shook his head mockingly. "It's worse than the recruit who took the gun for the first time. Sorry, I want to take a short break, can I pause it?"

    "of course can."

    In this kind of fair competition, Liu Yi never wanted to take advantage of places outside the arena. As for the onlookers, they had different opinions on the final result, and they had a lively draw, so almost everyone placed a bet, ranging from five to eight hundred.

    Liu Yi sat silently on the side. It took more time than expected. It was almost 9 o'clock now. When the things here were over and hurried back to the dormitory, Lu Fei was probably already sleeping on "eight plus eight". He feels a little sorry to be unable to meet her today. I don't know what she thinks? Will you be disappointed?

    After another thought, he had an idea. On the grounds of the end of the high school entrance examination, she bought a mobile phone to give her. If she refused to accept it, she said it was a reward for helping to test the power armor. The researchers thanked her after learning about her performance.

    The German timeout took twenty minutes. In the third round, both sides were extremely cautious. After eight shots were finished in about three minutes, the result was a tie, 79.2 to 79.2. Following the ninth shot, both of them scored a rare high score, Liu Yi 10.8, and the German hit the highest ring number 10.9, the score became 90 to 90.1. The situation was so stalemating, the mood of the audience reached the highest point, and the noise in the venue was reduced to the lowest. Not only Liu Yi and Ludwig, but everyone held their breath, Hao even turned off the exhaust fan.

    Those guests who were still on other target lanes also threw down their guns, the security in front of the door, the bartenders and waiters at the bar, the cleaning aunt, everyone, without exception, focused on two small pairs. Target body.

    Liu Yi adjusted the state of his whole body, aiming at the consequences, and shot out. At that moment, the breath, the line of sight, the angle of the arms, and the time to pull the trigger, everything was done optimally, the imaginary trajectory perfectly coincided with the real trajectory, leaving a single hole in the center of the target.

    How many? Liu Yi looked at the screen-10.9, he also hit the highest number of rings, the final score was 100.9.

    The sudden burst of cheers from the audience could almost lift the top of the shooting range, and then the applause spread from the target lane where Liu Yi was in a storm, sweeping the entire C+club instantly. The pressure was all on the German side. The guests who did not know each other high-five to celebrate and a few bet on Ludwig's chest stumped and regretted not the first time.

    Liu Yi took off his earmuffs. Unless the opponent can shoot 10.9 in two consecutive shots, in this case, it is impossible to let the Olympic champion come.

    As for Ludwig himself, everything that happened around seemed to have nothing to do with him. His light blue eyes didn't blink, he was holding a heavy rifle flat, his arms did not move at all, and his body was so steady that he could barely even breathe. That kind of posture seemed to be integrated with the gun and the ground. This posture only belongs to the top shooter, even if AL comes to the scene, he can't pick out the fault from his posture.

    The German pulled the trigger.

    At a distance of 50 meters, the bullet only needs an instant. Liu Yi turned to look at the target. Somehow, in his thinking, time seemed to have passed a long time. He didn't realize the problem until he was surrounded by suspicious whispers.

    There was no movement on the target.

    Did a textbook shot miss the target? The screams of the disappointed audience seemed to be the kind of buzzing when the hornet came out of a hornet's nest. Wonderful game, terrible ending, somebody said everyone's point of view.

    "No, it's not right," Brother Hao suddenly said, "Look at his score, he, he..."

    The big screen gave the final result, Liu Yi 100.9, Ludwig von Rondstedt 101. Suspicious, surprised, and incredibly mixed, Brother Hao gave the answer: "He shot one hole and two bullets, and finally the shot passed through the bullet hole of the previous one!"

    Ludwig put down his gun and breathed a sigh of relief: "Luck is not bad."

    There was silence in the shooting gallery. After a few seconds, the applause began to roar more enthusiastically than before.

    It wasn't luck. Liu Yi felt wrong intuitively. The experience that an ordinary person has once in a lifetime can be reproduced according to his will. This German... is definitely not an ordinary sniper. It may not look different, but at the moment when he took the shot, a completely different temperament was revealed.

    The winning German generously asked Brother Hao to use his money to buy bullets and invite everyone present to play. But he himself came to solicit Liu Yi's opinion: "Since the competition is over, how about going back now? There are still many jobs waiting tomorrow. We are not the ones who like to stay up late."

    It doesn't make sense to stay anymore, Liu Yi nodded silently. Arriving in the car and driving far away, he still couldn't help asking: "Your last two shots, aren't they lucky?"

    "Maybe," Ludwig said nonchalantly, "but ah, it's definitely not possible without luck."