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Chapter 159 New Target...

Looking at Tang Shilong, who was sticking his butt out and searching for bullet shells all over the deck, Liao Fan tried hard to suppress his laughter.

In fact, Liao Fan was not entirely trying to make things difficult for the child. After all, the boat was just rented, and it would be troublesome if the passengers behind found bullet casings on the boat.

But this is only part of the reason. Another reason is that he has to buy time for Wilson Zheng.

After struggling for nearly an hour, Tang Shilong finally found all the bullet casings of the 120 bullets.

After throwing all the bullet shells that he had counted repeatedly into the box, Tang Shilong held his waist and complained to Liao Fan.

Because for the past hour or so, he was the only one bending over and looking for bullets, while Liao Fan sat calmly beside him, basking in the sun and drinking champagne from the ice bucket at hand.

It's simply not enjoyable anymore.

But before Tang Shilong could finish his complaint, Liao Fan pointed at the DVL sniper rifle set up nearby.

"Go ahead and try this gun. I've set up a target for you. The aim is 120 meters. I just measured it. I've also adjusted the scope for you. You don't need to adjust the scope again."

After saying that, Liao Fan closed his eyes and rested again.

After hearing Liao Fan's words, Tang Shilong, who was full of resentment just now, immediately became energetic. His waist and legs no longer felt sore. He ran to the yoga mat laid out beside him and climbed up to set up his sniper rifle.

But when he saw the so-called "target" on the ship more than 100 meters away through the sight, he was stunned.

Tang Shilong turned his head in disbelief to look at Liao Fan, who was still lying on the lounge chair basking in the sun. He frowned deeply, put down the sniper rifle in his hand, stood up and sat on the lounge chair next to Liao Fan.

"Afan, what's going on?"

Hearing the voice beside him, Liao Fan didn't open his eyes, but just said with his eyes closed: "It's nothing, this person has to die anyway, it doesn't matter how he dies, just use him as a target.

"What? Master Tang, you must have seen a dead person before."

Of course Tang Shilong had seen dead people. To him, the death of a few people was no big deal. As long as no key evidence was left behind, no one could catch him, and no one would do anything to him.

But this does not mean that he can feel at ease using a living life as a prop for entertainment.

Hearing Liao Fan say this, Tang Shilong frowned even more tightly, and asked uncertainly: "You asked me to come out to play today, is this the reason?"

Seeing that Liao Fan didn't answer, Tang Shilong couldn't help but laugh at himself.

They are all smart people, and Tang Shilong quickly realized the reason why Liao Fan did this.

As the two spent more and more time together, Tang Shilong inevitably learned some of Liao Fan's secrets.

Some secrets are harmless to Liao Fan, but some are extremely sensitive, such as the wall of guns in the secret room of the villa.

Not to mention Liao Fan, even if it was Li Chaoren, he would be in trouble if this matter was exposed.

Therefore, it is understandable that Liao Fan wanted to drag him into the trap.

As for the method, is this being done now?

Even though the crew members and the girls were all under house arrest in the cabin, Tang Shilong was sure that there must be hidden surveillance cameras on the deck of the ship.

As long as he shot and hit the "target" in the distant boat, it would be equivalent to Liao Fan holding a fatal handle in his hand.

But could he refuse? Don't forget that this is the high seas. Tang Shilong doesn't dare to gamble on what Liao Fan will do to him.

And if the Tang family lost him as their only child, those rival companies or families would definitely swarm in and try every possible way to get a piece of their flesh.

By then, the Tang family probably won’t even have the energy to retaliate against Liao Fan.

It was precisely because he had thought this through that Tang Shilong revealed a self-deprecating smile. Looking again at Liao Fan lying motionless on the recliner, Tang Shilong clenched and unclenched his right hand.

After struggling internally for nearly 10 minutes, I finally sighed heavily, said nothing, and walked straight towards the yoga mat.

But then something embarrassing happened.

Bang...missed, bang...missed, bang...thump! Tang Shilong weakly slapped the deck with his right hand. Just as he was about to change the magazine for his sniper rifle, he saw the mocking look Liao Fan gave him.

Tang Shilong could no longer sit still. He slapped the ground angrily and rolled over to sit up.

"Xiao Xiao Xiao, you're laughing at me! Come on if you can! The wind is so strong! How can I possibly hit you?"

Seeing that Tang Shilong was a little bit upset, Liao Fan didn't want to tease him any more. He stood up without saying anything and lay down on the yoga mat. With his right hand, he pushed Tang Shilong, who was sitting next to him, away in a very rude manner.

After replacing the gun's magazine, Liao Fan held the grip in one hand and a small wind speed meter in the other.

After waiting for about 5 seconds and making sure that the wind speed was not much different from when he calibrated the sniper scope before, Liao Fan decisively entered the aiming state.

He took two deep breaths to slow his heartbeat as much as possible, and then pulled the bolt with his right hand, ejecting a bullet from the magazine into the chamber.

After all the preparations were completed, Liao Fan suddenly said to Tang Shilong, "Look, right ear."

About three seconds after he finished speaking, Liao Fan pulled the trigger. There was a slight gunshot, and a bullet instantly hit the "target's right ear."

At this time, perhaps the effect of the medicine had worn off, and coupled with Liao Fan's bullet, the "target" was instantly awakened by the pain.

Feeling the piercing pain coming from his right ear, Zhu Zhenghao had no time to look around and was only wailing desperately.

But his hands and legs were held horizontally and fixed to an X-shaped iron frame. Except for his head, he could not move a single part of his body. In the end, he could only watch as blood continued to flow from his right ear. He could do nothing.

Ignoring Zhu Zhenghao in the distance, Liao Fan looked back at Tang Shilong with a smug look on his face and said, "See? If you're a bad cook, just admit it. It's not shameful~"

After saying that, he stood up and sat back on the recliner, shaking his head.

Tang Shilong, who had been raised in luxury, had never suffered such humiliation. For a moment, Liao Fan made his gums itch with anger, but he really had nothing to say.

The same gun, the same bullet, the same environment and distance, he fired 10 bullets in a row but failed to hit anyone, but when Liao Fan took over, he hit the target with one shot.

Although the shot was only on the ear, the man said he wanted to hit the right ear before shooting, which means Liao Fan did it on purpose.

This is even more amazing. On the sea, swaying and facing strong winds, it is much more difficult to hit the target with one shot than to shoot at a distance of 300 meters or 500 meters on land.

However, Tang Shilong has been very competitive since he was a child. Liao Fan's actions just now not only did not discourage Liao Fan, but instead aroused his competitive spirit.

Liao Fan's shot just now proved to him that under such conditions, it is possible to hit the target, and the difference is only the difference in personal skills.

Just as Tang Shilong lay down and prepared to continue shooting, a reminder slowly floated into his ears.

"Don't be anxious. Take a few deep breaths, adjust your breathing rhythm, calm down and feel the rhythm of your heartbeat, and try to pull the trigger between two heartbeats.

This way, the beating of the pulse will not affect the stability of the fingers.

Also, when you pull the trigger, don't inhale, exhale the air from your lungs."

Listening to Liao Fan's explanation, Tang Shilong gradually calmed down without realizing it.

This time, after waiting for a full 5 minutes, Tang Shilong finally pulled the trigger. As the gunshot rang out, a snowflake suddenly burst out from the root of Zhu Zhenghao's left thigh on the speedboat in the distance, followed by a pig-slaughtering howl.

Obviously, Tang Shilong's shot missed the target, but for him, this was already a good improvement. At least he hit the target, right?

Completely ignoring Zhu Zhenghao's screams, Liao Fan patiently imparted his own experience to Tang Shilong, but he didn't know that Tang Shilong's face was pale at this time.