Chapter 219: Chapter 219

Chapter 219 You Lost

Martin's coach couldn't stay silent any longer. "Mr. Martin, generally speaking, for ordinary people who haven't come into contact with a gun, the first shot is hard to control. After all, it's a real gun, not a toy gun, and Mr. Rachel is a reputable member of gun law, and you're suggesting to compete with him..."

The coach didn't finish, but the meaning was obvious.

"Martin, don't act brave. He's a member here, and you haven't played with a real gun before." Renee also tried to stop him.

"I think I should be a little better than him," Martin said with a smile.

"A little better than me? Since you are determined to challenge me, if I should not fight, wouldn't that be a joke?" Rachel said with a laugh.

Rachel was looking for a chance to give Martin a little color to look at, and he didn't expect it. Wasn't it right for Martin to take the initiative to hit the gun?

The two men's fight naturally caught the attention of their cousins.

"Well, Martin challenged Rachel? Isn't he stupid?"

"A bastard who hasn't even touch a gun dared to challenge Rachel. It's really not so wise of him."

They all stifled a laugh.

Even the coach next door thought Martin was too self-centered.

"Martin, since it's more than one, it's no fun to just empty these guns without any price, so why don't we add a little bit of color?" Rachel said.

"What do you want to bet?" Martin was also smiling.

"It's okay for me to take out my Ferrari and plug it, but the question is, what do you have to bet when you're poor, right?" Rachel retorted with a playful smile.

"If he loses, how about he won't going back into our family half step?" Martin said flatly.

"Okay! This is not something that I forced you into. This is your own request to test me." Rachel laughed.

"No problem. Let's begin!"

The others were cajoling.

"That's for sure. If I lose, I will give my Ferrari to you. But if you lose, you get kicked out, and you're not allowed to step, not even half a step, to the James family!" Rachel reiterated their conditions.

"Martin, you really shouldn't do it." Martin made such a bet, and Renee could only shake her head and sigh. She tried to persuade Martin, but to no avail at all.

"Renee, don't worry, I'll win." Martin flashed a confident smile.

Soon, Martin and Rachel came to the shooting position.

More than a dozen of their cousins naturally gathered around to see who's going to win.

Even some of the club members, after hearing Rachel betting on a three-million-dollar Ferrari, ran over to see them.

In a country like JY City, a three-million bet was absolutely amazing.

"Rachel's a good shooter. It's said that his opponent is his poor cousin who's definitely not touched a gun."

"A guy who hasn't touched a gun? Compared to Rachel, there's no suspense at all."

The other members, who came to see the excitement, all talked about it.

"Mr. Martin, since you may not have used a real gun, I'll explain to you first the precautions and priorities for these ammunitions." The coach said to Martin.

"No need." Martin waved his hand.

"Are you sure you don't have to?" The coach was surprised.

"I'm sure." Martin nodded.

The coach said no more, so he backed away.

"Even with knowing how to use a real gun, you don't want to listen to the coach. You really think you're a genius who doesn't need anyone's guidance, huh?" Rachel remarked.

"It's okay, I've played with toy guns before, and I think it should be about the same as a real gun." Martin had a playful smile.

"What? A toy gun?"

As soon as Martin's words came out, there was an instant burst of laughter around him.

"This boy is too amusing. He only played with a toy gun, then dared to challenge Rachel. How ridiculous!"

"He amuses me. This boy is amazing!"

Renee didn't know whether to weep or laugh when she heard Martin.

Rachel laughed. "Martin, to be honest with you, you're really insulting me."

"Rachel, let's talk less nonsense, shall we? Let's get started. I'll let you do it first." Martin was still smiling.

Rachel also stopped talking nonsense and went straight to the shooting position.

The indoor pistol shooting distance was generally 10-50 meters.

Rachel picked a target position of 30 meters, a distance that was already a little difficult for pistol shooting.

Of course, the advantage of the interior design was that there was no wind and other external factors that affect the shots fired. Had they been outdoors, it would be more difficult.

"Rachel, there are several JY City's top son-in-law around who came to watch, saying they also want this boy to win!" Mick said.

"Mick, do you think I'm going to lose to him?" Rachel smiled confidently.

After that, Rachel picked up the pistol directly, aimed at the target in front then started to shoot.

Rachel fired all ten rounds out of the pistol in one go.

"Target, 6 rings, 8 rings, 8 rings, 4 rings, 7 rings, 8 rings, 5 rings, 5 rings, 7 rings, 6 rings. A total of 64 rings!"

The results were quickly reported, and Rachel got a good 64.

"Way to go!"

When Mick saw the result, he cheered!

"At 30m, Rachel can get a 64, which isn't a bad record in the club."

"Yeah, that's an extraordinary achievement," Rachel said.

The coaches around them talked about it.

"Wow, thirty meters is so far away. His shots are on target. Rachel is so good."

"Rachel's so handsome!"

Their cousins cheered even more for him.

This was a 30-meter target position, and the others who did their own shooting with the basic 10-meter target position could barely hit the target.

So, when they saw Rachel do it, they were all amazed.

"Not bad!" Rachel also smiled with satisfaction.

Rachel usually shot at a 30-meter target position. Generally, one can only hit about 50 rings, he hit 64 rings. He was really extraordinary.

"It's your turn, boy!" Rachel looked at Martin.

Martin said nothing and went straight to the firing position, where the coach reloaded the gun with bullets.

"This boy has not even played with a real gun, much more at a 30-meter distance. Still, he thinks he can hit the target with at least one or two shots. He's just embarrassing himself!"

The onlookers lost interest when it was Martin's turn.

Rachel and Mick also looked at Martin with a playful smile.

Martin hasn't started yet, but they can already sense their triumph.

"Sir, you can start."

The coach finished reloading the gun and placed it in front of Martin.

Martin first looked at the target in front of him and then picked up the pistol in front of him.

He carried the gun and started to aim.

"What? His movements are up to the standards!"

A few coaches next to him were startled by Martin's gun-holding posture because it was a standard movement of no less than that of a soldier!

A burst of gunfire rang out. Martin went straight out of the way with all ten bullets.

"Target, 9 rings, 10 rings, 10 rings. 10 rings, 9 rings, 10 rings, 9 rings, 9 rings, 10 rings, 10 rings. 96 rings!"

When the 96 rings were reported, the entire shooting range were trapped in a dead silence.

30 meters and he scored 96 rings!

Goodness, that's enough to break the record in the 30-meter pistol design of a club member.

His score was way many times better than Rachel's!

At this moment, everyone was looking at Martin with a thought-provoking look.

Before Martin came on, everyone thought he was dense, but it turned out that he was a king.

At this point, there was no need for any extra words.

Because Martin has slapped everyone in the face with facts, with real scores!

"Here you are with the gun." Martin handed the gun to the dumbfounded coach

The coach swallowed his saliva and then respectfully took the gun with both his hands. Just before, he was about to teach him the basics, but Martin refused, and he thought Martin was timid, yet now he knows the truth.

As a veteran, he was a coach who respected only those who have the right to be respected, and Martin certainly earned one.

Then, Martin walked up to Rachel.

"Rachel, you lost." Martin downplayed it.