After being in a daze for a while, Zhao Yulin began to feel that there were about five or six people walking towards him, but their speed was relatively slow. If they were some R organization guys who came to attack him, they would not move at such a pace.

Zhao Yulin slowly turned around and stared at the only door leading to the roof. Not long after, Ma Huibing and several of Hai Boye's men appeared in front of Zhao Yulin.

"It's you." Zhao Yulin said slowly.

At this time, Ma Huibing walked forward and said, "Tianlan, you are here."

It was obvious that this guy came just for him, so Zhao Yulin slowly said, "What do you want to see me about?"

"I heard that you are a top figure in the mercenary world. I came here to see if you have the ability." Ma Huibing said as if to provoke.

Zhao Yulin looked at Ma Huibing, "It seems interesting. Do you want to see it this way? It makes me interested."

After hearing what Zhao Yulin said, Ma Huibing took off the sniper rifle on his back, "How about a shooting competition? I think the famous Tianlan should not be unable to even sniper, right?"

"You want to compete in this, right? Okay." Zhao Yulin said directly.

Then they came to a nearby hilltop. Ma Huibing asked Hai Boye's men to place the target, and then said to Zhao Yulin: "This time, let's see if we can hit the target 300 yards away!"

Zhao Yulin's eyes were just looking at the sniper rifle in Ma Huibing's hand, "Is this a Barrett M95? A good gun."

Hearing Zhao Yulin say this, Ma Huibing looked at the gun in his hand, and then looked at Zhao Yulin, "Oh, you know your stuff."

Then Hai Boye's men sent a radio message saying that they had already placed the target 300 yards away.

"I'll go first." Now Ma Huibing was eager to let Zhao Yulin know how strong his strength was, so he said immediately.

Zhao Yulin just nodded, "Please."

At this time, Ma Huibing lay on the ground, and then began to look for the target with his sniper rifle, while Zhao Yulin just stood aside and watched Ma Huibing. It must be said that this guy's movements are very professional and he looks very powerful.

After a while, Ma Huibing began to aim at the target and then pulled the trigger.

Zhao Yulin saw it clearly with a telescope. With just one shot, Ma Huibing shot through the bricks 300 yards away.

"Good shooting skills." Zhao Yulin said sincerely.

Ma Huibing stood up, he looked quite calm, as if to say that such a distance was not even a warm-up.

"It's your turn." Ma Huibing said this immediately. He was waiting for the moment when Zhao Yulin missed the target. In that case, he would definitely feel extremely vain and have fun. He could also ridicule that the so-called top mercenary was just like this and his shooting skills were not as good as his.

Zhao Yulin opened a suitcase and saw that it was filled with several Blazer R93 sniper rifles. These were all given to him by Jack Chen.

"Blaze R93? Hasn't it been discontinued? Does anyone still use this kind of gun now?" Although this gun has only been discontinued for a short time, to Ma Huibing, it is like an antique from the last century.

"No matter whether it is discontinued or not, a gun that is easy to use is a good gun." Zhao Yulin put the gun on a big stone and began to look for a target.

With the help of the scope, Zhao Yulin saw a brick on the stone 300 yards away, and then said, "Is it that brick?"

Ma Huibing did not answer Zhao Yulin's question. He crossed his hands in front of his chest, with a smile on his lips, as if he had foreseen that Zhao Yulin would fail to hit the target.

Bang! While Ma Huibing was thinking about these things, Zhao Yulin had already pulled the trigger and a bullet was fired from the muzzle of the gun.

Ma Huibing quickly picked up the telescope and took a look. He saw that the brick had fallen down with a bullet hole on it.

He didn't expect Zhao Yulin to be able to complete the goal so easily. Ma Huibing put down the telescope and looked at Zhao Yulin. It seems that this guy has some tricks!

At this time, Zhao Yulin had already stood up, "It seems that we can't decide the winner now. Should we adjust the range a little further? How about 400 yards?"

"Five hundred yards! Do you dare to come?" Unexpectedly, Zhao Yulin dared to provoke him like this. Ma Huibing immediately called out a larger number to show his ability!

At this time, he must not be overwhelmed by Zhao Yulin's momentum, and he must not lose to Zhao Yulin in his best area!

Zhao Yulin just smiled and said, "Five hundred yards? Okay, let's have some fun."

Then Hai Boye's men set up the target five hundred yards away, and Ma Huibing quickly lay down at the position where he had just shot, and then began to aim at the target.

Ma Huibing knew the extent of his ability, and he was very clear about it. After more than ten years of shooting, his maximum range was eight hundred yards. It was hard to say beyond this point, but Ma Huibing believed that Zhao Yulin would definitely not be able to hit the target eight hundred yards away!

Bang! After a gunshot, the bricks 500 yards away fell to the ground. Ma Huibing stood up with a sniper rifle and said to Zhao Yulin very easily: "Tianluo, it's your turn."

However, Zhao Yulin's action was faster than Ma Huibing. After a gunshot, the bricks 500 yards away were directly shattered.

Ma Huibing began to feel something was wrong. What's wrong with this guy? He still looks so relaxed?

"It seems that the winner is still undecided. Do you want to continue?" Zhao Yulin said very relaxedly.

At this moment, Ma Huibing just gritted his teeth and looked at Zhao Yulin. The winner is still not determined? I'm afraid that's not the case anymore. The winner has been decided. Ma Huibing, who has been trying to figure out who's better, is clearly the loser!

But now that things have come to this, Ma Huibing can't just back down. He has to at least beat Zhao Yulin in terms of marksmanship!

However, things are much more difficult than Ma Huibing thought. Six hundred yards and seven hundred yards, these two distances can't stump Zhao Yulin. He still hits the target accurately as always, just like an annoying cockroach that can't be subdued no matter what.

"Oh, this is really exciting. It looks like we're going to start the eight-hundred-yard race." Zhao Yulin now looks like he's enjoying this competition.

Ma Huibing doesn't have much to say. Since Zhao Yulin wants to come, he'll accompany him to the end!

After lying on the ground, Ma Huibing held his breath, aimed at the target and pulled the trigger.

The bricks 800 yards away fell down. Ma Huibing breathed a sigh of relief, then stood up and said to Zhao Yulin: "Tianluo, it's your turn now."

Zhao Yulin shook his shoulders and then lay on the ground. He looked as relaxed as ever. After aiming at the target, he quickly pulled the trigger.

After a gunshot, the bricks fell down. Zhao Yulin slowly stood up. "It's really troublesome. It's already 800 yards, but I still can't tell who won."

When Zhao Yulin said this so easily, Ma Huibing, who was standing next to him, had already opened his mouth wide. What's going on? Zhao Yulin actually hit the target at 800 yards so easily. Is this guy still human?

And most importantly, his limit is only 800 yards. What should he do next? Can he accurately hit the target at 900 yards?

Ma Huibing was unsure. He had practiced for so long. If the target was 900 yards away, he could only hit three out of ten shots, which was a 30% probability.

But now that things had come to this, he couldn't just give up, could he? Ma Huibing believed in himself. Whether it was God's favor or his own potential, he was sure he could hit the target 900 yards away!

"It doesn't seem like this is a solution. We seem to have wasted too much time here. How about this, let's just shoot at 1,000 yards?" At this time, Zhao Yulin uttered this sentence.

Just this sentence made Ma Huibing stunned. Just now he was so enthusiastic about hitting the target 900 yards away, but in the blink of an eye, Zhao Yulin said he wanted to play at 1,000 yards? Is this guy crazy? !

At a distance of one thousand yards, there is no way I can hit the target no matter what! Ma Huibing is very clear about this.

Should I tell Zhao Yulin to change the distance to nine hundred yards first? But what is the difference between doing so and giving up?

And now Zhao Yulin is still as confident as before. He doesn't think he can hit a target a thousand yards away, does he? This is ridiculous!

"What's wrong? Is there any problem?" Zhao Yulin noticed that Ma Huibing looked a little strange, so he asked immediately.

In fact, Zhao Yulin already knew what Ma Huibing was probably guessing. In the previous few shootings, Ma Huibing completed the sniping quite easily, but when sniping at eight hundred yards just now, Ma Huibing was relieved after hitting the target. This means that his maximum shooting range is probably eight hundred yards, right?

That's why Zhao Yulin specifically mentioned the number of 1,000 yards, and now Ma Huibing's performance made Zhao Yulin know that everything was in his plan.

"No, no problem, let's do it." Ma Huibing said very stiffly.

After Hai Boye's men placed the target a thousand yards away, Ma Huibing suddenly said to Zhao Yulin: "Why don't you go first? I always got there first just now, which doesn't seem good."

Zhao Yulin just looked at Ma Huibing and then nodded, "Okay."

After saying this, Zhao Yulin lay down and began to aim at the target a thousand yards away. Now Ma Huibing bet everything on Zhao Yulin's inability to hit the target.

If he missed, even if he missed, it would be a tie at most, and maybe he could tell who was better at nine hundred yards.

It would be even better if Zhao Yulin missed and I could hit the target. That way I could win directly!