Chapter 150 Traditional Art

Author: Six Days and Four Dusts

Chapter 150 Traditional Art

After some push, the one who raised the gun was Matsuo Takashi.

"Oh, I've been here for so long every week, and this is the first time I have left this position," Matsuo Takashi was full of the host's entertainment spirit, touching the seat beside him affectionately, "I'm still a little reluctant... Who made such an excessive proposal and separated us!"

He glared in anger and glanced at the audience, with a taste of taking advantage of the topic or two.

Today's program plan was managed by him under his argument. On the surface, it was to show his importance to the production of Suwa Dohiko and to dispel his idea of ​​changing the host, while Suwa regards this as his last dying struggle.

But in fact, everything was made in advance for the smooth implementation of the murder plan.

This trick of "showing marksmanship" was an emergency outside the process, and no one explained to him that there was a shortage of people, which made Matsuo Takashi a little panicked and angry.

If Suwa is killed as he wishes, will he be one of the candidates who are proficient in shooting skills greatly increase suspicion?

"Hahaha, Mr. Matsuo is so terrible." Nagai Ayako, who had no idea about his psychological activities, cooperated with his performance and made a gesture of covering his cheeks with both hands. "It was proposed by Detective Akira. Don't take our anger, defeat him quickly and let him pay the price for his provocation!"

The camera tangently tangently towards Akatsuki, and Tangze showed an innocent smile at Matsuo Takashi.

Matsuo Takashi glared fiercely, with a little murderous intent in his eyes.

These detectives really cause trouble. The two characters he invited this time were obviously not very powerful. One was a silly and had a strange name, the other was a completely novice and just an internet celebrity. He chose today... and the result was still so uneasy!

"Then be mentally prepared!" He shouted, picked up a model gun on the cart, and pointed it at Akichigoro first. "The victorious bullet will pierce all your tricks!"

Tang Ze glanced at him and smiled at him with a narrow eyes.

Although the amplitude has not changed much, Miyano Akimi, who was sitting in the audience, couldn't help but reach out and touch his knee, causing a phantom pain.

Matsuo Takashi didn't notice any problem in this smile, and he pointed his gun at the paper man in front of him with confidence: "I'll start first!"

Soon, he reappeared the operation of shooting through the head on the flying dance photo at home.

"Ba!Ba!Ba!"

The white rubber bullet was fired, and each of them pierced the bull's eye in the human form.

Three BB shots were shot out, and a small hole appeared in each of the black bull's-eye circles.

"Woo! Awesome! It's Matsuo!" After the camera gave three bullet holes a close-up, Nagai Ayako raised her hand and waved her hand, and then applauded hard, "It's too strong!"

"Lucky, lucky..." Looking at his achievements with satisfaction, Matsumoto bent over to Kogoro Mori who was standing in the center, smiling, "Mr. Maori, are you here to try it?"

"Detective Maori, don't be modest, come on!" Nagai Ayako clasped her hands together, put on an expectant expression, and came to Kogoro Mouri, "Even if her grades are not as good as our host, it doesn't prevent you from being an excellent detective, come on!"

"Mr. Maori, you must show the style of the former detective?" Tang Ze also followed suit, and his words were a little bit punctual.

The audience and the two hosts just thought he was teasing what Kogoro Maori just said, and the detective might not be good at shooting skills, and some low laughter came from the scene.

Kogoro Mouri reached out his hand in embarrassment, picked up the model gun in the middle, and looked at the target ahead.

After all, it was just a temporary addition, and the program team did not really want to make things difficult for them. The target was only ten meters away from the gun being released, and the model gun could not produce the recoil like a real gun, and it was not that difficult to aim. The entire setting was more similar to the balloon game that would be played on the memorial booth.

If all of this level are too bad, wouldn't it be a bit embarrassing?

He couldn't tell the level of display, glanced at Akichigoro who was full of smiles, and saw Ran Mori from the audience. He made up his mind, raised his gun and aimed at the target in the moment, and fired three shots in a row.

Nagai Ayako walked to the human figure in the middle, observed for a while, and found that there was only one hole in the bull's eye.

Did the other two shots go off the target? She thought this way, and the expression of amazement on her face was flawless: "I also hit the bull's eye! You have retired for many years, and this shooting skills are very powerful!"

"More than that." Tang Ze pointed at the point, and reached out to point the extra hole, "Mr. Maori, he hit a place with three shots."

"Huh?!" Nagai Ayako covered her mouth, really surprised.

Soon, a clever director cut out the close-up camera position aimed at the target, and the slow replay was cast on the big screen.

During the playback, I saw the first ball breaking the target paper, the second and third balls followed closely, passing through the same position, and shooting behind the target.

As Tang Ze said, he was not shot by one, but his shooting skills were very good. He fired three extremely stable ballistic shots and accurately passed through the same position, so he only left a hole.

"Wow! Mr. Maori!" Nagai Yako screamed and jumped twice, "How can this be called bad marksmanship! Oh my God!"

"No, after all, it's just an air gun..." Kogoro Mouri grinned and touched the back of his head. "Although I'm not awesome among the detectives, I'm also a person who has gotten real guns after all. This is quite unfair."

The applause was heard all over the audience, and Ran Mouri looked very surprised.

Based on her understanding of her father, she had never heard him boast about her career as a criminal police officer. She really thought that he was not very good at this. She wondered if her father would be in a bad mood if he performed too badly during the live broadcast...

Seeing his daughter's expression of amazement, Kogoro Mouri's face relaxed and he took a step back easily: "Akichie, it's your turn. Don't embarrass the detective, boy."

Although he was a little confused, he was also a veteran of the world who had been struggling in society for many years. Although Takashi Matsuo's disdain and hostility were not much, he vaguely noticed it.

"Don't worry, Mr. Maori." Tang Ze smiled freely, picked up the last model gun, imitated Matsuo Takashi just now, and turned his head and pointed the gun at Matsuo. "That's all, Mr. overconfident, your conspiracy will be seen through in front of the detectives."

What he said was a trash talk similar to Matsuo, and it seemed that he had some ideas, which made Matsuo Takashi's back feel cold.

This guy who is not dry...

Tang Ze restrained his smile, and his eyebrows and eyes that no longer bent showed his deep eyes. He turned his muzzle and faced the three human-shaped targets.

"Smack sex..."

After a series of dense gunfires, Tang Ze emptied the entire model gun magazine at the three targets, tilted his head and looked at the target for two seconds, and slowly lowered the muzzle as if he was still unfulfilled.

"Ah..." Nagai Ayako was shocked by the unexpected movement, and only came back to her senses after a few seconds and looked at the three standing cards.

There is no new hole on the stand.

With the precedent of Kogoro Mouri, no one doubted whether he missed a shot, and the director directly cut out the slow close-up of three different camera positions.

On the screen, a series of white rubber bullets are as accurately calculated in slow motion, maintaining the same spacing, one by one passing through the bullet holes left by the loose tail just now, without causing any new damage to the target paper.

"Akira!" Nagai Ayako screamed first and clapped her hands hard, "So handsome! It's worthy of being you!"

When Tang Ze heard her Kakuyi, he secretly regretted that she was not Jiaoka, and she couldn't have a classic reproduction. Then he looked up and watched the video that was played back for a while, and felt equally good.

Have you said that if the traditional American martial arts do not have the traditional skills of clearing magazines, what is the American style of living?
Chapter completed!