Chapter 1251

Ten rounds just now, he has done his best.

The reason why he want to shoot first is because he was afraid that if

he shoot later, he will lose to her on purpose because of his soft heart.

This will not allow him to fully present himself in front of her.

Frank and Howard both looked at each other. There was a grim look in

each other's eyes.

It's over. Who knew Chris was such a good shot?

Only two shots were 10.8 and the rest were 10.9, meaning Joyce could

only shoot one 10.8 and had to shoot 10.9 for the rest to win.

Any normal person knows that it is almost impossible.

The accuracy of 0.01 mm. In addition to ability, there is also an element

of luck.

It's over, the two of them are definitely going to make a fool of

themselves today.

Frank lamented that he should have known better than to follow

Howard's blind rant.

Luther glanced worriedly at Joyce, who also did not expect that the

chess match.

Before, it was he who underestimated Chris , able to command the

Alvonia warlords, really have a few brilliance.

Joyce's lips flattened as she realized she'd fallen into Chris's pit.

Where was he giving in to her?

It was clear that she was putting more pressure on her.

Chris shot such a score that she only had to be slightly distracted and

she would have lost completely.

So, he was not giving in to her at all, but he was the first to finish the

ten shots to suppress her, so that she would know what to do, and for

the victory, Chris was bound to win.

Joyce turned her head and glanced coldly at Chris, who had his arms

wrapped around his chest and was now looking at her calmly.

Chris smiled, his eyes full of admiration, “If you feel that you are having

too much pressure, you can give up the game. No shame, after all, I'm

the commander-in-chief and a man. It's nothing for you to lose to me."

Joyce, in this moment, suddenly felt that Chris was doing it because of

what happened in the hardware market.

He wanted to prove himself and get it back.

Oh, petty men.

Joyce's lips curled up in a scribbled smile.

"The game has just begun, admit defeat? Impossible.”

This smile, stunning to Chris, he immersed in this smile, a long time

can not come back to mind.

When you come back to your senses again.

Joyce had already loaded the special stock, concentrated, and fired at

the bullseye.

One shot after another.

The top of the screen, which always shows, is 10.9 rings.

As if it were broken.

No one even knew exactly how many shots she had fired, because the

screen hadn't changed.

Joyce stares and holds her breath, the special gun stock does wonders

for her. She feels no recoil at all, maneuvers freely, and the accuracy

rate is completely within her grasp.

After nine shots of 10.9 rings, the last shot.

She gave a low laugh and pulled the trigger.

The screen has finally changed to show 10.8 rings.

At the same time, also showed the final score, ten shots have been

shot, the first nine shots are 10.9, the last shot 10.8 ...

It feels like it's intentional.

Yes, in fact, she did it on purpose.

Deliberately shot 10.8 on the last shot and told Chris that he only beat

him by 0.1 ring and was giving him the benefit of the doubt.

She could have hit all 10.9 and made him lose half of his face.

So, who is giving face to whom?

After she finished shooting, the whole range was silent.

There was only shock left.

No one even clapped, they all stared at Joyce in disbelief.

Including Chris, who looked at her incredulously. He knew that she was

nakedly provocative.

Because, 10.9, or 10.8, she has been able to control it, while he

cannot.

What is the difference?

He lost.

Convinced by heart.