CHAPTER 389: CHAPTER 372 DIFFICULT COMPETITION

seconds!

targets, with 6 obstructed, and 5 of them are just 3 centimeter bottle caps...

Camel even reloaded twice in the middle, and nailed all 15 shots in just 9 seconds.

Whether this is a world record or not, no one is sure, but the result certainly gave everyone present a sense of unreality.

Pigeon rushed to Marta, checked her stopwatch, then repeatedly verified its accuracy, finally accepting the result and started clapping.

Not only accurate but unreasonably fast.

It even creates a somewhat surreal illusion!

Camel saw Marta, the little sister, looking at him with admiring eyes. He twirled the revolver in his hand, pretentiously blew the gun smoke from the barrel, and then stylishly reholstered it.

"Sorry, I didn’t perform my best, I can go faster next time."

This old guy, even without wearing cowboy jeans or spurs, still radiated a strong old-school cowboy vibe, just like a character from an old movie stepping into reality.

Mountain Eagle saw stars in Tessa’s eyes and got a bit annoyed; he adjusted her head to face him and joined a bunch of Arctic Fox guys in jeering, then said to Tessa, "Hey, speed alone means nothing, the competition just started..."

Tessa narrowed her eyes, patted his chest, and said, "I know you’re fast too!

But you don’t have to compete with an old man, winning isn’t honorable..."

Mountain Eagle got so annoyed, he hugged Tessa’s shoulder, covered her mouth, and said irritably, "I was talking about shooting..."

Tessa glanced at Mountain Eagle’s wounded leg, her expression disdainful as she said, "What do you think I’m talking about?"

A Spaniard named Ham, standing by Mountain Eagle, suddenly burst out laughing and pointed at Tessa, saying, "I like you..."

Then he sized up Mountain Eagle with a disdainful look and said, "Dude..."

Mountain Eagle raised his middle finger before Ham could speak mockingly, saying, "Only the winner has the right to despise me!

Write whatever you want to say on a piece of paper later, and the loser will eat it!"

As Mountain Eagle spoke, he observed the crowd cheering around him, pinched provocateur Tessa on the rear, and then flipped everyone off with a circular motion saying, "You can join in too, better write a lot, I’ll make sure you get full."

Mountain Eagle’s attitude stunned the crowd for a moment, then they erupted in even louder booing...

Ham pulled out a Euro note reportedly indestructible by a washing machine, then borrowed a carbon pen from Mr. Poincaré...

"Kid, consider this 100 Euros a welcome gift, hope you can digest it."

While Mountain Eagle clashed with Ham, the third draw Silver Fox voluntarily moved to the shooting position and rolled the dice.

"2"

Butcher stepped up to rearrange targets and added obstructions...

However, this time he created some difficulty by misaligning the hidden targets from the center, potentially causing shooters to miscalculate based on memory and spacing.

Silver Fox clearly saw what Butcher was doing, but seemed nonchalant about it.

This white-haired old guy chose a completely different shooting tactic from the previous Chickpea and Camel...

After Marta announced ’ready’, he first drew out a silver M9 pistol, methodically hit 5 bottle caps...

Then at a non-rapid pace, he shattered 6 exposed targets and finally moved sideways lazily, crouching on the ground, to obliterate the obstructed ones.

When Silver Fox signaled he finished shooting, Marta announced his time...

"25 seconds..."

Eddie led a round of booing, but this time, few responded...

If Chickpea and Camel’s shooting had a flamboyant flair, Silver Fox represented true professionalism and competitiveness.

Because in this competition, the first comparison is hit ratio, that is, how many targets 45 pistol rounds and 60 rifle rounds hit, only then does time determine the winner if the counts are equal.

Given the set difficulty of the contest, hit ratio is clearly more critical than speed.

If everyone hits all targets, losing is actually not disgraceful.

Losing targets while trying to show off and getting eliminated earlier – that’s truly embarrassing.

Although Eddie kept jeering Silver Fox, the competition truly got on track starting with Silver Fox, increasing pressure on those following!

Shark, all hits, 28 seconds!

Ham, all hits, 19 seconds!

Scorpion, all hits, 22 seconds!

Bull Head, all hits, 32 seconds!

Eddie, all hits, 13 seconds!

Mountain Eagle, the last to perform, felt the pressure; the shooting technique of these Arctic Fox group was beyond his expectations.

Obviously a machine gunner, Bull Head rolled a ’6’, forcing two obstruction panels together, making him move over twenty meters to find the right angle...

Even at a shooting distance expanded to over thirty meters and angled, this Mongolian didn’t miss any targets.

Remember, this guy’s a machine gunner!

Mountain Eagle had seen this guy shoot targets before, compared to the previous Camel, Eddie would only be slightly faster.

But as the pressure of hitting all targets continued, even Sharpshooter Eddie had to slow down a bit to ensure he wouldn’t lose points.

Mountain Eagle was affected too...

Because he had plans for Arctic Fox, he needed to quickly integrate with them and gain their approval, before he could consider consolidating their internal opinions.

You are a newbie, and people will only take care of you for Blood Fox’s sake. They won’t respect you from their heart, nor will they consider your opinion important.

Therefore, what others need is stable victory, while Mountain Eagle needs more than stability; he must also exceed the average level of the assault man in terms of speed.

When Mountain Eagle entered the field, he repeatedly checked his CZ75 Phantom pistol, and carefully sorted the pistol and rifle bullets poured on the table...

The surrounding Arctic Fox couldn’t help but let out a series of hisses, attempting to interfere with his actions, but Mountain Eagle swiftly cleared his distractions amidst the noisy environment by engaging in simple, repetitive tasks...

He loaded 15 bullets into each pistol magazine, and then filled two AK-105 magazines with the selected rifle ammunition...

Once everything was ready, Mountain Eagle rolled the dice...

Luck was moderate, a "3"!

The Butcher, who had the authority to decide, set up 3 barriers directly in front of the target, and aimed the targets along the central line of the barriers, making it easy for Mountain Eagle to hit targets behind the barriers as long as he controlled the shooting height correctly.

The Butcher’s setup once again elicited hisses from the crowd, but by then, Mountain Eagle was unresponsive to external disturbances.

Standing at the shooting position, he bent down and tested drawing his gun twice, and when he confirmed everything was in the most comfortable state for him, he then raised his hand to signal...

Marta, influenced by him, put away the smile on her face and lifted the stopwatch...

"Ready..."

Mountain Eagle took a deep breath, quickly drew his gun with both hands, disengaged the safety, and pulled the trigger...

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang..."

The bottom layer of beer bottles shattered one by one...

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang..."

The middle layer of tomatoes burst one by one...

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang..."

Caps drifting in the wind were hit, throwing up puffs of colored powder.

Mountain Eagle’s shooting had a unique rhythm; it wasn’t just fast, but a mechanical rhythm devoid of emotional color.

Whether shooting at bottles or caps, his rhythm remained unchanged, with nearly consistent intervals between shots.

Mountain Eagle actually knew he was still slow because, to maintain stability, he had forsaken his more flexible one-handed shooting habit and opted for using both hands.

However, his CZ75 and the Butcher’s bias let him slightly make up some time...

"12.5 seconds..."

With everyone hitting all targets, this score was undisputedly the second best, only behind the godlike performance of Camel.

Deterring the rhythm previously held by Silver Fox, Mountain Eagle rekindled it now.

As a newcomer performing so impressively, they had to bring something to the table...

When Marta excitedly announced Mountain Eagle’s score, Tessa, who had been holding her breath, burst into cheers, rushed over and started shaking Mountain Eagle by the neck...

"You are amazing, Mountain, you are too strong!"

Mountain Eagle grinned, showing his teeth, and making an innocent gesture to the Arctic Foxes, he laughed and said, "Ham, watch your 100 euros, I want to see you eat it later."

Shark scratched his butt, and said to Bull Head beside him, "Where did such a capable guy come from?

It looks like you’re going to be at the bottom, when you run in my underpants, I’ll take photos of you."

Bull Head cursed uncomfortably and said, "How come all the newcomers these past few years are so strong?

Last year it was Iblis, this year it’s Mountain Eagle...

What’s wrong with these freaks, competing with mercenaries for food?"

Chickpea, looking at Mountain Eagle who seemed completely elite, smacked his lips and said, "Is it possible that this guy never thought about becoming a mercenary?

I heard he’s great at making money..."

Bull Head glanced at Chickpea, and with a sneer said, "A person who has trained himself to this level, would he choose to use his best skills to make money, or go and gamble his life with money people?

You too are quite something. Do you have the energy to worry about other things?

Blood Fox is a legend, did he manage to do it?

Silver Fox last year tried to invest in starting a company, but he lost so much he was losing hair every night..."

Chickpea was stunned for a moment, then nodded empathetically and said, "Right, God is fair. He gives you one talent, and takes away some things from elsewhere."

Eddie, with a contemptuous look at these three almost ready to admit defeat, said disdainfully, "You idiots think everyone is like you...

If I were you, I would give all my savings to Mountain Eagle to manage while he still needs funds.

Don’t be like that old-fashioned Silver Fox. He can actually only fight wars, but still poses as a leader all day long.

This kind of fool, who loses even his pants when he tries to run a company, will never lead you to any benefits beyond the money earned from risking your lives."

Continuing, Eddie disdainfully said: "You motherfuckers are Arctic Foxes, the world’s number one Mercenary Group, yet you idiots haven’t had more than those trainees with less than two and a half years of practice.

Everyone’s staring at that one hundred million retirement fund, then just starts slacking off!

Don’t tell me, you haven’t gotten big jobs for several years now?

Syria is at war, Libya is at war, Afghan is at war, Crimea, Kosovo, Azerbaijan, Udong; all these places are at war...

I can’t believe you actually went to India to take a job, even cooperating with those Black Cats...

I’m embarrassed for you!"