CHAPTER 393: CHAPTER 375: MIRACLE PERFORMANCE

80-meter pistol shooting!

Mountain Eagle was not the first to hit a wine bottle with a pistol; both Camel and Silver Fox had done it before.

But when Camel and Silver Fox shot, they did not look as relaxed as he did.

The deliberately repositioned wine bottles shattered in succession, which was almost like Mountain Eagle shooting without seeing the target; this was no longer a matter of shooting technique. In the eyes of these professional experts, it was a combination of skill, judgment, and luck.

This wasn’t just a question of difficulty; Mountain Eagle, while completing a challenging shot, also won a psychological battle regarding the position of the targets against Shark and Bull Head, claiming a resounding victory.

In fact, Mountain Eagle had cheated with the help of Golden Cicada...

Although Golden Cicada only provided ultrasonic vision, the actual shooting still depended on Mountain Eagle himself, but this was sufficient to break the defenses of Shark and Bull Head.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang," Another five gunshots rang out...

The juice from the second row of tomatoes bursting made Shark and Bull Head exchange a glance, and then watched Ham, who had previously bet with Mountain Eagle, with schadenfreude laughter.

Meanwhile, the precision shooters among the Arctic Fox members who had arrived on scene now had their attention fully focused on Mountain Eagle...

Chickpea, Ham, Scorpion, all of them were extremely formidable precision shooters, but now Mountain Eagle seemed strange to them...

It was as if 80 meters was not the limit of Mountain Eagle’s pistol shooting!

This wasn’t about the gun or the shooting technique!

Using a pistol for long-range shooting wasn’t very useful in real combat, but that level of observational power and stable mental quality was a bit terrifying.

Shooters like Chickpea, if they had a top-notch gun and practiced long and hard, could achieve this level as well.

But why hadn’t they done it?

Firstly, it wasn’t necessary, and secondly, to reach that level, one would need to waste precious energy on skills that are not very useful on the battlefield.

But conversely, they were all the more aware of what qualities a person who could achieve this must possess.

Observational power, predictive ability, stability, persistence, determination, confidence...

Lacking any of these abilities, one couldn’t reach the current level!

To challenge the top five bottle caps still required super vision, computational ability, a rock-steady wrist, and outstanding luck...

Among these qualities, the only thing Mountain Eagle lacked was ’super vision’...

Because he was just a normal person, not blessed with the miraculous vision of those born with natural eagle eyes.

But Golden Cicada made up for this shortfall and gave Mountain Eagle the chance to create a miracle!

This was what Mountain Eagle wanted to show; they were all top experts in the industry. Some things didn’t need to be expressed through words. Sometimes, just by pulling a gun and triggering the mechanism, these people could discern something about you.

Then they would match those qualities with their own, and after identifying with them, they could easily become close.

This was the so-called camaraderie amongst heroes because they knew how difficult it was to reach this level...

After Mountain Eagle had finished shooting the tomatoes, he didn’t rush to continue...

He winked at Marta beside him, who was agape with astonishment, then took an enjoyable deep breath of fresh air. After stretching his shoulders, he quickly raised his gun and pulled the trigger...

"Bang"

A 10mm pistol bullet traveled 80 meters, following a faint arc, precisely hitting a swaying bottle cap, and then miraculously achieving a two-for-one shot...

"WTF..."

Shark, who had been focusing on the target, held his head with both hands, displayed a look of disbelief, and then pointed at Ham, bursting into laughter...

Mountain Eagle hadn’t expected to achieve another two-for-one shot; this shot was truly luck!

Golden Cicada had provided him with a clear trajectory of the bottle caps and bullet path...

Taking advantage of the lucky moment, Mountain Eagle pulled the trigger again...

This time he didn’t aim carefully, but fired guided by his own instinct...

"Bang, bang, bang" the remaining three bottle caps burst in succession...

With 44 bullets, Mountain Eagle hit 45 targets, completing a miraculous performance!

Looking at the crowd that had fallen into silence around him, Mountain Eagle, holding his gun with one hand, eased open the slide slightly, checking that there was still one bullet left, then pointed upward and pulled the trigger...

"Bang"

The sound of the gun focused everyone’s attention on him...

Mountain Eagle, leisurely, holstered his pistol and spread his hands saying, "You can start clapping now..."

Mountain Eagle’s overbearing performance left the Arctic Fox members looking at each other until Tessa was the first to cheer, and then everyone else came to their senses and began clapping vigorously.

As the Arctic Fox members clapped, they shouted and cursed, indicating they’d show Mountain Eagle what for in the upcoming matches.

However, their bodies were honest; from the strength of their applause, it was clear that they were genuinely impressed with the pistol shooting.

Mountain Eagle, with Tessa excitedly jumping onto his back, raised his fist in the air and let out a thrilled roar like he had won the world championship...

Indeed, he had cheated, but his shooting ability was genuinely solid, and he had reasons to be proud of himself.

Aside from Mountain Eagle, the only one who had hit an 80-meter bottle cap with a pistol was Camel. Watching Eddie beside him who had suddenly become somewhat dejected, he laughed and said, "Losing to such a monster is nothing to be ashamed of!"

People used to think I was a Monster, and there were definitely those who thought you were a Monster too...

So what?

I can’t even pee cleanly now, and I can’t sleep past 5 o’clock in the morning!"

Eddie glanced at Silver Fox, who remained composed, and shook his head, saying, "This guy always looks like he has an ace up his sleeve; it pisses me off every time I see him.

Every time it comes to a critical moment, I lose to him because I get so angry!"

Talking, Eddie looked at Mountain Eagle in the crowd, nodding slightly and said, "Maybe you’re right; a freak like Silver Fox needs a monster like Mountain Eagle to deal with him.

All of Arctic Fox are perceived as formidable freaks by others!

Silver Fox will eventually understand that Arctic Fox doesn’t need a dispassionate freak to lead another bunch of freaks; Arctic Fox needs a Monster to unleash the potential of these freaks.

Just like how Nine-tailed Fox led us back then!"

Camel listened and shook his head noncommittally, saying, "That’s because you never went through the most painful days of Arctic Fox. Do you know what it feels like to have a major reorganization once or twice a year?

Back then, Arctic Fox was like a wild horse; we ran fearlessly, as if there was nothing in the world we could not do.

And what happened?

Nine-tailed Fox spent the last three years of his life in a hospital bed, wanting to die every day, because he told me that as soon as he closed his eyes, he would see those fallen comrades."

Eddie listened, shook his head silently, not arguing, but not fully agreeing either...

The Arctic Fox of the past was like a wild horse, free-spirited and passionate, a group of people who didn’t care about the future, fighting for glory and money all over the world.

Now, Arctic Fox is like a precise machine, still formidable, but without the spirit they had before.

Camel’s attitude made Eddie very depressed, he looked at Mountain Eagle celebrating, and simply put down his rifle, giving up on the competition.

Seeing this, Camel decided not to compete either...

Taking advantage of the celebration, Camel took the initiative to walk over to a clay pigeon launcher and called for a group of trailing Arctic Fox to finish their internal competition first.

Shooting clay pigeons with a rifle is extremely difficult, even for a top-notch sharpshooter like Chickpea, it’s impossible to achieve a hit rate of over 90%.

Shark, the assault man, and Bull Head, the machine gunner, took an alternative approach, using a three-shot burst for each round to address the two clay pigeons launched, ensuring they hit every round.

By the time it was Silver Fox and Mountain Eagle’s turn, it was almost noon...

Silver Fox, who had been maintaining the stance of a bystander, suddenly approached Mountain Eagle...

Looking at this complex young man, Silver Fox smiled and said, "It’s our turn, I hope you really are as omnipotent as Blood Fox says."

Mountain Eagle now harbored no ill will towards Silver Fox, smiling and nodding, he said, "No one is omnipotent, I just happen to be fairly good at both fighting and earning money."

With that, Mountain Eagle looked at Silver Fox’s slightly furrowed brows, raised his hand and said, "Don’t worry, I have no designs on your retirement fund..."

Silver Fox was taken aback...

Lately, he had received feedback, all from Blood Fox and Mr. Poincaré and their group, incessantly lobbying for him to transfer the management rights of the retirement fund.

And now Mountain Eagle suddenly says he’s not interested...

Looking at Mountain Eagle’s earnest face, Silver Fox curiously asked, "Then what do you want?"

Mountain Eagle beckoned to hacker Zorn and took a phone from him, opened it and launched an app marked with Arctic Fox’s symbol, showing it to Silver Fox...

"I had someone design this enclosed communication app...

I need every member of Arctic Fox and the descendants of Arctic Fox’s families to download and log into this communication app...

It’s a bit complex in functionality but for most people, it can be seen as an internal liaison app with instant messaging.

For me, it’s an ERP software that combines financial and collaborative management.

I need every member of Arctic Fox, including their descendants, to become a node; I need every node to provide help when the team needs it."

Mountain Eagle looked at Silver Fox’s surprised face and said with a smile, "You are French, ’Liberté, égalité, fraternité’ is a phrase you must understand more profoundly than I do.

You always regard the descendants of Arctic Fox as those in need of help, perhaps even a burden.

But in my eyes, or to me, they might be even more valuable than you active members of Arctic Fox...

Blood Fox wants me to take on the responsibility for him, and I agreed, offering my solution.

At the same time, I have my own demands; a million annual salary is just the beginning, I need all of you to respond proactively when I send out a notice.

I won’t make unreasonable demands, I might not even need you to fight, just some simple little things."

Silver Fox was silent for nearly half a minute, then looked up at Mountain Eagle and said seriously with his rifle in hand, "If you beat me, I accept all your conditions, and I personally will cover 50% of your annual salary..."