A crisp gunshot rang out without warning!
The bullet tore through the air with a sharp whistle, precisely traversing a distance of fifty meters and striking the bullseye.
The target marker almost instinctively raised his binoculars, and when he saw the clear bullet hole on the target paper, he froze, nearly dropping the binoculars. He blinked hard, making sure he wasn't mistaken, and then, in a voice distorted with extreme excitement, he hoarsely shouted:
"Ten...ten rings!"
boom!
A suppressed gasp rippled through the crowd!
It really is... another ten rings!
Everyone's hearts were in their throats! Their eyes were glued to the slender figure at the shooting position.
However, Su Tang, who was at the shooting position, had no expression on her face, as if that earth-shattering shot was as simple as eating and drinking for her.
This is hardly a challenge. In her previous life in "Dragon Flame," in order to train her sniping skills under extreme conditions, she used guns that had been soaked in water, guns with mud stuffed in the barrel, and even guns that she had temporarily pieced together from spare parts.
This gun, with only a five or six-tenths misalignment of the crosshair, seemed as obedient as a toy to her.
She didn't even pause.
With a practiced right hand, he pulled the bolt, and the scorching brass cartridge case popped out crisply, tracing a graceful parabola in the air before landing on the ground.
Load, raise the gun, fire!
The movements were fluid and fast, full of power!
"Bang!"
A second shot rang out immediately!
The target reporter's voice was trembling; he was almost shouting:
"Ten rings! Still ten rings!"
The firing range fell completely silent.
If the first shot could be attributed to sheer luck or a coincidence, what about the second shot?
Everyone stared wide-eyed at Su Tang, afraid of missing a single detail.
"Bang!"
The third shot!
"Ten rings! Ten rings again!"
"Bang!"
The fourth shot!
"A ten-ring! My God! Four ten-rings in a row!"
The target reporter's voice had gone from excited to hoarse; he was like a broken record, only repeating that number with fervor.
Wang Xiaoya and Chen Xiaocao held each other's hands tightly, tears streaming down their faces, but they covered their mouths tightly, not daring to make a sound, for fear of disturbing Su An.
On the high platform, Lei Kuan held binoculars, his hawk-like eyes locked on Su Tang's back, as if trying to see through her.
In that instant when everyone's thoughts were in different states—
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
What followed was a barrage of three consecutive attacks!
The gunfire was so dense it seemed to form a continuous line, one shot after another, crisp and clean, without any hesitation!
The target reporter's voice had turned into a near-shattering roar.
"Ten rings!"
"Still a bullseye!"
"My God! That's the seventh one! All ten rings!"
Seven bullets, seven bullseyes!
"Holy crap... Am I dreaming?" A male soldier pinched his thigh hard, wincing in pain. "Seven bullseyes!"
"This girl... is she possessed by a gun god? To be shot like this with a broken gun, is she even human?"
"Stop talking, just watch! We're witnessing history today!"
The entire firing range was engulfed in a frenzy.
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