Mr. Yan, wake up! Your wife isn't a delicate little flower.

After several shots, Tian Ce's hit rate was pitifully low.

Even if the bullets are fired, they only hit the wall, so it's basically worth zero points.

Tian Ce helplessly put down his gun: "I'm really fed up, I'm just not good enough, I can barely hit anything."

"Don't be discouraged, there are still several hostages!"

"Yeah, you can't just let the hostages show up like that."

"Shoot, buddy! Running away is not the way to go."

Upon hearing this, Tian Ce picked up the gun in his hand.

"Bang!"

Paintballs flew out and hit the kidnapper's arm.

"Wuhu!"

Cheers erupted, and someone immediately said, "You hit it! Don't be shy, keep attacking!"

"Yeah, you're really good. Keep going."

"This result is not bad. Oh, it's happened again."

No sooner had the man finished giving his advice than Tian Ce fired another shot.

"Bang!"

The gun hit the man directly in the head.

It actually succeeded.

Quick and accurate.

"Wow, that's amazing!"

"His marksmanship is not bad, but he hesitates too much sometimes. By the time he hesitates like that, the hostages are already dead."

The squad leader shook his head helplessly and looked at Fang Wei next to him: "This level is considered below average."

"He hasn't gotten used to it yet, but he'll be fine once he does." Fang Wei nodded with a smile. "After all, it was a headshot."

The class monitor, who had been sitting, straightened up and suddenly realized, "If you calculate it that way, then it is indeed much more impressive."

"That's right, when we first started training, our accuracy wasn't as good as theirs, that's why we're saying this."

The two exchanged a few playful words, while Tian Ce had already finished firing.

His grades were actually pretty good.

I hit the kidnapper three times: once in the head, and twice in the arm. The rest of the time, I either missed the target or was killed before I could even react.

Fortunately, none of the shots hit the hostages.

"Clap clap clap!"

Everyone applauded him, and Fang Wei patted him on the shoulder: "Your skills are already very good. If you practice diligently, your future is limitless."

"No, I'm just interested in shooting, I have no intention of pursuing further studies in this area," Tian Ce quickly refused.

Hearing everyone's praise, he realized that his shooting skills were actually quite good.

But if he really pursues further studies, it will ruin his wonderful life!

Fang Wei stopped trying to persuade them and turned his gaze to Yin Haisen and Cheng Xihe: "Which of you two wants to go first?"

"Xihe, would you like to go first?" Yin Haisen looked at Cheng Xihe and asked gently.

Shaking her head, Cheng Xihe looked at him and said, "You go first. I also want to see how good you are."

"I'm just average, my skill level isn't that great." Yin Haisen shook his head modestly and walked over.

Fang Wei patted his strong arm: "You played very well just now, keep up the good work."

Although Yin Haisen's brilliance was overshadowed by Cheng Xihe later, it cannot be denied that he was indeed quite good.

"I will try my best."

Yin Haisen walked over, picked up the paintball gun, and carefully prepared.

The squad leader glanced at the time. "Ready, go!"

"Bang!"

A dark figure and a hostage appeared by the wall.

Yin Haisen quickly turned his head and shot the robber in the head, cleanly and decisively.

"Wow!"

"Not bad, young man!"

"This technology is really good!"

Yin Haisen ignored everyone's praise, his eyes fixed intently on the shooting range.

Suddenly, a hostage appeared at the top, with the kidnapper's gun pressed against the hostage's head.

If Yin Haisen hadn't been keeping a close eye on things, we would have missed it.

Not a single person chatting below looked up.

"Bang!"

Yin Haisen quickly raised his hand and fired a shot.

It hit the kidnapper right near his temple, just a tiny bit off target.

"You hit the target."

"The speed was so fast that the bullet grazed his temple, that's really impressive."

"He seemed to have plenty of time, allowing ample time for shooting, and he was better than all of us."

In the next few shots, Yin Haisen only missed one, and the rest either grazed the edge or were in unfavorable positions, but he still managed to score points.

A direct headshot only takes two shots.

The recorder glanced at the results: "Not bad. Those who missed were just a little slow to react and almost missed."

"That's also divided into categories."

Fang Wei patted the recorder on the shoulder: "Besides, this is our first time playing something like this, right, Yin Haisen?"

"Yes, thank you, Instructor Fang, for giving me this opportunity," Yin Haisen said very politely.

Instructor Fang chuckled and said, "Stop flattering me. It's only because you're so capable that I'm acting like this."

"That's a pretty good score. Such a great start for the first time! He's got potential!"

"If that's what you're saying, then what am I supposed to do?" Tian Ce, who was originally confident and proud, now realized that there are always people more capable than him, and that there's always something beyond his reach.

He wasn't so proud anymore.

Instructor Fang walked over and patted him on the shoulder: "There's not much to do. Let's see how Xihe does."

"This target is quite difficult," Yin Haisen said casually to Cheng Xihe.

Cheng Xihe nodded.

Instructor Fang said nonchalantly, "It's just a regular moving target, there's no difficulty level involved. These are all part of your training, I'm just letting you try it out beforehand."

For him to say such a thing is quite presumptuous.

Cheng Xihe scoffed, "Then let Instructor Fang go first and show everyone his special skill."

"No, I'd rather not. My shooting skills are just so-so. If I actually used my skills, I'd just scare everyone."

Fang Wei quickly waved his hand and declined Cheng Xihe's invitation.

Tian Ce chuckled and said, "I think you just don't dare, instructor. Well, if you were that good, you would have joined the shooting team."

"Hey, you little rascal, you're trying to provoke me."

Upon hearing this, Tian Ce and Yin Haisen both looked at Fang Wei with curiosity.

Fang Wei forced a smile: "You've misunderstood. Provocation won't work on me. Xihe, go on."

"Um."

Cheng Xihe walked over and skillfully weighed the gun in his hand.

This paintball gun is quite heavy; you have to hold it with both hands, and the force is unevenly distributed.

It's easy to deviate if you don't hit it perfectly.

It also needs to be done quickly, which is really difficult.

Cheng Xihe raised the gun and slung it over his shoulder, his eyes fixed on the scope.

"Can we begin?" The recorder glanced at Cheng Xihe's two 10-ring scores, widened his eyes, and quickly asked.

Cheng Xihe took a deep breath and slowly exhaled: "Begin!"