Dual Transmigration: American Prison, Surviving to a Fantasy Development Stage

McKenna didn't deny it, speaking frankly: "They are all inherited family lands."

It has nothing to do with me.

What she said was absolutely true.

She changed the subject, pointing to the inconspicuous log cabin next to the shooting range: "Alright, enough chit-chat, let's start the competition. The tools are all inside."

Push open the log cabin door, and inside is a private armory.

They have all kinds of guns.

The wooden wall was covered with all kinds of guns.

From flintlock muskets, lever rifles, to Winchester repeating rifles.

They have everything from modern semi-automatic rifles and shotguns to various types of pistols, and even sniper rifles and light machine guns.

The variety and quality of the guns are unmatched by many other gun shops.

The air was filled with a faint smell of gun oil and wood.

McKenna walked to a wall, glanced at it, and finally took down two Winchester Model 1892 lever rifles, which looked quite old but were in excellent condition.

The gun body has a beautiful wood grain.

She handed one of them to Sarah, took the other for herself, and skillfully checked the bolt. "This Winchester 1892 is the standard equipment for cowboys in the West, and it's also the most frequently seen star in those old Western movies."

It has a high rate of fire, and some of the designs of the Maxim gun also referenced its principles.

However, its range and accuracy were later surpassed by newer rifles, and it was gradually phased out.

But it feels amazing for close-quarters rapid-fire shooting, it's incredibly satisfying. How about we use it for a competition?

Sarah: "I have no problem with anything."

McKenna loaded both guns with special low-powered match ammunition to ensure safety.

"The rules are simple: see who can use this Winchester first and pop ten balloons the fastest."

She pointed to a temporary device erected near the shooting range, with ten red balloons hanging on it, about ten meters away.

"OK, no problem." Sarah took the gun, weighed it in her hand, assumed a shooting stance, and tested its feel, her face full of confidence.

She had handled many modern rifles at the shooting range and was confident in her marksmanship.

McKenna, seeing her confident demeanor, smiled slightly. "You're a guest, why don't you go first?"

"Okay," Sarah replied without hesitation.

"Should we test fire a few shots with the hot gun first to get a feel for it?"

"No need, let's get started."

Sarah adjusted her stance, firmly resting the butt of her rifle against her shoulder, and stared sharply at the balloon in the distance.

"Lin, you should be the referee and keep time; that's the fairest way," McKenna said, turning to Lin Feng.

"Okay." Lin Feng took out his phone and activated the stopwatch function.

Sarah took a deep breath, held it, tensed all her muscles slightly, and entered a state of focus.

"start!"

At Lin Feng's command, Sarah's finger swiftly pulled the trigger.

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

The distinctive firing sounds of the lever-action rifle rang out one after another, crisp and rhythmic.

Sarah's movements were quite fluid; with each shot, she would quickly pull the lever to eject the spent cartridge and reload, aiming at the next target.

She is already much faster than the average person and has a good training foundation.

"Bang!" The last bullet was fired, and the tenth balloon burst.

Lin Feng pressed the pause button at the same time.

"6.05 seconds, ten balloons, all hit," Lin Feng announced the results.

Sarah lowered her gun, breathed a slight sigh of relief, seemingly satisfied with the result, and looked at McKenna provocatively.

McKenna just smiled and didn't say anything.

He picked up his Winchester rifle and went to his shooting position.

Her movements were even somewhat casual, but her eyes instantly became incredibly focused, like an eagle locking onto its prey.

"start."

The words rang out almost simultaneously with the gunshots! "Bang bang bang bang bang...!"

McKenna's shooting movements were very fast.

Her action of pulling the lever was almost synchronized with pulling the trigger. Her arm swing was minimal and highly efficient. The entire shooting process was smooth and seamless, without the slightest delay.

The gunshots rang out in a continuous burst of explosions.

"3.3 seconds, all ten balloons hit."

Lin Feng looked at his phone screen and announced a score that clearly crushed Sarah.

Sarah's confidence froze instantly. She knew McKenna, being a cowgirl, was formidable, but she hadn't expected the difference to be so vast.

McKenna lowered the gun, a wisp of smoke still rising from its muzzle.

She looked at Sarah, her tone relaxed yet carrying undeniable strength: "So, are you convinced?"

Before Sarah could answer, she added, "If you think this rifle isn't fair, we can also have a revolver rapid-fire contest."

My fastest time using the Colt Peacemaker is 5 shots in 1.3 seconds.

Sarah pursed her lips, her competitive spirit fully ignited: "Who said I gave in? We were just competing in speed. You play this every day, you're just used to it."

"The real test of marksmanship is in the long-range precision shooting."

"OK, no problem, you can choose any gun and set any distance."

McKenna shrugged, exuding confidence.

Her daily routine consisted of shooting to scare away wild animals and riding horses and lassoing cattle.

Lin Feng, who was watching from the sidelines, also felt a little itchy to join in the competition.

"Let me try this Winchester too."

McKenna nodded, reloaded the rifle in her hand, and handed it to Lin Feng.

Lin Feng took the gun and walked to the firing position, without deliberately adopting a standard posture.

After preparing the balloons again, Salad said:

"Ready to begin!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Feng moved.

The movements were so fast that they exceeded the visual perception of ordinary people; the series of actions—raising the gun, aiming, pulling the trigger, and pulling the lever—were almost blurry.

"Bang bang bang bang bang..."

The gunfire was like a violent storm, and by the time the two women reacted, all ten balloons in the distance had disappeared.

Sarah and McKenna stared wide-eyed at Lin Feng, then at the empty balloon stand, their faces filled with disbelief.

Although I didn't have time to use a stopwatch to time it precisely, I felt that the total time for those ten shots was definitely no more than two seconds, and possibly even less!

McKenna had never seen a man as strong as Lin Feng before.

"Oh my god, Lin, what are you made of? How can you shoot so fast?"

After her initial shock, Sarah's eyes lit up and she suddenly came up with a "brilliant" idea.

She stepped forward, took Lin Feng's arm, raised her chin at McKenna, and said, "McKenna, let Lin Feng represent me in the competition with you."

You can define the rules and targets yourself; moving targets, long-distance targets, and special environments are all acceptable.

If you can beat Lin Feng in any one of these areas, I will be completely convinced and admit that you are better than me.

From now on, whenever I see you, I'll call you "sister." If you lose, you have to call me "sister."

Upon hearing this, McKenna's eyes indeed became extremely interested and somewhat excited.

For her, beating Sarah was just like bullying a noob; it didn't give her any sense of accomplishment.

Only challenging the strong can get her blood pumping.

"it is good"

Lin Feng nodded, offering no objection.

McKenna: "In terms of pure speed, I'm definitely no match for Lin."

How about we shoot at moving targets? This requires a greater combination of anticipation, rhythm, and instantaneous aiming ability.

"Sure, why shoot at a moving target?" Lin Feng said indifferently.

"How about playing frisbee?"

"It's the double-sided flying saucer kind, still using Winchester," McKenna suggested. "The rules are simple: whoever breaks ten thrown frisbees the fastest wins."

The disc-throwing machine is set up 20 meters away, and the disc's trajectory is random.

"Shall we go first, you or me?"

Lin Feng smiled and said, "You go first. I'm afraid you might not be in the mood to continue after I finish."