Delta: Who are you saying has suffered a loss of strength?

Wang Kuo stepped down from his shooting position, his shoulders slightly drooping, his head bowed as he looked down at the ground.

"Brother Luo, I can't do it." His voice was filled with frustration and resentment.

This time, Mule didn't mock him anymore. "It's supposed to be a fixed target, but the way it opens is like a seizure, it's too weird."

"Even top players from many top clubs might not be able to pass, so it's already quite impressive that a newbie like you can take on thirteen!"

Wang Kuo sat back in his seat, looking sullen and downcast. Xiao Bai and Qiu Ying came over to comfort him for a few words, and he nodded in response, but his expression did not improve much.

Next up were the mules.

He used the same Vector as Wang Kuo, and having learned from Wang Kuo's mistakes, he shot very steadily this time, preferring to fire slowly and carefully observe the target's opening before firing.

Although Mule usually seems carefree and irresponsible, his marksmanship is actually quite decent when it comes to when he really needs to perform.

What Han Che found amusing was that since the target wasn't wearing armor, headshots or shots to the torso were significantly more effective at knocking them down.

But the mule's bullets still aimed for the target's lower body, specifically the pedicure area.

Although knockdowns were less efficient than headshots, they were easier for the mule to hit, and he ended up hitting fifteen, just barely passing the mark.

Wang Kuo said to the returning mule, "Brother Luo is still the best. I still need to practice my skills."

Mule chuckled and walked over to Wang Kuo, putting his arm around his shoulder. "My hands were shaking just now. If I played worse than a newbie like you, I might as well quit. Little White might fire me someday!"

He deliberately lowered his voice when he said his last sentence, at least the joke made Wang Kuo relax a little.

The mule chatted and laughed with Wang Kuo beside him. Although Wang Kuo's expression hadn't fully recovered, he was at least no longer as sullen as before.

Next up is Lao Zhou. Lao Zhou's shooting style is more stable than the previous ones. He chose a mid-range configuration, and his marksmanship is solid. He hits the target very accurately at mid-range.

His strategy was simple: he simply ignored targets that required a large pull of the gun or were too far away to be hit in time.

His thinking was straightforward: since only a 50% hit rate was required, he would just play the easy ones.

But in reality, not all of those fifteen targets could be classified as simple targets, so much so that later on, Lao Zhou found that he didn't have enough targets that he could easily handle.

Only a few distant targets remained, requiring a significant pull of the gun to hit them.

After he finished changing the last magazine, he had to fire a large number of bullets and pull the gun to barely get fifteen people to pass the test.

He took a few breaths as he came down, wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, and shook his head when he walked to Han Che's side. This assessment was actually much harder than watching it from below.

Four out of the six people in this group passed, and one person scored a high score of nineteen.

Currently, the highest scores among the thirty players are those two players with nineteen points each; no one has yet broken the twenty mark.

The fourth group didn't have any members from the 78 Club, so they got a bye.

This means that Xiaobai, Han Che, and Qiu Ying have all been assigned to the fifth group, and Wang Zheng, who was making a fuss earlier, has not yet appeared. It seems that he will also be assigned to the same group as them.

Looking at the result, Han Che thought to himself, "Is it really possible for such a coincidence that they all happened to be here at the same time?"

After the fourth group finished, five out of six people passed, which was higher than the passing rate of the previous groups.

Han Che felt that the thirty of them might have been divided into groups based on their strength.

The prompt sounded to start the fifth group.

Wang Zheng stood up from the Longteng Club area. As he walked through the waiting area aisle, he glanced at Han Che, his gaze lingering on Han Che's face. Then, he said provocatively, "Han Che, I hope you don't lose too badly."

Han Che sneered, "I'll let you bark your dog to your heart's content in a bit."

Six people went up to the target position.

Wang Zheng was assigned to Han Che's side, with the two targets adjacent to each other, separated only by a transparent partition.

As they got closer, Wang Zheng didn't say anything, but instead raised his gun and adjusted his posture.

Han Che glanced at it unintentionally during the preparation, his eyes widened, and he stood there stunned.

It wasn't because his movements were particularly precise, but rather because of his weapon.

Wang Zheng used an Ash-12 weapon.

Han Che didn't expect that just now he said no one would use this gun, but this guy ended up using it.

Wang Zheng caught Han Che looking at his gun out of the corner of his eye, and smiled disdainfully. "What? Never seen my weapon before? You country bumpkin?"

He tilted the gun to the side so Han Che could see it more clearly. "You know Tide Prison, right? The warden's weapon, the Ash-12!"

Wang Zheng's smug expression made it seem as if he were showing off information that only he knew.

Han Che's eye twitched slightly. "What's so great about the warden? Is it just the weapons he uses that are powerful?"

When Wang Zheng heard Han Che's words, his eyes lit up, as if a switch had been flipped. He retorted loudly, "You're still not convinced when I call you a country bumpkin. Don't you know the warden? What's so great about the warden? He could blow your head off from hundreds of meters away, and then you'd know what's going on?"

Wang Zheng got more and more excited as he spoke, as if he was talking about the warden in a more serious way than about him.

"With so many bosses now, the warden could kill them all by himself! All the other weaklings rely on flashy skills, but the warden has nothing! He just relies on his gun!"

"It's all about shooting through smoke, headshots, and jumping! You think you know what Westerners are like? You bumpkin!" He finished, slamming his hand hard on the gun to match the force of his voice.

Han Che felt a little uneasy after hearing Wang Zheng's words. "Am I that capable? How come I didn't know that myself?"

Wang Zheng, however, showed no sign of stopping. He continued his incessant chatter, "This gun, see the caliber? This is the kind of gun a real man should use. You have to enjoy its recoil!"

"Isn't this more comfortable than those women using .556 caliber guns?"

"Caliber is justice! Understand?"

"And the warden's personal guards, any one of them is stronger than the bosses in other maps..."

Not anymore!

Han Che quickly turned his head away, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

I can't listen to this anymore!

As he listened further, Wang Zheng got carried away and was about to lose his temper!

However, Wang Zheng continued to chatter on, explaining to Han Che the composition of the warden's personal guard and how powerful each of them was.

Han Che didn't want to listen, but the guy was close by and had a loud voice.

However, although some of the details he mentioned were not quite right, you have to admit that this guy had actually done his research, and he got many things right.

Han Che couldn't help but wonder, how good could this guy be with this Ash, and how many targets could he hit?

Unconsciously, Han Che finally regained some fighting spirit.