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

In the top-floor monitoring room, Liu Yan leaned back in his chair, yawned, blinked, squeezed out a few tears, and then turned his gaze back to the monitoring screen in front of him.

Yesterday, he and Mai Qiyao arrived several hours earlier than the three clubs from China to coordinate various matters with the United Nations in advance. As a result, the meeting lasted until the evening.

When he got back to his room, it was past his usual sleep schedule, and he hadn't adjusted to the time difference yet, so he had been feeling sleepy since the morning.

There wasn't anything particularly noteworthy on the screen.

Most contestants' scores hovered around the passing mark, with little difference between them. Even their movements were similar, and the overall rhythm was so steady that it was uninspiring.

Liu Yan's head sank down little by little, his eyes half-closed. Just as he was about to close his eyes completely, he saw a familiar figure appear on the screen.

"It's starting! It's starting!"

Liu Yan jumped up from the sofa and walked quickly to the monitor screen, only to find that Mai Qiyao was already standing in front of the monitor screen before him.

His hands were behind his back, his body leaned slightly forward, and his gaze was fixed on the image in the center of the screen.

Mai Qiyao glanced at him sideways, thinking to himself, "This guy is already in his forties or fifties, how come he still acts like a young man? He's not mature at all."

Completely ignoring Mai Qiyao's gaze, Liu Yan pressed his face against the screen with great interest, "Good heavens, Old Mai, was this arranged? Putting that idiot and Han Che next to each other? Aren't you afraid they'll fight?"

Mai Qiyao snorted coldly, "I'm too lazy to arrange such a small thing. It's just a coincidence."

In the video, Han Che and Wang Zheng begin to communicate, and the camera angle captures their side profiles.

All that could be seen was their mouths moving, but most of the sound was filtered out by the on-site sound recorder, so the monitoring room couldn't hear what they were saying.

Liu Yan frowned, looking at the two people in the video. "Are these two arguing?" He glanced at Mai Qiyao. "What are you two doing? It doesn't look like you're arguing; it looks like Wang Zheng is giving a one-sided lecture. Han Che isn't saying a word?"

In the video, Han Che's head is mostly turned to the side, while Wang Zheng's mouth keeps moving, and he occasionally gestures with his hands to indicate something.

Mai Qiyao's face turned ashen. He hadn't expected that this Wang Zheng was so utterly despicable and shameful.

Liu Yan, however, noticed his weapon. He leaned closer to the screen to examine the gun's outline. The barrel was thicker than a regular rifle. "He's arguing, so why is he fiddling with that gun? And what kind of gun is he using?"

Mai Qiyao explained, "That's an Ash-12 rifle. Almost no one uses it among players, so it's normal that you don't recognize it. However, the Warden, the map boss of Tide Prison, uses this gun."

Liu Yan frowned. He hadn't been to a dangerous area in a long time, and he wasn't very familiar with these new weapons. "Why isn't anyone using the warden's gun?"

Mai Qiyao explained, "The caliber is too large, and the recoil is also ridiculously large, coupled with a slow rate of fire. Although the power is amazing, it is very difficult to control in continuous fire."

"Then why did he use this gun?" Liu Yan asked, puzzled.

"I heard it from my men," Mai Qiyao said. "Ever since Wang Zheng went to Tide Prison and came back, he's been using this gun a lot."

"He's been to Tide Prison?" Liu Yan asked in surprise.

Speaking of this, Mai Qiyao had an even bigger headache. "That guy once went to Tide Prison in his private capacity, but he failed to escape and was punished after it was discovered."

"After he came back, he practiced the Ash-12 relentlessly. Legend has it that he met the warden in Tide Prison..."

Just as Mai Qiyao finished explaining, he heard a series of beeps from the screen.

The test has begun. Simultaneously, the six shooters in the frame moved, raising their guns towards their respective targets.

Liu Yan watched Han Che's gun-holding posture, clicking his tongue in amazement. He was about to express his admiration when he saw the weapon in Han Che's hand. "Wow! It's true what they say, like father, like son. Old Mai, your daughter inherited your love for Tenglong guns, and even your son-in-law..."

As he finished speaking, he glanced at Mai Qiyao out of the corner of his eye and met his gloomy gaze, immediately realizing something was wrong.

The word "son-in-law" slipped off his tongue, and he quickly corrected himself, "Even Han Che likes to use Tenglong! Look, this gun is modified to be the same as Xiao Bai's, so good, so good!"

Mai Qiyao's face was ashen, and he remained silent. He withdrew his gaze from Liu Yan's face and returned it to the screen. He reached out and zoomed in on one of the images to full screen. That image only showed Han Che.

……

These targets weren't difficult for Han Che to hit.

He retained his basic shooting skills in the player world, but the attribute enhancements given to him by the system were greatly weakened in the player world.

Even so, his reaction speed and physical coordination are still very strong. Although he doesn't have the overwhelming performance advantage he has in dangerous areas, he is still much stronger than ordinary players.

However, there is one major difference between shooting at a target and shooting a person: the target has no killing intent, so he cannot predict the target's location and time of appearance in advance by sensing killing intent.

Each target bounce was handled purely by his visual reaction and the coordination of his physical instincts.

Although it wasn't difficult for him, he did need to concentrate fully to hit the target every time.

Normally, Han Che's killing intent perception should have been active during the shooting process, but soon Han Che felt that there was a problem with his killing intent perception.

He discovered something strange: the targets were just mechanical devices, so it was normal that they didn't have any killing intent.

But Han Che felt a chill coming from a corner of the shooting range ceiling.

But there was clearly no one there, only a camera slowly flashing a red indicator light, and nothing else seemed out of the ordinary.

Han Che shook his head gently, telling himself it was probably just his imagination.

So he simply shut down his killing intent perception to prevent those distracting thoughts from affecting his shooting rhythm.

The target began to move faster, and its movement trajectory became increasingly complex, changing from an initial regular pattern to irregular patterns.

Han Che took a deep breath, and his gun barrel flashed through the air, each bullet landing precisely on the human-shaped target's forehead.

His gaze remained fixed ahead, and the Tenglong rifle in his hand barely swayed under his control, as if the recoil was completely nonexistent.

The data panel above my head displayed two numbers: bullet hit rate and headshot rate, both of which were 100%.

His excellent headshot rate kept his bullet consumption completely under control, ensuring that every shot was used effectively.