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

Han Che's Tenglong was not using an extended magazine, and soon the bullets were about to run out.

As the last bullet in the magazine was fired, Han Che's right hand gripped the gun, while his left hand pulled a new magazine from the magazine rack.

The hand holding the magazine tapped the release latch on the existing magazine, and at the same time, the wrist holding the gun flicked forcefully, sending the empty magazine flying to the ground beside him.

Before inserting the new magazine, his muzzle was locked on the next target, and he pulled the trigger the instant the magazine was in place.

The bullet flew out and hit the newly popped target.

The entire reloading process was completed smoothly, without missing a single target during the reloading.

"Wow, that's awesome! That reload speed, not a single target was missed!" Liu Yan exclaimed in amazement as he watched the scene.

Mai Qiyao's brows relaxed slightly as he watched this scene.

Han Che's reloading technique and speed were better than any other player he had ever seen in the club.

In the firing range in front of Han Che, multiple target drones began to move simultaneously, entering a phase of feinting and diversionary tactics.

The target begins to make feints; the mechanical devices will pretend to pop out in different positions and then quickly retract, attempting to confuse the shooter's judgment.

But Han Che wasn't fooled; his approach was completely different from Lao Zhou's.

Old Zhou only focuses on dealing with real targets, and even if he might miss a few, he doesn't waste time by pulling back his gun too much.

Han Che, regardless of whether it was real or fake, would point his gun at each target and quickly locate them.

His gun-pulling speed is so fast that even if the dummy target is on the far left and the real target is on the far right, he can swing the gun from one side to the other in an instant.

Every real target that popped out was hit in the head the instant it appeared.

At this point, Han Che had already hit fifteen targets, and his score was high enough to pass. However, there were still half of the targets left on the range.

The surveillance footage clearly shows that the launch and recovery speeds of the six individuals are now different.

Han Che had the highest score, and the target drone in front of him moved the fastest. Each target drone was moving at high speed, ready to deploy its target at any moment in some corner.

For other contestants who haven't yet reached fifteen points, the targets in front of them are simply appearing in fixed positions at a regular rhythm.

"Looks like you were right to choose this idiot, he's got fifteen points too." Liu Yan's gaze was drawn to the scoreboard in another direction, and he noticed that Wang Zheng's score had also jumped to fifteen.

On screen, Wang Zheng's movements were equally swift and decisive. His positioning was accurate, and each movement of the gun barrel was rapid. Although his headshot rate was not as exaggerated as Han Che's 100%, it was still maintained at a level of 70% to 80%.

The large-caliber bullets in his Ash-12 could make up for the lack of headshot rate; as long as the torso was hit, a single shot could cause considerable damage.

So now he and Han Che are actually on par.

After shooting down several targets that appeared very quickly, Han Che and Wang Zheng both reached 20 points.

This is already the highest score for today so far.

Han Che replaced another magazine using the same method, but found that the target seemed to be moving slower this time.

Without thinking twice, Han Che pulled the trigger and fired as the target unfolded.

Ding ding!

Two crisp cracking sounds rang out, but the target did not fall.

Han Che was taken aback. Upon closer inspection, he noticed that there was a target machine in front of the human-shaped target with a large square iron plate raised up.

Han Che's pupils contracted. What was this? A riot shield?

Is this what you call shooting at a stationary target?

The shield was wide, unlike the one Shi Ding used. This one was more like the wide shield of a shield dog, with only one observation window showing.

Han Che didn't have time to think and immediately opened fire, aiming at the observation window and firing wildly.

With a crisp snapping sound, the observation window shattered, and the target was just knocked down before it could be put away.

Han Che used up half a magazine of bullets in one go.

Okay, okay, this is bad.

Han Che began to regret that he hadn't installed an extended magazine just for that little bit of speed.

There were still a dozen or so rounds left in the magazine, and Han Che was caught in a dilemma: should he replace them or not?

However, he didn't have much time to think, and several target drones were moving left and right in the distance, so Han Che could only follow the target drones and aim in advance.

Suddenly, a huge shield appeared closest to Han Che, startling him.

It turns out that from the very beginning, a target drone had been hidden in the closest position to Han Che, just waiting to suddenly pop out now.

Meanwhile, a human-shaped target was erected in the distance, near the edge of the firing range.

Han Che was speechless. Who could stand having that huge shield poked in their face?

Fortunately, at least the large shield wouldn't elbow him.

However, it completely blocked the view, making it impossible to see what was behind.

Helpless, Han Che held his rifle steady, took a deep breath, and leaped up.

The moment the line of sight passed over the shield, aiming was completed in mid-air, and the shot was fired.

He no longer cared about conserving bullets, and fired a barrage of shots, sweeping down the distant target.

Jump shots, especially against targets at extremely long distances, finally lowered Han Che's bullet accuracy and headshot rate.

Han Che landed, not even bothering to complain, and quickly changed his bullets.

In the next round, there were no shields; instead, two targets appeared simultaneously from one side, one close to the ground and the other jumping out in mid-air.

Han Che chuckled and snatched the two incredibly fast targets from the air.

Isn't this the same move he and Qi Yuzhe made that time? The equipment picture on the target is even the same one they used in that photo.

Goodness, now he and Qi Yuzhe have become teaching materials. When I see Qi Yuzhe, I'll have to share this with him.

"Wow! This is really difficult!" Liu Yan exclaimed in surprise as he looked at the targets that appeared in this round. They had become part of the atmosphere group.

Mai Qiyao hadn't expected that the next few targets would be this difficult.

None of the previous operators had reached this score, and he never expected that there would be a combination like shield and double pull later on.

He glanced at Han Che's stats: 27 points, 98% shooting percentage, and 96% headshot rate.

In that latter situation, to still achieve such a hit rate while jumping and bouncing around is already quite absurd.

Mai Qiyao was very satisfied with Han Che's score. He glanced to the side and saw that Xiao Bai had finished playing and only scored 19 points. He let out a long sigh.

Han Che stared intently at the firing range; it was almost over!

Bang bang bang!

Suddenly, three targets appeared on the shooting range. The middle target stood upright with its hands behind its back, flanked by two guards holding shields.

Han Che frowned, recognizing the warden and two shield bearers. He was about to make a move to end the fight quickly.

Suddenly, a cloud of smoke burst open at the firing range, engulfing the entire range, and Han Che instantly lost sight of his target.

No? Do we really need to make it this accurate?

Han Che cursed inwardly, but then heard a gasp from Wang Zheng beside him.

"Yes! That's it!"

"Hahahaha! That's right, exactly!"

Bang bang bang bang!

A barrage of gunfire erupted, accompanied by flashes of light.

Han Che broke out in a cold sweat; this guy was terrifying.

Then, relying on his memory of the locations of the three targets, he quickly fired into the smoke.