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Training Ground A!

Zhang Zhao shifted his gaze from the firearms back to Mai Xiaowen.

The black mask she was wearing completely covered most of her face, leaving only her eyes visible.

Zhang Zhao noticed that everyone present fell silent under his gaze.

Mai Xiaowen scanned the area.

"Thirteen people, we're all here!"

She kicked the metal box next to her feet, and the box spun around with a bang.

"Same old rule—one thousand rounds per person!"

"This isn't an assessment, it's basic training! Whoever finishes can leave, and those who don't will have extra training!"

"I don't expect you to hit the bullseye every time, but I do expect that every bullet you fire has its purpose!"

No one spoke.

Mai Xiaowen's gaze swept over each person one by one, starting with the first one.

When the camera scanned the Weilong logo, it paused for less than half a second.

Wei Long stood there expressionless, as if nothing had happened three weeks ago!

Mai Xiaowen withdrew her gaze and tilted her head towards the metal box.

"Pick your gun, get to the target!"

The thirteen people started moving at the same time.

Zhang Zhao walked in the middle of the group, following the people in front of him toward the metal box.

The box contained seven or eight different types of firearms, each one in excellent condition, with a shiny, gleaming finish.

Red Wolf was the first to reach out, pick up a K416, skillfully pull back the bolt to check it, and then turned to walk towards target number one.

Uluru followed behind, hesitated for a moment, and then picked up an M250 general-purpose machine gun.

Zhang Zhao's eye twitched.

A thousand bullets fired with a machine gun?

elder brother?

What are your arms made of?

Could you please send it via a different code?

When it was Zhang Zhao's turn, he squatted down and scanned the guns with his eyes.

He was an expert at playing BitTorrent in his past life, and he knew the weapon stats and attachment combinations in the game inside and out.

But that's a game, this is reality!

This was the first time in his two lifetimes that he had ever handled a real gun.

Zhang Zhao took a deep breath and reached out to grasp the M7 combat rifle.

The gun was cold to the touch and heavier than I had expected.

He picked it up with one hand and weighed it in his hand—the empty gun weighed about 8.5 kilograms.

With his current strength attribute of 7.1, this weight is about the same as a toy!

But marksmanship isn't something that can be solved simply by having more strength.

Zhang Zhao, carrying his gun, walked towards the empty target number six.

The targets are separated by partitions that are half a person high. In front of each target is a metal table with dozens of fully loaded magazines on it.

The magazine is inserted into the magazine well, the bolt is pulled, and a bullet is chambered.

This M7 is now close to 9 kilograms!

Zhang Zhao didn't rush to shoot. Instead, he looked past the partition and at Red Wolf's target!

Ten rings, ten rings, nine rings.

The first set of three shots: two hit the bullseye, and one missed by less than half an inch!

Red Wolf didn't stop; he continued firing.

His posture was perfect, with his shoulders slightly lowered, his center of gravity slightly forward, and the butt of his rifle positioned half an inch lower than usual.

This is a posture that has been tested in actual combat, and every detail is more suitable for him.

Just then, the fifth target fired.

"boom--"

Single shot!

Clean and efficient, without any unnecessary movements.

Zhang Zhao glanced to the side—it was Wei Long!

The Dragon uses the M14, which is heavier than the M7, but it's as steady as if it were welded to the ground in his hands.

First shot, bullseye!

Without pause, the second shot followed immediately!

"boom--"

Another ring!

The third shot, the fourth shot, the fifth shot...

Less than a second between each shot, and every single one hit the bullseye!

Zhang Zhao narrowed his eyes as the ReLink brain-computer interface automatically captured every detail of the dragon.

[Target firing posture analysis in progress]

[Grip Strength: Excellent]

[Shoulder rest position: Excellent]

Breathing control: Excellent

Trigger control: Excellent

Overall Assessment: Excellent

After reviewing the data, Zhang Zhao had a better understanding of the situation.

Wei Long's marksmanship is definitely among the best in this batch of prospective operators!

Even the legendary player who scored over 9,000 rings, as mentioned by Red Wolf earlier, is probably him!

Mai Xiaowen demanded that every shot of the 1,000 bullets hit the bullseye, something even Wei Long couldn't achieve.

But Zhang Zhao speculated that it wasn't a problem with marksmanship, but rather with physical strength!

A thousand bullets, the cumulative recoil will cause your shoulders to swell, your arms to tremble, and your concentration to wander.

Later on, being able to stay within nine rings already makes you a top-tier shooter!

Zhang Zhao took a deep breath and turned his gaze back to his target.

He stopped looking at others and stopped thinking about the data.

Grip the grip firmly with your right hand, support the handguard with your left hand, rest the butt against your shoulder, and lean your body slightly forward.

This posture was automatically optimized by ReLink after scanning everyone present using brain-computer interfaces.

The gun is pointed at the bullseye!

[Battlefield Awareness Activated]

[Target distance: 25m]

Wind speed: 1.2 m/s, slightly to the left.

[Ballistic calculations in progress—]

The next second, a red dot appeared in Zhang Zhao's field of vision.

The red dot was not in the bullseye, but slightly to the upper right, less than half an inch off.

Zhang Zhao stared at the red dot, his pupils slightly contracting.

What is this?

Without hesitation, he made a slight adjustment to the muzzle, aligned the red dot with the sights, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

Gunshots exploded in my ears, the muzzle jumped up, and the recoil slammed into my shoulder along the butt of the gun.

Zhang Zhao's body instinctively resisted this force, and the gun barrel quickly returned to its original position.

He looked at the target—

Rings 10!

Hit the bullseye!

Zhang Zhao's breath hitched.

This was his first shot!

He had never touched a real gun or experienced live-fire shooting.

But this shot was a bullseye!

Zhang Zhao didn't rush to fire a second shot, but instead savored the feeling from just now.

When he pulled the trigger, his finger applied pressure at a steady pace, without jerking or hesitating.

The moment the gun fired, he didn't blink or shrug; his body remained steady.

He didn't do any of these things intentionally.

It's ReLink brain-computer interface.

The moment he pulled the trigger, his brain-computer interface took over some of his neural signals, fine-tuning the pressure on his finger and his breathing rhythm.

[Ding—First shot data recorded]

[Hit Rate: 10 Rings]

[Deviation: 0.3cm to the right]

Assessment: Pass

[Suggestion: For the next shot, fine-tune the aiming point, correcting it 0.2cm to the left.]

Zhang Zhao's lips curled up slightly.

This is hardly a brain-computer interface.

This is clearly a cheat!

Following the brain-computer interface's suggestion, he slightly adjusted the aiming point to the left.

Second shot.

"boom--"

A perfect bullseye! This time, the point of impact was even closer to the center than the first shot.

[Hit Rate: 10 Rings]

[Deviation: 0.1cm to the left]

[Assessment: Good]

Zhang Zhao no longer hesitated.

The third shot, the fourth shot, the fifth shot...

"Bang, bang, bang—"

The intervals between shots kept decreasing, and the rhythm became more and more stable!

One by one, spent cartridge cases bounced out, quickly covering the area around our feet!

Gradually, magazine after magazine was emptied.

In Zhang Zhao's world, it seemed that only the red dot in his field of vision and the scope on the gun remained!

The gunshots became more and more continuous, until finally Zhang Zhao pulled the trigger completely!

The fully automatic rifle performed to its full potential at this moment!

Bullets were fired one by one from the muzzle, but they all hit the target paper and all scored 10!

Everyone around Zhang Zhao stopped what they were doing and looked at him, including Mai Xiaowen!