Delta: I have a 1-Haf Coin instant kill system!

Gunshots echoed through the training grounds in Area A, and Zhang Zhao's finger was firmly on the trigger!

In fully automatic firing mode, the M7 combat rifle's bullets pierced the bullseye one after another!

Rings 10!

Rings 10!

Still a perfect 10!

The bullet casings were bouncing faster and faster!

The gunfire on the training field gradually subsided.

Everyone turned to look at target number six without prior arrangement.

Red Wolf was holding a K416, the muzzle still smoking, but he had forgotten to pull the trigger.

"This is fucking wrong..."

Uluru opened and closed its mouth, almost dropping the M250 in its hand.

He glanced at his target paper, then at Zhang Zhao, and his eye twitched violently.

Luna lowered her earmuffs and pushed her goggles up to her forehead.

She didn't speak, but just stared at Zhang Zhao, a glint of something flashing in her eyes.

Mai Xiaowen stood on the sidelines, arms crossed, her eyes fixed on Zhang Zhao.

Seeing how Zhang Zhao handled a gun for the first time, she guessed that he was probably a novice who had never touched a gun before.

But now—

wrong!

That guy's a pro!

Zhang Zhao was unaware of what was happening around him.

[373rd shot - hit the bullseye, deviation 0.08cm to the left, evaluation: excellent]

[374th shot - hit the bullseye, deviation 0.05cm to the right, evaluation: excellent]

[Shot 375 - Ballistics calculation fine-tuning in progress, it is recommended to correct the aiming point to the left by 0.05cm]

......

With every shot, the brain-computer interface is making subtle adjustments!

It's not just about aiming, but also about breathing rhythm and grip strength.

Zhang Zhao himself was unaware of these things, but the brain-computer interface was making adjustments silently in the background, and all he had to do was execute them.

This feeling is strange.

His body was firing, but his mind was clear, or even detached!

"Da da da—"

The sound of M7 gunfire filled the air, and the training ground fell completely silent.

Apart from the roar of this M7, you can't hear any other sound!

Red Wolf lowered his gun, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"This kid..."

He shook his head and didn't continue.

Uluru simply placed the M250 on the table and braced his hands on the edge of the table.

"Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap—"

He repeated the same word, increasing the volume with each repetition.

Luna put her earmuffs back on, but did not fire.

She picked up the kettle on the table and took a sip, her gaze never leaving Zhang Zhao.

The dragon finally stopped.

He fired his tenth magazine, three hundred rounds, all ten rings!

But no one cares about this result anymore.

He stood still, gun muzzle pointing downwards, head tilted, looking at target number six.

A hint of surprise appeared on that previously expressionless face.

Mai Xiaowen strode towards Zhang Zhao's target position.

Her footsteps were very light, almost making no sound.

She stopped three steps behind Zhang Zhao, her gaze passing over his shoulder and landing on the target paper.

The target paper has been shot to pieces.

The area inside the bullseye was riddled with bullet holes, and the paper was torn, revealing the target plate behind it.

The target plate was also covered with bullet holes, concentrated in an area smaller than a fist.

Mai Xiaowen narrowed her eyes, a thought rising in her mind that she herself could hardly believe.

"Maybe this person... really can achieve ten thousand rings!"

A thousand shots, all ten rings!

This was the standard she set, but even she herself has never achieved it!

......

It's unclear how much time has passed, but Zhang Zhao's finger is still on the trigger.

A soft "click" sounded.

Out of bullets!

He paused for a moment, his consciousness slowly withdrawing from that mysterious shooting state.

He reached out with his right hand to touch the magazine on the table—

I found nothing!

The metal tabletop was completely empty; the dozens of magazines that had been neatly stacked were gone!

Zhang Zhao blinked and looked down at his feet.

The ground was covered with a thick layer of bright yellow bullet casings, almost completely obscuring his shoes.

He slowly raised his head.

Just then, a sharp pain came from my shoulder, and then it seemed as if every muscle in my body had its own thoughts.

"hiss--"

Zhang Zhao gasped and grimaced as he moved his right shoulder.

The recoil from a thousand bullets was all absorbed by his right shoulder!

Even with the PRO super physical enhancement product as a base, making his attributes more than six times that of an ordinary person, there is still a limit!

Don't you see that even the monster Wei Long couldn't withstand it?

"It's numb..."

Zhang Zhao cursed under his breath, put down the M7, and shook his numb right hand.

He turned around but suddenly froze.

Mai Xiaowen!

He was only two steps away!

She had short white hair that fell down her back, and her eyes were fixed on him.

Zhang Zhao's Adam's apple bobbed, and he subconsciously tilted his head to the left.

As he tilted his head, his pupils contracted sharply.

At target position number one, Red Wolf tilted his head and looked at him with a slight smile on his lips.

At target position number two, Uluru rested his hands on the metal table, looking like a devoted fan.

At target position number three, Luna leaned against the partition, arms crossed over her chest, head slightly tilted to the side.

Target position number four is empty!

At target position number five, Wei Long frowned.

Number seven, number eight, number nine... everyone was watching him!

The entire training ground in Area A was completely silent!

Zhang Zhao swallowed hard, his mind filled with only one thought.

Is my brother this handsome?

"Finished?"

Mai Xiaowen said softly,

Zhang Zhao turned to look at her and nodded.

"Um!"

Mai Xiaowen didn't say anything, but took a step and walked towards him.

The footsteps were so light that they were almost silent.

Zhang Zhao instinctively took half a step back, but there was a metal table behind him, leaving him nowhere to retreat.

Mai Xiaowen walked up to him, less than an arm's length away.

The black mask was almost shoved in front of his eyes.

The two locked eyes!

Mai Xiaowen was the first to move!

She suddenly raised her hand and poked Zhang Zhao's right shoulder with her finger.

The force wasn't great, but the placement was extremely precise—it was exactly where the butt of the rifle rested on the shoulder.

Zhang Zhao gasped in pain.

Mai Xiaowen's gaze lingered on his face for a moment, then she loosened her grip, moved her fingers half an inch to the side, and pressed them down again.

"Does it hurt?"

"pain!"

"And here?"

The finger moved another inch.

"pain!"

"here?"

"...I don't feel anything."

Mai Xiaowen withdrew her hand and stood up straight again.

"Severe muscle strain. Go to the infirmary after training and get some ointment from Gu!"

Before Zhang Zhao could reply, Mai Xiaowen had already turned and left.

She walked back to the sidelines, picked up the tablet, and said something without looking up.

"Ten-minute break!"

The tense atmosphere in the training field instantly relaxed.

Uluru was the first to rush over.

"Fuck, bro! Are you a human or a ghost?"

"One thousand shots! All ten rings! You really achieved ten thousand rings!"

"I scored over 8,000 rings! I thought I was pretty awesome!"

His voice was so loud it shook the entire training ground.

Red Wolf strolled over slowly, carrying a thermos in his hand, and took a sip after unscrewing the lid.

"Awesome, bro!"

Zhang Zhao nodded.

"It's alright~"

Red Wolf almost spat out his water.

You call this "okay" when it's hit the bullseye a thousand times?

Wei Long didn't come!

He stood at target position number five, disassembled the M14 into parts, and cleaned them piece by piece.

The movements were slow and meticulous.