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

Three days have passed in a row.

Zhang Zhao was kept full of high-intensity training for the past three days.

Every morning at six o'clock, Claire would appear at his dormitory door precisely on time, knocking on the door with a sound more precise than an alarm clock.

The two first warmed up by running five kilometers along the dock, and then went straight to the training field.

Combat, physical fitness, and tactics are practiced in rotation, and the training lasts all day long!

They took a one-hour break at noon, then continued in the afternoon until 10 p.m. before Demulan released them.

Claire is also an extremely meticulous person, always wanting to determine the best outcome in everything.

Over the course of those three days, the two sparred no fewer than twenty times, with the outcome roughly even.

With the assistance of the Relink brain-computer interface and his intuitive mental attributes, Zhang Zhao could always anticipate her movements by half a beat.

Claire's advantage lies in her speed and explosiveness; once she enters a close-quarters, fast-paced offensive and defensive battle, Zhang Zhao is often suppressed.

But Claire was straightforward and didn't take winning or losing to heart. After each game, she would dust herself off and shout for another round, becoming more and more excited as she played.

"Again! Again! That last one doesn't count, my right knee slipped!"

"You've done it seven times today!"

"That means the mat isn't good! I'll ask Sister Lan for a new one tomorrow!"

Zhang Zhao didn't argue with her. After putting the Dragon Slayer sword back into his waistband, he unscrewed the kettle and took a sip of water.

Claire was also squatting down to drink water, her coat draped over her shoulders, her red hair soaked with sweat and plastered to her forehead.

The two squatted side by side on the edge of the training field to rest. The sea breeze blew from the direction of the dock, stirring up and releasing the fine sand on the ground.

Claire glanced at him.

"How did you develop such predictive abilities?"

Zhang Zhao pointed to his head, "It's natural~"

"You're talking nonsense! Sister Lan already said you have Relink brain-computer interfaces in your head!"

"Then why did you ask?"

Claire chuckled and didn't press the matter further.

That's just her straightforward personality; she's not arrogant when she wins, and she wants to win even when she loses.

Demoulin has not been seen much these past few days, occasionally standing behind the floor-to-ceiling window of the CEO's office and looking out from afar for a while.

She spent most of her time preparing for the completion ceremony of the space base.

Tomorrow is the official ceremony, and Hafk's top officials will send representatives to attend, along with some media and partners.

The entire base has been undergoing final cleaning and setup these past few days, and there are several times more workers in the corridors than usual.

Today, Demoulins had a rare moment of free time.

Preparations for the ceremony are basically complete; everything that needed to be checked has been checked, and everything that needed to be confirmed has been confirmed.

She sat down on the sidelines and quietly watched the training in the center of the field.

Claire was shooting at a target; her accuracy was high but not top-notch, since close combat was her forte.

After the first round, Zhang Zhao was substituted in.

Zhang Zhao walked to his firing position, propped the M7 against the low wall, took a deep breath, closed his eyes briefly, then opened them again, and pulled the trigger.

"Da da da—"

Bullets were fired in rapid succession, and spent casings bounced off the bullets.

On the target paper, the bullet holes were evenly distributed along the ten-ring pattern, with not a single bullet deviating.

Claire stood by and watched for a while; she had become numb over the past three days.

Demulan sat on the bench, a fleeting thought of surprise crossing her mind, but she quickly suppressed it.

Claire had reported Zhang Zhao's shooting ability to her over the past three days; it was ridiculously accurate, like he had an aimbot installed, and she even suggested checking if he was a robot.

She didn't take it too seriously at the time, thinking that Claire was exaggerating.

But now, seeing those countless bullet holes with her own eyes, she realized that Claire might have been holding back.

But that's it.

Zhang Zhao is, after all, a perfect fit for ReLink brain-computer interface, and the brain-computer interface's ability to improve shooting accuracy is obvious.

Demulan stood up from the bench, walked to the shooting position, and spoke his first words.

"Excuse me!"

Zhang Zhao stepped aside and placed the M7 on the low wall.

Demulan didn't look at the combat rifle, but turned and walked to the weapon rack, picking up an M700 sniper rifle.

She pulled back the bolt to check the rifling, grabbed a handful of bullets from the ammunition box, held them in her hand without loading them into the magazine, and walked to her firing position.

Everyone then realized that this was the westernmost target range of the training ground, and above the sea, the target was clearly marked – 2000 meters!

Claire also came over.

"Sister Lan, 2000 meters? What's the difference between shooting at a target at that distance and swatting a mosquito?"

Demulan did not answer, but simply pulled the bolt with one hand, and a bullet was chambered.

She adjusted her aim slightly and put her finger on the trigger.

"boom--"

Single shot! Bullseye!

The spent cartridge ejected and landed at my feet!

"Holy crap!" Claire's eyes widened.

However, De Moulin did not stop!

She pulled the bolt back quickly, and another bullet was loaded into the chamber. Zhang Zhao and Claire were so fast that they couldn't even see it!

"boom--"

Hit the bullseye!

Then the third shot, the fourth shot, the fifth shot...

She pulled the bolt faster and faster; in her hands, the M700 seemed less like a bolt-action sniper rifle and more like an automatic rifle!

The gunfire was continuous and almost uninterrupted, while on the distant target, the bullet holes were piling up at the bullseye.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang—"

More than a dozen shots were fired in a row, and every single one hit the bullseye!

Zhang Zhao watched the whole process from the side, and couldn't help but swallow.

The woman who turned bolt-action sniper rifles into fully automatic ones has arrived!

Demulan lowered the gun, pulled the bolt to confirm that the chamber was empty, and then turned around to put the M700 back on the weapon rack.

She shook her right hand, loosened her knuckles, and glanced at Zhang Zhao.

"Practice more!"

After Demoulin finished speaking, he walked directly to the bench on the side of the field, sat down, and took out his tablet to look at the screen.

Training has resumed!

Claire glanced at Desmoulins and muttered something under her breath.

"Sister Lan's marksmanship is... insane!"

Zhang Zhao didn't reply and silently put the M7 away.

His past life's gaming experience told him that Demulan was indeed that overpowered!

......

That night, the aerospace base was brightly lit.

Demoulin stood in the central garden below the CEO's office, holding a process sheet in his hand, checking it over and over again.

Claire sat in the corner scrolling through her phone.

"Sister Lan, you've watched it several times already, there won't be any problems."

Zhang Zhao stood by the door of the hall.

He couldn't be of much help, and Demulan didn't assign him any tasks.

Just tell him to hide well tomorrow and not run around.

Zhang Zhao was happy to have some free time, since the completion ceremony was tomorrow.

There will be a lot of media there. If they take a picture of him and the GTI team sees it, it'll be a disaster!

In addition, many high-ranking representatives of Hafk will be present, as well as some local military and political figures from Asara.

As the security director, DeMullan must be present at all times!

Everything was arranged perfectly, and it seemed that nothing unexpected would happen.

But Zhang Zhao vaguely felt that something was not quite right.

He suppressed the thought.

There was no evidence, no warning, and Relink's brain-computer interface monitoring had been normal for the past few days, with no suspicious signals in the surrounding area.

He was probably overthinking it.

Demoulins finally went through the process again and clapped his hands.

"Alright, that's enough for today. Go back and rest! We'll meet at six tomorrow, don't be late!"

"Roger that~" Claire replied.

Zhang Zhao nodded and turned to walk towards the dormitory.

That night, the space base was quiet and peaceful!