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Chapter 477: Chapter 446 Ready

“You guys step back a bit, and practice at the adjacent range,” Wu Shaohan said to Gu Yu and the others, then turned his head towards the instructor Gloda and said in Bengali, “I don’t need coaching, please help our friends instead.”

“Are you really okay?” Lin Xinyue, who still had not grasped what was happening, asked with some concern.

“It’s nothing, just a simple shooting contest.”

Wu Shaohan shook his head, his gaze returning to that of Grief, “One minute to check weapons, two minutes for shooting, ten rounds, scored by rings.”

“Of course, you decide the rules,” Grief had no objections.

In his eyes, Wu Shaohan at this moment was still the Sharpshooter Wu Hua. Since Wu Hua challenged him, this naturally was Wu Hua’s home ground.

“Then let’s get ready to start. I’ll count down from five.”

Without further ado, Wu Shaohan pulled out his phone, set the countdown feature, and began counting down the time.

“Five, four, three…”

As the countdown went down, Grief’s breathing grew more and more rapid, he had never been this nervous before, even though he knew that as a gunman, it was important to stay calm.

“One!”

The countdown ended, and Wu Shaohan pressed the three-minute countdown button on his phone, the time beginning to tick down quickly.

Both men almost simultaneously began checking the rifles in their hands, and this inspection was thorough, inside and out!

Placing the rifle on the rack, Wu Shaohan’s hands moved swiftly, almost breaking down the components of the rifle in his hands by the second.

At that moment, he was like a master surgeon, not a gynecologist.

Soon, the guns in both their hands became a table full of parts, which then were rapidly reassembled in a short amount of time, from whole gun to parts and back to a whole gun, the entire process taking no more than a minute.

Although both were quick, Wu Shaohan seemed even more at ease and even had time to take a handkerchief out of his pocket to wipe off the lubricant that got on his hands.

“Too fast… if you say again that you’re not Wu Hua, I absolutely won’t believe it,” Grief, who finished in fifty seconds, exclaimed, looking at Wu Shaohan, who was elegantly wiping his palms.

This was exactly like the scene he had watched during the competition.

“The guns are different, I had some advantage,” Wu Shaohan just smiled faintly.

Time was still passing, and while they were talking, neither stopped their hands from loading bullets into the magazines.

“Wu Shaohan is too impressive… just like someone who’s been rigorously trained. The speed of disassembly and reassembly just now was incredibly fast!”

Lin Xinyue, standing not far away, exclaimed in surprise, touching her own AR15 in her arms. If she wanted to disassemble it, she didn’t even know where to begin.

“Bang!” Suddenly, a gunshot rang out.

Everyone’s attention focused on Wu Shaohan and the young man from Bangladesh.

It turned out they had started firing.

The one who fired the first shot wasn’t Wu Shaohan but the young man from Bangladesh.

The first target fell, indicating that the young Bangladeshi’s first shot was a hit! Meanwhile, Wu Shaohan was still calmly aiming at the target eighty meters away.

“Bang!” Less than ten seconds later, Grief fired his second shot, and as the target fell, he hit his mark again.

Then “Bang! Bang! Bang!” It seemed like Grief found his rhythm, firing three shots in quick succession, and the three adjacent targets all fell in response. A few seconds later, new targets popped up to fill the gaps.

It was obvious—that Grief’s marksmanship was accurate.

In contrast, Wu Shaohan was still aiming with his gun, like a rookie who’d just learned to shoot, constantly aiming but hesitant to fire the first shot.

“Only one minute left, Wu,” Grief couldn’t help but remind Wu Shaohan.

Although he really wanted to beat the once “Sharpshooter,” he sought a fair competition to prove his strength.

But with Wu Shaohan acting like this, was it as if he was giving up on the competition, conceding the loss?

That wasn’t what Grief wanted.

“Hmm.” Wu Shaohan said nothing, just glanced at the countdown, and then, under everyone’s watchful eyes, fired his first shot.

“Bang!” The sound of the gunshot rang out…

But the target didn’t fall.

Missed?

If the target didn’t react, didn’t that mean it was missed?

Everyone thought Wu Shaohan would show his prowess, hit with a single shot, but the result was… disappointing.

“Ah, he didn’t hit with the first shot?”

“Maybe it was a test shot, I saw they loaded ten bullets in total.”

Gu Yu also found it strange—if Wu Shaohan was that so-called Huaxia sharpshooter, why would he miss?

But before he could figure it out, a rapid succession of gunfire “bang bang bang—” suddenly rang out by his ear.

Listening carefully, there were a total of nine shots, adding the first shot, ten shots were complete in less than half a minute!

Was the slowness of the first shot just building up power? Had Wu Shaohan finally moved?

Everyone watched the target with great anticipation…

The result was that the target had not a scratch, let alone being knocked down.

Gu Yu was stunned, Lin Xinyue was stunned, even Old Dai and his group were all baffled.

Ten shots and not a single hit? That was too outrageous!

Lin Xinyue pursed her lips, just like Wu Shaohan’s missed shot, all her expectations fell through.

“You lost…” Grief never imagined that Wu Shaohan wouldn’t hit the target even once! Was he overconfident? So, he had taken it lightly? Or did he intentionally lose to him?

The former Grief could accept, but not the latter.

“I still have five bullets I haven’t fired, but I don’t think it’s necessary anymore, right?” Grief had fired five shots and hit all five, and by the rules, he had already beaten Wu Shaohan.

“Hmm, still, let’s finish them, we agreed on ten bullets,” Wu Shaohan nodded as if he was conceding defeat, but he still requested Grief to fire the remaining bullets already loaded in the magazine.

“Haha, I respect you,” Grief laughed, then raised his gun and fired at the target that had been set up again.

Clearly not putting his whole heart into it, Grief’s next five shots only hit the target three times.

But he was confident of victory, as Wu Shaohan’s shooting had missed completely, the score was definitely zero.

“Gloda, please check the shooting results for us, will you?”

Seeing that due to the language barrier, Coach Gloda was unable to give everyone instructions, Wu Shaohan asked him to check the shooting results.

“No problem, but you missed ten times… The winner is definitely Grief.”@@novelbin@@

Gloda agreed readily, not knowing why Wu Shaohan asked him to check.

“Please stop using your weapons for now, I need to go in and tally your shooting scores.”

Reminding them of the responsibility of handling firearms, Wu Shaohan opened the fence gate and walked towards the target at the eighty-meter mark.

“Grief’s shooting is really good.”

Eight out of ten shots on target, three right in the center, the rest were in the three or four ring region, final score 72 points, with each ring worth 10.

After calculating Grief’s score, Grove symbolically took a look at Wu Shaohan’s target.

Indeed, it was clean with not a single hit, not one bullet had struck.

“Even sharpshooters have their down moments…” Gloda sighed, turning to go back and announce the result.

But then, a small patch of brass reflection caught his eye on the ground, he looked curiously and saw ten flat-headed bullets.

These were… the bullets Wu fired? How did they end up here?

Gloda instinctively raised his head to look towards the iron column… and then he saw a deep dent…

“The real sharpshooter…”