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Chapter 478: Chapter 447: Hidden Past (Part 1)

If the wall only had a shallow bullet pit, Gloda would definitely not have noticed it.

After all, the concrete wall was meant to stop those stray bullets.

But the crater he saw was about as wide as a fist, and as he moved closer, he noticed that it was over twenty centimeters deep, narrowing further inside, forming a funnel-shaped deep hole.

Considering it was rigid cement, a five-centimeter deep bullet pit was already quite impressive.

The power of the FN rifle wasn’t that great; he had tested it himself. Even at a fifty-meter range, it couldn’t penetrate to a depth of ten centimeters.

So he was puzzled about why this bullet pit existed.

Had someone secretly tried a sniper rifle here?

That was absolutely impossible!

The sniper rifle range wasn’t here, and the staff definitely wouldn’t allow someone to bring a sniper rifle into this range for testing.

Moreover, a sniper rifle wouldn’t create a bullet pit of just this width.

Could it be a Colt style of powerful handgun?

But this wall was eighty-five meters from the firing point, and even a powerful revolver like the Colt couldn’t manage to create such a deep pit in the wall from such a distance.

Just as Gloda was baffled, a yellowish tinge suddenly flickered before his eyes.

It was the color of a bullet.@@novelbin@@

He immediately took out his cellphone, turned on the flashlight, and shone it into the deep bullet pit, only to discover several pieces of coppery metal stuck inside.

“Is that… a bullet embedded in the wall?”

Gloda was shocked; the bullet pit had indeed been made by a bullet.

He instinctively touched the edge of the pit and felt some warmth.

His eyes suddenly bulged, and he twisted his head to look at Wu Shaohan, who was fiddling with his rifle, his expression changing like he had swallowed a fly.

In an instant, he understood everything.

The bullet pit before him was definitely made by Wu Shaohan, and the power of the FN couldn’t possibly produce such a deep bullet pit with one shot.

But what if it wasn’t just one shot, but three? Or five, or even ten shots, all hitting the same spot!

If every bullet hit the same spot in the pit, wouldn’t it create such a deep hole?

Still, why would Wu Shaohan do such a thing?

Gloda couldn’t understand; with such exquisite marksmanship, Wu Shaohan should easily score ten out of ten if he were shooting at a target.

But he hadn’t hit the target even once.

“Gloda, haven’t you calculated our scores yet?”

Grief, seeing Gloda standing still, prompted him.

His face was excited, as he had actually defeated the former Huaxia Sharpshooter!

Though the victory was somewhat inexplicable…

When Gloda heard Grief’s voice, he no longer dwelled on why Wu Shaohan had done that and jogged back to the firing point.

“Grief, seventy-two points,” Gloda said breathlessly, announcing Grief’s shooting score, then looked at Wu Shaohan with a complex expression. “You scored zero.”

It was an unsurprising result, but upon hearing this, Wu Shaohan just cracked a smile.

“Congratulations, you have defeated me.”

He looked at Grief, whose face bore a slight joy but not much, and then reached out to shake hands with him.

Grief hesitated for a moment but still shook hands with Wu Shaohan.

“No… I feel like this victory is meaningless, as if you purposely held back…”

After a brief joy, Grief, who had beaten Wu Shaohan, regained his rationality.

The victory had come too easily, such that even he knew that Wu Shaohan had not put his heart into it.

How could a former sharpshooter not hit the target with even a single shot?

This is only an eighty-meter target!

And in the national Sharpshooter competition, the targets are one hundred and fifty meters!

“Does this matter? It doesn’t matter, winning is what matters, right?” Wu Shaohan smiled faintly. Although he was speaking to Grief, those around him always felt like Wu Shaohan was talking about himself.

“No, this is not what I want.”

Grief was completely sobered up, realizing Wu Shaohan had not used his real strength in their competition!

“Wu Hui, I hope you can respect me. I am genuinely challenging you as a contender.”

He continued, and this time his tone was very serious.

Wu Shaohan listened patiently until he finished, then nodded: “This is not what I want either.”

Setting the rifle on the table, he raised his hand and patted Grief on the shoulder: “I hope you can understand, I am not Wu Hui, my name is Wu Shaohan, nor am I some championship Sharpshooter.

“I am currently playing with my friends, please do not disturb our enjoyment,”

Wu Shaohan spoke earnestly, his tone very sincere.

Grief’s face showed a hint of anger; he was irritated that the man before him continuously denied his past honors—a recognition that was the pinnacle for any amateur shooter.

“They all say you were the most arrogant king of the shooting range, but I think I was wrong, you have forgotten your golden cup glory.”

Grief shook his head with a smile, although mocking Wu Shaohan, his tone seemed more like the shattering of an ideal he had always pursued.

“You are talking about Wu Hui, and I am Wu Shaohan.”

Wu Shaohan showed no emotional reaction to his words, just countered the person he mentioned.

“I see now, it’s true then, you really were scared witless by the rebels from Buddha Tower Country.”

Grief pondered for a moment, then suddenly blurted out something nonsensical.

But it was this statement that immediately changed Wu Shaohan’s expression and involuntarily made him clench his fists; everyone could see he had become very tense.

“Enough, do not mention that incident to me.”

Wu Shaohan could no longer suppress the turbulent emotions within him. Grief’s words seemed to have pricked a wound in him. He punched the shelf, scattering bullets all over the floor.

Apart from Grief, everyone present was startled.

“Yu, what’s wrong with Wu Shaohan?”

“What’s going on here? Are they going to fight?”

Unable to understand Bengali, Lin Xinyue and Dai Zhengguo instinctively asked Gu Yu.

Although Gu Yu had been listening clearly, he could hardly say what was said, just shook his head: “I don’t know, it looks like they had a quarrel, the other party must have said something very ugly.”

“They cursed?”

Old Dai, not taking it lying down, grabbed a gun and was ready to go over to support Wu Shaohan.

Gu Yu quickly pulled him back: “It shouldn’t be, who argues like this?”

He wiped the sweat off his brow. Old Dai was of such an age, yet he was still so impulsive …

“Don’t rush, let’s see what’s happening first.”

Seeing that everyone was prepared to support Wu Shaohan, Gu Yu quickly added.

Meanwhile, there was a shift in Wu Shaohan’s demeanor.

After hitting the shelf with his fist, Wu Shaohan took several deep breaths, as if to calm down, his face grim as he addressed Grief: “You can leave, remember, I am Wu Shaohan, not the Wu Hui you spoke of.”

Grief said nothing, just stared at him.

After looking each other in the eye for a minute, Grief also understood that nothing he would say could encourage Wu Hui to rebound.

He shook his head with a smile, then lifted his AKM and suddenly fired at the eighty-meter target.

“Da-da-da-da—” The gunfire lasted several seconds.

Grief fired off all the bullets, then silently placed the AKM back on the shelf and left the shooting range without a word.