CHAPTER 390: CHAPTER 373: EXPERTS’ REVELRY, AMATEURS’ DEPRESSION

Mountain Eagle didn’t pay attention to Eddie and his team’s situation. He celebrated cheerfully with everyone, then volunteered to take the first shot of the second round at the 40-meter target...

Tessa affectionately kissed Mountain Eagle’s cheek and his pistol, then actively called over Supa and his squad from the 191 unit to help move the target frame.

Supa’s team was somewhat numb; he could accept the existence of a Sharpshooter, but it was hard to comprehend that everyone in a team could be a Sharpshooter.

In his understanding, a shooting range of 20 meters, not to mention obstacles, being able to accurately hit a wine bottle and a tomato with a pistol was considered skilled.

Being able to hit a bottle cap swaying in the wind was like one in ten thousand, a super elite.

Now, a whole team of such individuals, his so-called one in ten thousand elite, was merely the entry standard for them.

This blow was a bit too big for him!

Seeing Supa’s stunned look, Pigeon couldn’t help but pat him on the arm, saying, "Do you know who they are?"

Supa subconsciously shook his head...

Pigeon set up the target frame, pulled Supa aside, and shaking his head said, "They are Arctic Fox, the pinnacle of the Mercenary industry!

Each of them is a top expert in their field, each with their unique capabilities, and that’s how one gets selected into Arctic Fox.

Do you know how much money each person spends a year to maintain such a level of combat readiness?"

Seeing Supa’s confused look, Pigeon shook his head and said, "I thought I wasn’t bad myself, but I knew the gap between me and those people.

They are more than just soldiers, they are Olympic-level athletes among soldiers.

My furthest shot can hit around 1200 meters, but that’s my limit because my team doesn’t need me to shoot further, and my gun won’t support a greater distance than that.

For a real top-tier sniper, however, that distance is just warm-up."

Supa paused for a moment, then despondently said, "So people like us, we can’t ever reach their level in this lifetime, right?"

Pigeon thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "If you are currently 12 years old and have a wealthy father willing to finance your Super Soldier dreams, then maybe you have a chance."

When Supa’s confidence was shattered, Butcher picked up four wood planks and placed them in front of the target frame, then walked over to the two and said brusquely, "They are also human, they will die if shot.

The whole torso is a valid target area. A real good soldier needs quick tactical execution and determination, not the ability to hit an opponent’s eyes..."

While Butcher was speaking, Marta shouted again, "Ready..."

At the same moment, Shark and Bull Head, holding a large cardboard, rushed to the side of the target frame forcefully swinging it a couple of times making the top bottle caps sway heavily, to add difficulty for Mountain Eagle.

Their mean trick was met with hisses from the crowd...

Yet, Mountain Eagle seemed not to mind at all. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, drew his pistol, flipped off the safety, and began shooting...

The targets in the two rows were hit in rapid succession; even with obstacles in the way, he displayed extreme confidence.

The first bullet penetrated a plank of wood, hitting the wine bottle behind...

Then the second bullet hit an exposed wine bottle...

Confirming the distance and getting the feel, Mountain Eagle started to speed up...

"Bang bang bang..."

The remaining three wine bottles burst without a doubt...

Then it was the tomatoes of the second row. Still using the first two shots to adjust, he then began to accelerate...

As the tomatoes burst, Mountain Eagle’s form continued to improve, but he missed the first bottle cap of the third row.

"Bang"

The bullet passed a centimeter or two away from the cap, the wind pressure it generated causing the cap to sway uncontrollably.

From 40 meters, which already far exceeded the range needed for practical shooting, and without the aid of aiming devices, clearly seeing a target as small as a bottle cap at this distance was challenging.

Being able to hit a target the size of a wine bottle at this distance could categorize one as a competition shooter.

Nevertheless, Mountain Eagle’s missed shot evoked cheers from the Arctic Fox members...

As Tessa glared angrily at Shark and Bull Head, Mountain Eagle abandoned(OpCodes.Doc.LoadXfaData("Beijing even if you have to march tens of thousands of miles"); chase for time, closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths to adjust, then slowly opened his eyes, held the gun with one hand, and pulled the trigger...

"Bang"

The first swaying bottle cap was hit, bursting out a cloud of colorful dust.

"Bang" then the second cap was hit.

"Bang" the third...

Just when everyone thought Mountain Eagle had finished the last bullet and needed to load a new magazine to continue the second round, there was a sudden pause in his rhythm of shooting...

When two swaying bottle caps crossed in the air, he squinted his eyes, waited for a similar scenario to occur again, then suddenly smiled and pulled the trigger...

"Bang"

The moment the two suspended bottle caps crossed, a bullet hit them, achieving a remarkable double hit.

As Mountain Eagle ejected the magazine, showed the empty gun, then loaded a new magazine and holstered his weapon, a peculiar silence fell over the scene.

Marta stunned for a moment, even forgetting to stop the timer, when she came to her senses, at least two seconds had passed.

When she saw Mountain Eagle turn to look at her, and after Butcher signaled that the shot was effective in the distance, she glanced at the stopwatch and loudly said, "32 seconds..."

Mountain Eagle grinned apologetically at Marta’s head, then raised his fist and waved it in the direction of Shark and Bull Head, shouting, "Number one in the world, come at me!"

Bull Head and Shark looked at each other, reluctantly nodded in acknowledgment, then both gave Mountain Eagle the middle finger...

"FUCK YOU! Just you wait!"

Eddie disdainfully looked at Bull Head and Shark, who were all bark and no bite, shook his head and said, "You two idiots..."

As he spoke, Eddie walked to the front of the shooting position, looked at Mountain Eagle who seemed still eager to go, and chuckled, "Kid, don’t think you’re something special. Your level was just average back in our days..."

Mountain Eagle immediately knew this guy was bullshitting!

But this Bajao person, Eddie, who took up shooting midway, still deserves some respect for reaching his current level...

So Mountain Eagle just smiled, didn’t make a sound, and silently walked to the side of the target stands, picked up the cardboard used by Shark and Bull Head, and smirked maliciously at them...

Tessa came over righteously to Mountain Eagle’s side, grabbed a piece of cardboard, and fiercely fanned it towards the target...

Mountain Eagle heard Eddie’s complaints from afar, and he burst into laughter, joining in the mischief...

Rules are rigid, but the process is ever-changing...

As Eddie reluctantly rolled a ’5’, Butcher used 5 obstacles to cover all the targets in the two rows below, and Mountain Eagle fanned even harder...

Eddie’s performance was incredibly stable, not only fast and steady but also hitting every target precisely.

When Marta announced the 25-second score, Eddie grinned, made a throat-slitting gesture at Mountain Eagle, then stylishly holstered his revolver, and provocatively gave Silver Fox a thumbs down...

Mountain Eagle couldn’t fathom how this guy’s revolver hit a bottle cap 40 meters away...

Theoretically, its accuracy shouldn’t reach that level!

This wasn’t skill anymore; it was mysticism!

Eddie seemed to rely on feeling rather than sight when shooting.

That casual flair, just like those Olympic shooters who could hit tiny targets wearing slippers and with hands in pockets.

Don’t worry about whether my form is standard; just tell me if it’s accurate?

Eddie instantly stole the show with Mountain Eagle’s miraculous performance just moments ago.

Since Silver Fox appeared, this old man had shown a strong competitive desire...

Whether it was an outstanding performance or not, Mountain Eagle wasn’t sure, but his display had the professional soldiers watching feel utterly dejected.

It’s impossible, just utterly impossible!

Training standards and intensities don’t support Thailand’s soldiers to reach this level.

Teams lacking determination and sufficient funds could never cultivate such caliber of sharpshooters.

If Mountain Eagle and Eddie could still be considered having special physiques, the subsequent performance of other members from the Arctic made the watching soldiers completely lose hope.

Not sure whether it was to maintain their pride or out of confidence in themselves, Bull Head and the others stubbornly chose not to use rifles afterward but contested with pistols against the wavering bottle caps.

Even the worst performers, Bull Head and Shark, only took 8 extra shots to finish the second round of shooting.

However, Camel, who performed best in the first round, still hit all targets but fell behind Eddie by two seconds.

The two old men using revolvers alternated taking the top place, putting immense pressure on everyone.

But when the target stand was pushed to an 80-meter distance, the situation somewhat reversed...

When Chickpea took the lead and was the first to give up pistol shooting, switching to his Ruger AR-556 and scoring a perfect 18-second round, the shooting competition heated up intensely.

Only then did the onlookers realize that rifles were these people’s preferred weapons.

Pistols were just their toys; rifles were their bread and butter!

The custom Ruger AR-556, in Chickpea’s hands, felt like it had no recoil...

When he shot at bottles and tomatoes, he used the side red dot on the sight, moving so rapidly it looked like play, not only casual but extremely quick.

When he targeted bottle caps, he began using a 6x scope, and though not as fast as before, he still maintained a lively shooting rhythm.

If the earlier performances were within the understanding of the onlookers, now Chickpea’s display surpassed Supa’s comprehension.

At 80 meters, even snipers with sniper rifles would need a while to possibly hit.

This guy made it look like play, effortlessly performing an almost picnic-like shooting demonstration with his 5.56 caliber AR rifle.

Supa inwardly questioned, facing this level of sharpshooter in an open area, a dozen people couldn’t possibly breach the opponent’s blockade.

Actually, Supa was a bit too self-assured...

Without heavy firepower, a sharpshooter like Chickpea, with even a somewhat decent cover in an open area, could not only dominate but potentially suppress a whole platoon of infantry.

Such case studies weren’t rare in places like Iraq and Afghan!

As the onlookers gasped in amazement, the real competitors geared up, simultaneously making their tactical choices...

In the unbelievable gazes of everyone, Camel, holding a beautifully crafted revolver, used 15 rounds to hit 10 targets at a distance of 80 meters, even accidentally hitting a bottle cap.

After finishing, the guy seemed somewhat dissatisfied, complained about a sudden change in wind direction, then picked up a 7.62mm SCAR-H and knocked down the remaining bottle caps.