Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Before long, all ten rapidly moving targets came to a stop, indicating that every one of them had been hit.
Lei Zhan lowered his assault rifle, his expression as relaxed as ever.
Not far away, He Chenguang shouted,
“Report the scores!”
A soldier immediately called out,
“Lei Zhan: three bull’s-eyes, four nines, and three eights—for a total of 90 points!”
“Well done, Thunder God!” Yan Wang praised.
“As expected of Thunder God!” Wang Yanbing laughed.
“That’s incredible!”
“He’s amazing.”
“No wonder he’s Thunder God.”
“Scoring ninety points on moving targets is unbelievably impressive. If they were stationary targets, he’d probably hit ten rings with every shot.”
“Exactly. Thunder God truly deserves his reputation as one of the country’s top special forces soldiers.”
“Where’s Lu Yun? It’s his turn now!”
The surrounding soldiers couldn’t stop praising Lei Zhan.
Everyone knew just how difficult moving-target shooting was.
An ordinary soldier was already considered excellent if they scored seventy points, simply because the targets moved so quickly that hitting them consistently was extremely difficult.
Elite special forces soldiers generally scored above eighty points.
Reaching ninety points, however, placed someone among the absolute best.
“It’s your turn,” Lei Zhan said.
Everyone turned to look at Lu Yun.
They found him standing before a rack of firearms, apparently unable to decide which weapon to choose.
Wang Yanbing sneered.
“Kid, don’t tell me you don’t even know how to use a gun.”
“Hahaha! Judging by his expression, I think that’s exactly the case!”
Laughter immediately erupted around the range.
Lu Yun looked up and asked Lei Zhan,
“Why aren’t there any pistols?”
The entire crowd froze.
Then an even louder burst of laughter rang out across the training ground.
Lei Zhan frowned.
“You don’t even understand something this basic, yet you dared challenge me to a shooting match?”
Lu Yun blinked in confusion.
To be honest, he really didn’t know much.
In his previous life, he had died before even finishing basic training, so he had never practiced moving-target shooting like this.
At that moment, Ye Cunxin walked over and explained,
“Moving targets are fast and they’re positioned at a long distance, so assault rifles are normally used.”
“A pistol doesn’t have enough effective range. After around thirty meters, the bullet begins to drop naturally, and wind resistance and recoil make it even harder to hit a fast-moving target at that distance.”
“I see…”
Lu Yun finally understood and couldn’t help feeling a little embarrassed.
The problem was…
The only firearm he actually knew how to use was a pistol.
Unable to do anything else, he looked at Ye Cunxin.
“Can I borrow your pistol?”
Ye Cunxin frowned.
“You’ve never really used a gun before?”
Lu Yun smiled.
“I have, just… not very proficiently.”
Back when he had been a new recruit in his previous life, he had handled firearms before, but opportunities for live-fire training had been rare.
Ordinary soldiers didn’t get much chance to practice marksmanship.
Ye Cunxin asked again,
“So you’re saying you’re good with pistols?”
Lu Yun nodded.
“That’s right.”
She looked at him skeptically.
Even if he really was good with a pistol, it wouldn’t matter.
The weapon simply wasn’t suited for this kind of event.
Seeing her expression, Lu Yun chuckled.
“What? You don’t believe me?”
“My pistol can even shoot down an airplane.”
“Do you believe that?”
Ye Cunxin rolled her eyes.
As if.
Too lazy to argue with him, she nevertheless removed the UC2 combat pistol from her holster and handed it over.
Then she turned toward the others.
“Someone give him another magazine.”
“A UC2 only holds nine rounds, and that’s not enough.”
An Ran walked over, removed the magazine from her own pistol, and handed it to him.
“Here.”
Lu Yun accepted it with a grin.
“Good girl.”
“You…!”
An Ran’s beautiful eyes widened.
She snorted angrily before turning and walking away.
Helping him had been a mistake.
He was absolutely infuriating.
Watching from the side, Lei Zhan’s anger flared again.
“Hurry up.”
“Stop wasting everyone’s time.”
He Chenguang burst into laughter.
“What’s there even to compete about?”
“Using a pistol?”
The others nodded in agreement, watching Lu Yun mockingly, eager to see how he would embarrass himself.
A pistol?
How foolish did someone have to be to choose one for moving-target shooting?
Lu Yun ignored every last one of them.
Instead, he looked back at Ye Cunxin and held up the pistol.
“So… I cock it like this?”
Ye Cunxin sighed helplessly.
“No.”
“That’s the safety.”
“This is how you chamber a round.”
Lu Yun nodded repeatedly.
“Oh… got it.”
The women all shook their heads.
And he claimed to be proficient with pistols?
“What an idiot.”
Someone in the crowd muttered,
“Trying to save face only makes things worse.”
The remark was immediately met with widespread agreement.
In everyone’s eyes, Lu Yun had already backed himself into a corner and was simply bluffing now.
After all…
He was just a notorious playboy from a powerful family—a useless pretty boy who knew nothing except bullying people.
Who would seriously expect him to perform live-fire marksmanship?
“Begin!”
Just then, Lu Yun shouted loudly.
He planted his feet apart, gripped the pistol with both hands, and assumed a standard shooting stance.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
In the distance, the ten human-shaped targets immediately sprang into motion.
They darted unpredictably in every direction, sometimes overlapping one another, sometimes separating again.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
The pistol roared.
Lu Yun calmly began firing.
His mind became perfectly clear.
The instant he pulled the trigger, he felt as though his very blood had become connected to the handgun.
He could even sense the vibration and scorching heat as each bullet left the barrel.
His eyes shone with intense focus, fixed unwaveringly on the distant targets.
His handsome profile and utterly serious expression made the women watching from afar freeze in surprise.
For that brief moment…
Lu Yun seemed like a completely different person.