"Bang, bang, bang, bang..."
As soon as Instructor Hou gave the command, before the echoes had even dissipated in the air, Qiao Ying had already fired ten bullets.
In contrast, the other participants were still struggling to aim for their second shot. Some of the timid girls were so frightened by the sound of the gunfire and the recoil that they even dropped their guns.
Instructor Hou stood beside Qiao Ying, and upon hearing the consecutive gunshots, he lowered his head to look. He saw that Qiao Ying had already finished shooting.
First, he glanced at Qiao Ying, and then he looked at the target fifty meters away from her, but unfortunately, it was difficult to see clearly.
Finally, after waiting for the other students to finish shooting, Instructor Hou immediately instructed the distant instructor to report the scores, from left to right.
"25 points, 33 points, 46 points, 44 points... a perfect 10."
"A perfect 10? Wow, did her eyes sit on her buttocks?"
"Who is it? So bad that even a perfect 10 missed the target?"
The crowd mocked and laughed, but when they looked at the last target, they discovered that it was actually shot by Qiao Ying. The boys immediately fell silent.
"Come on, it's normal for girls to be bad at shooting. This is something that boys like to play with. What's so funny about it?"
"That's right, nobody is perfect. She's already excellent in every aspect, so what if she's slightly lacking in this one?"
"Seriously, it's enough. She missed the target with nine shots, and the last shot was a perfect 10. She must be the best in the entire grade." Tang Xiaoguo disdainfully rolled her eyes at those boys. "They're such bootlickers."
"It seems you're right. Even with her outstanding skills, she's still just a little girl who can play with guns," the adjacent instructor said with a smile to Instructor Hou. "I won't be polite with this wine then."
The adjacent instructor continued to look at Qiao Ying with admiration and said, "But her physical fitness is much harder to train than marksmanship. It's a rare talent."
"Nine shots missed the target," the instructor reporting the scores shouted at this moment.
"Missed the target nine times? Hit the bullseye once? A perfect 10?"
"Call her bad, but she hit the bullseye with one shot. Call her talented, but she missed the target nine times. What kind of luck is my goddess having?"
Tang Xiaoguo snorted, "It's obvious. That one shot was clearly a fluke."
Missed the target nine times? Instructor Hou and the adjacent instructor exchanged a glance, and then they both looked at Qiao Ying together.
Then, Instructor Hou took a step towards the target in the distance.
Before he even approached, he asked the instructor reporting the scores, "Missed the target nine times?"
"Yes."
As he got closer and took a look, there was indeed only one bullet hole on the target.
Wait a minute, something's not right.
He looked closer, and Instructor Hou's pupils contracted in disbelief. He immediately reached out and touched the only bullet hole.
"Is there a problem?" The adjacent instructor walked over.
Instructor Hou didn't respond, he just looked at the adjacent instructor with a complex expression. The latter realized that something was wrong and asked, "What's the matter?"
Then he looked at the target and his gaze gradually became focused. After a moment, he bent down and leaned closer to take a look. "This bullet hole..."
For quite a while,
The adjacent instructor looked at Instructor Hou in disbelief and exclaimed, "Wow, all of them hit the same bullet hole."
There were no missed shots. The reason there was only one bullet hole was that all ten bullets went through the same hole!
One bullet hole, but with multiple bullet marks.
Although it wasn't possible to determine the exact number of bullet marks, based on the strength of these shots, there were definitely ten without a doubt!
"Is it possible that even you, once the most formidable sniper in the 'Hellfire' Special Forces, can't accomplish this?"
The neighboring instructor was a bit stunned, looking at Qiao Ying in the distance, his face filled with astonishment. Had a student really achieved this?
At a distance of fifty meters, with ample shooting experience, it's possible to have three or four bullets hit the same bullet hole.
But to ensure that all ten bullets hit the same bullet hole, what level of shooting skill and stability is required?
During Instructor Hou's peak period, the highest record at a distance of fifty meters was five bullets in one bullet hole.
However, considering the influence of wind speed, those five bullets would take at least five minutes to shoot.
But how long did Qiao Ying take with her ten bullets just now?
Instructor Hou, standing next to her, listened attentively.
For her, wind speed and external factors were like nonexistent.
To achieve such terrifying skill, one must wonder to what extent she had trained. The neighboring instructor said, "I've truly been enlightened today."
"Female snipers are already a rare breed, and her skill..." The neighboring instructor shook his head, too stunned for words.
Instructor Hou, who had remained silent all along, now looked towards Qiao Ying in the distance and announced to the students, "Qiao Ying, one hundred points!"
"One hundred points? Wasn't it supposed to be ten points?"
"Let's go and take a look."
"This student's identity is somewhat suspicious. I'll report to the general later. You stay here and keep an eye on her, don't tip our hand." Instructor Hou quickly finished speaking and pulled the target out of the ground.
The neighboring instructor was startled, and his expression grew serious.
Indeed, it was too suspicious. How could an ordinary student in their teens possess such shooting ability surpassing professional snipers?
Physical training earlier could be explained by superior innate motor cells, but shooting—without prior experience with guns or years of professional training, such skill was absolutely impossible, even for a genius.
Considering all these factors, it was truly suspicious.
Before a large group of students came running over,
Instructor Hou took the target and left.
The students were puzzled, unaware of what Instructor Hou and the others were studying with Qiao Ying's target, and how it had changed from ten points to one hundred points. And then they took the target away.
"How many points did she actually score? The difference between ten and one hundred points is too vast. Could it be that there was a mistake in scoring?"
Under the scorching sun,
They waited from morning until noon.
Finally, Instructor Hou, accompanied by two armed soldiers, returned.
The students became a little nervous at their imposing appearance and dared not make a sound.
Instructor Hou only called for Qiao Ying.
"What happened?"
"I don't know. It can't be because of that target, right?"
Then,
Qiao Ying was brought to Shangguan Qingmu's office.
Upon entering, Qiao Ying saw a military officer with his back facing her, examining her target. When he turned around, Qiao Ying noticed the shoulder insignia—a sheaf of wheat with three stars, the rank of a general.
That face seemed familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere.
Seeing Qiao Ying first glance at his shoulder insignia, and then at his face, Shangguan Qingmu smiled and asked, "What are you looking at?"
"What's your name?" Qiao Ying asked directly.
Instructor Hou immediately reprimanded, "Qiao Ying, this is General Shangguan, you mustn't be disrespectful."
Is it considered disrespectful to just ask for a name? Qiao Ying, who despite being young, was revered as an elder in multiple fields as the Blood Shadow, truly didn't know that it was disrespectful.
Shangguan Qingmu raised his hand to stop Instructor Hou, indicating that it was fine, and then smiled at Qiao Ying, saying, "I'm Shangguan Qingmu."
The name sounded familiar.
Qiao Ying carefully recollected and remembered seeing him before.
It was just that back then, Shangguan Qingmu was still a Major General.
"You shot this target?" Shangguan Qingmu asked.
"Yeah, any problem?" Qiao Ying glanced at the target.
"May I see your palms?" Shangguan Qingmu said.
Qiao Ying glanced at the office.
There were only three people present: Instructor Hou, Shangguan Qingmu, and a communication soldier, but there were quite a few people outside the office.
Qiao Ying generously spread open both hands, palms white and tender, fingers slender, and there were no calluses on the tiger's mouth of either hand.
This was very strange.
To have such marksmanship and yet no calluses on the tiger's mouth.
Was it their first time handling a gun? Impossible.
"Can you tell me how you achieved such results without any calluses on the tiger's mouth?" Shangguan Qingmu wore a smile on his face, but there was an imposing aura that wasn't born out of anger.
Qiao Ying asked, "What are you suspecting me of?"
