In the barracks, years of training create muscle memory, so even an ordinary sniper can reach this level.
By comparison, everyone is more curious about whether Reporter Xi can hit the target.
At this time, Xi Luo slowly raised her arm, aiming for quite a while before pulling the trigger.
The sound of the gun echoed as the bullet shot through the air towards the bullseye.
The expansive shooting range fell silent, all eyes on the scorekeeper. Three seconds later, the results were out: the lowest score, five rings.
If her bullet had deviated slightly more, it would've missed the target entirely and scored zero.
Xi Luo nodded contentedly, "Not bad."
A few guys from the mess squad were the first to applaud, "Sister Luo is awesome, way better than me. The first time I shot at the target, I hit the wooden post, didn't even score five rings."
Xi Luo accepted the praise with a smile.
Meanwhile, Zong Zhan's ears twitched slightly, his thin lips subtly sinking in displeasure.
