The conversation between Chen Fan and Smith became more and more tense, and the atmosphere in the conference room reached a freezing point.
"The two of you are both rare talents in our country. Don't hurt the harmony between us. If we want to fight, why don't we use the military method to have a shooting competition?”
General Phillips saw that the atmosphere in the venue was somewhat deadlocked, so he stood up to mediate the situation and used the shooting competition as an excuse to replace their imminent bloody fight.
"Smith's marksmanship is the most accurate in the military camp. Ten shots, ten shots can hit the bullseye.”
"After all, Smith is the adopted son of General Phillips. Choosing the shooting competition was obviously biased towards Smith. Chen Fan had not only offended Smith, but also the general.”
The sergeants sitting at the side began to whisper to each other.
"You look at Smith as if he wants to kill Chen Fan.”
Many people gloated at this scene, as if they were watching a good show.
"I agree."
Chen Fan stood up and looked into Smith's eyes. If he had to compete, he would get 21 Divine Power Points.
Smith felt very unhappy when he saw Chen Fan's gaze. He walked over and stood in front of Chen Fan, glaring at him."I've been in the army for so long, and you're the first person who dares to challenge my spear technique.”
"I'll let you know how big the gap between us is.”
Smith glared at Chen Fan. His resentment towards Chen Fan was getting deeper and deeper, almost turning into hatred.
He couldn't stand the fact that Chen Fan had stolen his long-sought girlfriend and openly provoked him. He decided to teach Chen Fan a lesson later. After all, it was normal for a gun to go off in the shooting range.
"Chen Fan is going to compete with Smith, who has a 100% accuracy rate?”
The news quickly spread throughout the military camp. Chen Fan, who had no shooting foundation, was competing with Smith, a sharpshooter with rich battlefield experience. This huge contrast made all the soldiers who heard about this competition feel sorry for Chen Fan.
Although Chen Fan had great strength, it did not mean that his shooting skills were good. After all, shooting was not just about strength.
"Is Chen Fan going to embarrass himself in front of all the officers?”
"I heard that if Chen Fan loses this match, he will have to give up the qualification to go to the front line with Mr. Smith and be a logistician forever.”
Everyone wanted to go to the shooting range to see Chen Fan lose.
After all, Smith had made great achievements on the battlefield and was a good shot. He was like an idol in the hearts of the soldiers. They all wanted to see how Chen Fan, who was reckless, would be tortured.
Training base, shooting range.
All the officers and soldiers who were free gathered around. Jonathan and his brothers had been looking forward to the day when Chen Fan would be defeated. They mixed in with the people in military uniforms and watched coldly.
"Chen Fan, you rarely use a gun, so you shouldn't be so impulsive to compete with Second Lieutenant Smith. Why don't I talk to Smith and let the competition go today?”
Carter heard that Chen Fan was going to compete with Smith in marksmanship and rushed over. She was so anxious that a thin layer of sweat covered her forehead. Her delicate facial features and red lips were very attractive together.
Smith looked at Kate, who had rushed to the shooting range, and walked straight to Chen Fan's side. He didn't even look at Chen Fan from the corner of his eyes. He immediately clenched the pistol in his hand and his eyes burned with anger.
"I don't know how to use it."
Chen Fan said calmly. He didn't look nervous at all.
He really didn't know how to use a pistol. Although he had experienced the war in his previous life, he could kill people with just a breath and pluck leaves. There was no need to practice marksmanship.
"Then why did you agree to compete in spear arts?”
Kate looked at Chen Fan worriedly and raised his voice. He couldn't help but tug at Chen Fan's sleeve.
Chen Fan was a talent. It would be a waste if he ended his career in the logistics department because of a competition.
"Pick a gun first."
Smith waved his arm and pointed at the neatly arranged military firearms on the table, interrupting the intimacy between Kate and Chen Fan.
"I don't need a gun." Chen Fan did not walk to the firearms area. Instead, he walked to the side and picked up a few stones the size of bullets.
Cultivators had always focused on their own cultivation and did not like to borrow external forces. They were weapons and firearms were external possessions.
"If you don't use a gun, what's the point of competing?"
Smith was a little annoyed. This was equivalent to teasing him. He held the gun in his hand and pulled the bolt. His face was filled with anger.
The surrounding soldiers exclaimed. Smith was in such a state that he could kill Chen Fan at any time. He was simply challenging Smith's bottom line.
"General Phillips, can I use this?”
Chen Fan waved a few stones in front of General Phillips.
"If you think it's fair, fine.”
General Phillips felt that Chen Fan was being a little too arrogant to compare stones to bullets.
Whether it was in terms of firing speed or distance, it was impossible for a rock to beat a bullet. Moreover, how accurate would it be to hit a fifty-meter target if one threw a rock?
"Chen Fan, are you kidding me? You actually want to use a rock to compete with my spear?”
Smith's face showed some anger. This was simply looking down on his marksmanship. The accuracy of the stone could be compared to that of a gun.
"If you have no objections, let's begin.”
Chen Fan held the stone in his hand, rubbed his wrist, moved it, and stood in a good position. He said calmly, his body emitting an aura of victory.
"With you, there's no need to waste the taxpayer''s money.”
Smith put down the rifle he had picked out and switched to his M1911 pistol. A pistol was enough to deal with a recruit who threw rocks.
Smith stood on the shooting platform and pulled the safety of the pistol in his hand. His movements were agile. He raised his hand and aimed instantly. He fired, then pulled out the shell, threw the shell, and pressed down the hammer. A series of smooth movements were very beautiful.
This caused the soldiers to exclaim in surprise.
Bang! Three consecutive gunshots rang out.
He slowly put away the gun in his hand, wiped the gun body with his sleeve, and put the gun back into the holster with satisfaction, waiting for the target to be reported.
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