After the opening ceremony, the 32nd Olympic Games officially kicked off.
When Jiang Chen received the schedule, he was slightly surprised.
The first qualifying round of the 10-meter air rifle turned out to be on the first day of the Olympic Games, and it was in the morning, which was completely out of his expectation. After asking Zhang Yaping, Jiang Chen learned that among all the events in the Olympic Games, it was almost an unwritten rule that shooting was ranked first.
Originally, Jiang Chen planned to take some time to practice, but he didn't expect to have to compete the next morning after the opening ceremony, which was a bit awkward. Up until now, he hadn't even touched an air rifle for shooting, let alone practice.
If the Xin Olympic Committee knew about this, they would probably vomit blood. They had to go against their conscience to label him as a B-level athlete. In the absence of A-level athletes in Xin, he barely qualified for the competition.
Now that he was on the field, it would be strange if he didn't expose himself!
"Have you tried this before?" Wang Tao handed the air rifle to Jiang Chen suspiciously. As a shooting coach, Wang Tao had been examining Jiang Chen from head to toe.
Generally speaking, the night before the competition, athletes would choose to have a good rest, especially shooting athletes. This type of event required a high degree of concentration, so they needed ample rest before the competition to ensure that they could concentrate during the competition.
He had been a shooting coach for many years, but it was the first time he had seen an athlete like Jiang Chen.
"Don't worry, don't worry." Jiang Chen waved his hand, loaded the air rifle in his hand, and aimed at the target ten meters away. "I'm just trying to get a feel before the competition."
Then, he raised the air rifle, aimed at the target ten meters away, and pulled the trigger.
Bang —
The bullet accurately hit the target.
When Wang Tao saw the number that popped up on the electronic target, his eyebrows twitched.
"How many rings?" Jiang Chen proudly raised his eyebrows, put the air rifle aside, turned around, and grinned, revealing his white teeth.
Wang Tao responded to Jiang Chen's smile, which was not much better than crying, and said as if he had given up.
"Zero, you missed the target …"
…
Shooting and using firearms were two different things.
The latter was an application of technology, while the former was an art.
How difficult was it to shoot a ten-meter air rifle? Jiang Chen didn't feel it before, but when he stood in front of the target with an air rifle, he realized the difficulty.
First was the target.
It was no exaggeration to say that the ten rings were actually only the size of the tip of a needle. The entire target was only the size of a dollar coin, and it was still ten meters away from the contestant. Think about it, what would it feel like to shoot a coin from ten meters away?
If one's eyesight was slightly poor, they might not even be able to aim accurately at the target, let alone the competition.
Because of this, Jiang Chen, who stepped onto the field with an air rifle and stood in position 14, was still a little nervous. He was still hesitating whether or not to use Unparalleled. Strictly speaking, the air rifle was also a weapon. If he used Peerless, he would be able to use the weapon to the extreme and hit the bullseye.
However …
Was unlocking the hidden genetic code considered cheating?
"Are you sure you touched a gun?" Standing in the shooting position next to Jiang Chen, the 15th player from the UA, Matthew Emmons, glanced at his posture and teased, "If you don't know how to do it, I can teach you."
When Jiang Chen heard someone talking to him, he laughed.
"Don't worry about that. I've touched more guns than you've ever seen."
"Is that so?" Matthew sneered, "I was the ace sniper of the Marine Corps before I retired. I don't know where your confidence comes from."
"Then I'll give you an example," Jiang Chen said, "Have you heard of the Reaper Rifle? And the PK2000. Celestial Trade Marine Corps' standard, you definitely haven't used it before, right? In my opinion, the M4A1 and M16A2 are nothing in front of it. "
Matthew's eyebrows were raised. Just as he was about to argue, the referee's voice came from the side.
"Contestants 14 and 15, please remain quiet. The game is about to begin."
Jiang Chen shrugged and didn't talk nonsense with the man. He picked up the air rifle in his hand and aimed at the target in front of him. The model of the rifle was different from the one he saw in the hotel, but the weight and texture were not much different.
He glanced sideways at Matthew and read the disdain and mockery in his eyes. Jiang Chen's lips curved up slightly.
If he was still hesitant to activate the genetic code at the beginning, he had now thrown it to the back of his mind. Now that he didn't need the nano-probe intravenous injection to activate the genetic code, he could use his own skills. It wasn't cheating, right?
The game officially began.
Jiang Chen put the rifle on the shooting rack and slowly loaded it. He put his shoulder behind the butt of the rifle, held the gun in his right hand, narrowed his eyes, and said in his mind.
Unparalleled!
Everything in his field of vision was plated with a layer of light blue, and all colors were reduced to endless cold tones. All sounds were slowly magnified in the slow field and gradually distorted in the elongated slowness. The rifle in his hand seemed to be a part of his body, just like his fingers. From aiming to pulling the trigger, everything was so natural.
Jiang Chen unexpectedly discovered that his skills had subtly changed without him noticing.
He couldn't tell exactly where the change had occurred and when it had begun. At this moment, he was fully immersed in the state of anatta. He was the only person on the field, one shot and one target.
Before the bullet left the chamber, it already hit the target …
Matthew, who was standing next to him, almost laughed out loud when he saw Jiang Chen holding the gun.
Holding a gun with one hand?
Do you think you're James Bond?
Even the most basic shooting posture is wrong. What kind of good results do you expect?
However, the moment the electronic target was read, Matthew couldn't laugh anymore.
In order to facilitate the audience to understand the game, when the bullet hit the target, the electronic target would record the bullet's impact point and reflect the hit situation to the audience at the scene and in front of the TV in real time through the big screen. The historical impact point was displayed as a green dot, and the current impact point was displayed as a red dot. After the copper-sized target was enlarged, every audience could even see the hit situation more clearly than the players.
Because Jiang Chen was the first player to shoot, when the red dot first appeared on the big screen, almost the entire world's audience noticed this unique shooter and the red dot that hit the bullseye.
"Ten rings!"
"Are you kidding me? That works?!"
"It's a fluke. He can hit ten rings with one hand, I don't believe it! "
The camera gave Jiang Chen a close-up, and the audience around the world was amazed by his one-handed posture. Although they suspected that the shot was a fluke, the audience couldn't help but applaud.
Without paying attention to the reaction of the audience behind him, Jiang Chen didn't even pause as he continued to pull the trigger smoothly.
The rule of the ten-meter air rifle qualification was to shoot 60 bullets in a standing position at a distance of 10 meters. The total time limit, including the test shooting, was 1 hour and 45 minutes. There was plenty of time, but Jiang Chen didn't plan to waste any time.
Because after activating Peerless, the burden on the body was quite shocking.
Another ten rings, and the reading jumped to 10.9.
Without stopping, Jiang Chen maintained the posture of holding the gun with one hand and continued to pull the trigger.
Following the new rules of the Rio Olympics, the 10-meter air rifle qualification would also introduce decimal point scoring. Each player needed to shoot six groups of 10 bullets each, and the score would be calculated by decimal point. The best score for a single shot would be 10.9, and the eight players with the best total score would advance to the finals.
In the blink of an eye, Jiang Chen had already shot ten shots, and each shot hit the bull's eye.
From the initial excitement to now dumbfounded, the people in the audience forgot to applaud and just stared at the player who used an air rifle as a pistol. Even Zhu Qinan and Sokolov, who stood not far from Jiang Chen, these world-famous players couldn't help but stop shooting and cast astonished and even incredulous looks at the number 11 target.
In the audience, people whispered to each other.
"I heard that the target of the ten-meter air rifle is only the size of a coin."
"Fu * k, I was wondering why I couldn't even see the bull's eye!"
"Isn't this spear technique a little too overpowered …"
"Jiang Chen … wait, this name … it shouldn't be the same name, right?"
"Fu * k, this is insane. The identity of the world's richest man is actually an Olympic athlete?!"
The referee walked behind Jiang Chen, and his eyes were fixed on his movements. He watched in disbelief as he pulled the trigger and the number jumping on the electronic target.
After emptying the clip, Jiang Chen skillfully removed the rifle from the shooting rack and loaded the lead bullets into the clip.
"You can take a break. You have 1 hour and 40 minutes left in the game." The referee couldn't help but remind him.
"No need."
The referee opened his mouth, but he didn't speak.
In fact, what he wanted to say was, you take a break first. I'll ask someone to check if the reading of the electronic target is faulty. However, looking at Jiang Chen's nonchalant look, the referee couldn't say anything else. He could only watch him put the rifle on the shooting rack, lean his shoulder against the butt, and shoot with one hand.
A total of sixty bullets were all fired in less than six hundred seconds.
The shooters in positions 15 and 13 stood there blankly and forgot to shoot.
"I'm done, you can do it."
Jiang Chen grinned at the UA player, put the air rifle next to the shooting rack, and elegantly left the field.
Behind him were the dumbfounded athletes and referees, as well as a group of stunned spectators.
The red dots on the electronic target almost formed a line, and the counter next to it flashed with dazzling red letters.
640 …
Only 14 points away from the full score of 654.
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