The faces of the other recruits who were participating in the competition were even darker.
They were all good shooters among the recruits. What Lin Ling did just now, they knew very well whether they could do it or not.
On the battlefield where there were so many card models flying around, it was already a miracle to be hit a zero number of times. Maintaining a 100% accuracy rate was as difficult as ascending to the heavens, let alone maintaining a 100% accuracy rate like Lin Ling. That was almost inhuman.
Stackhouse's face was even worse than the average recruit. As a Caucasian, his face was now a little green.
As one of the top gunners among the recruits, whether it was the zero number of hits or the 100% accuracy rate on the battlefield just now, in his opinion, the scariest thing was not the zero number of hits.
The scariest thing was Lin Ling's prediction!
Every excellent shooter had to learn how to predict the enemy's possible position, determine the enemy's posture and angle, and prepare in advance. It was an important element of being the first to strike.
Stackhouse had always been very proud of his prediction skills. Even his master, who was one of the top 50 shooters in the Federation, praised his prediction skills and even said that he was qualified to challenge the King of Guns in the Federation.
Lin Ling's prediction completely destroyed his pride. Especially the moment when she killed the hostage and turned the hostage into a robber, his confidence was greatly impacted.
Many of the audience suspected that the shot was a blind shot, but Stackhouse knew that it was a real shot. There was no hesitation in the shot, it was a shot full of confidence!
It was this strong prediction that enabled her to make the first move that was truly terrifying and fatal.
Stackhouse was confident that he could achieve a 100% accuracy rate without getting hit. But the time needed was probably more than 600 seconds.
When both players didn't get hit and hit their vitals 100% of the time, the only thing that mattered was the speed at which the bullets hit.
For a gunner, one second, no! Zero point one second! This was the difference between life and death, heaven and hell.
In addition to her prediction, Lin Ling's speed in finding the passage was too amazing. From the beginning to the end, she didn't walk a wrong path. She was 100% accurate in the direction, which saved a lot of time.
Finding the correct path in a chaotic environment was also an important test for a shooter.
The elevator quickly ascended and soon reached the highest floor. Stackhouse took a few deep breaths and waited for the door of fate to open.
On the huge projection screen, the walls of the high-rise buildings changed positions rapidly, and so did the stairs.
For the sake of fairness, every participant's route was randomly chosen by the program to prevent certain people from cheating due to their background being too strong.
However, this possibility was almost zero due to the competition between the continents' military regions.
However, the committee did not let their guard down.
The door slowly opened, and Stackhouse walked into the dark high-rise building with a back that said, "The wind is howling, the water is cold, and the warrior will never return."
A gunshot rang out, and a vital point was hit!
Stackhouse, who was in battle mode, completely forgot about Lin Ling's previous performance and devoted himself to his own battle.
Andy stared at the projection with a hint of admiration in his eyes. This was the psychological quality that an ace shooter should have. No matter how difficult the situation was, he would use his gun! Shatter everything! Until victory!
Many spectators in the stands were nervous. Among the odds offered by the Federation military, the European recruits had the lowest odds. They also had glorious championship titles, and they were the absolute favorites to win.
Many people were betting on the European recruits in the lottery.
Stackhouse didn't disappoint the audience who bet on him. The huge pressure from Lin Ling was transformed into a motivation to surpass himself and everything else.
His hand speed was faster than ever, and his shot was more decisive than ever. His prediction was faster than ever.
The cardboard models that blocked the road were instantly smashed like tofu blocking a tank.
Faster! Faster! Faster! Faster!
Stackhouse was like a mad dragon, burying his head in the high-rise building.
Hit rate was 100%, critical hit rate was 100%, accidental damage was zero, and the number of hits was zero. The completion time was 600 seconds, and the score was S-grade!
Exactly the same result! The audience was in an uproar. Stackhouse sat on the ground with his hands on the ground, gasping for breath. Sweat dripped from his cheeks to the ground like rain. The uniform he was wearing looked like it had been thrown into a lake and had just been fished out.
Looking at the result on the screen, Stackhouse first smiled, then fell to the ground powerlessly, his face full of despair.
A draw? No! I lost!
Stackhouse was very satisfied with the result that exceeded his limit, but he also knew that he had lost.
Lin Ling, the female soldier from East Asia, also took 600 seconds, but she was calm and there was no sweat on her face. She completed all of this easily, as if she still had energy to spare.
In comparison, Stackhouse had concentrated 200% of his energy and used up all of it in that battle.
By the time the battle was over, he was completely exhausted!
There was no such thing as a tie for first place in the military competition.
There was only one first place.
Therefore, if the two were tied for first place, there would be an extra match.
Stackhouse was very clear that if he was asked to shoot a target at a distance of 25 meters, he might not be able to hit it 100% of the time.
Another battle like the one just now? The ending would not be ordinary miserable. The final score would be to get shot a few thousand times, with a hit rate of 15%? Accidental injury rate??? And that damn time. It was possible to create the worst result since the start of the Recruit Tournament.
A draw was a loss! Stackhouse lay at the entrance of the contestants and looked at the American recruit, Andy, who walked past him.
"Come on! You must win. "
Stackhouse said in a weak voice, but his words were full of sincerity.
After training hard for so long, he ended up meeting such a perverted woman. He was very unwilling and hoped that someone could come out and defeat this woman, even if it was just for a second.
"I … will try my best …"
Andy answered without much confidence. He had calculated 600 seconds many times, and it was almost the true speed limit. Stackhouse was able to achieve this speed, in addition to strength, it also included a certain amount of good luck.
Andy could not guarantee that he would have the same good luck as Stackhouse.
He entered the platform and went up to the tall building. The door of fate opened again, and Andy walked in with his gun.
Just like Stackhouse, Andy entered the battlefield with a desperate look. Some of the spectators in the stands cheered in unison.
Over the years, the American recruits had always been the strongest in terms of comprehensive strength.
In the pistol shooting competition, they had only lost by a very small margin in the past few years.
People were looking forward to Andy creating a miracle. Although their minds were completely blocked by the soundproof wall, this did not weaken their excitement.
At this time, the military enthusiasts also did various calculations and vaguely calculated a value. 600 seconds could be said to be the limit of this time, an unbreakable time lock.
The most professional military enthusiasts began to be silent. They had already calculated Andy's approximate result before the other audience through real-time calculations.
It could not be 600 seconds, Andy's speed was slower than Stackhouse's.
There was a slight gap between the two of them. Stackhouse's performance was beyond Andy's, and Andy couldn't surpass him no matter what.
665 seconds.
It was a very good result. If it was in the previous recruit tournament, it was estimated that he had a chance to win the championship.
However, today.
This should have been an amazing result, but because of the performance of the previous two recruits, it became not attractive at all. Many spectators even jeered and jeered at the American recruits in disdain.
Andy's forehead was also full of sweat. He sat down next to Stackhouse and sighed with a depressed look, "I … tried my best …"
"I can see that." Stackhouse leaned against the wall and smiled bitterly, "600 seconds, even if it was Penglai, I am afraid that he could only achieve such a result. In the end, it is likely that he will lose to that woman. "
Andy nodded in agreement, but there was a bitter smile on his face, "East Asia is really a magical place. Either they can't even win the championship. Or they have such a terrible shooter, and her performance can make any other shooter have a nervous breakdown. "
"That's right." Stackhouse also nodded, "If she trains for a while, she may really be able to challenge the Gun King."
"Gun King?" Andy's eyes were full of admiration, "This woman, is she the apprentice of the Gun King?"
"No." Stackhouse replied very decisively, "The Gun King also has his own style, which is a fighting style that ignores everything. This woman is decisive, straightforward, and neat. But she doesn't really ignore everything. That kind of temperament can't be faked. "
"Is that so?" Andy tilted his head and looked at Stackhouse, "Do you think the champion this time will be that woman?"
"Of course!" Stackhouse rolled his eyes at Andy, "Look at her relaxed look, I guess it won't be a problem for her to do it three more times for 600 seconds."
"The other Easterner …"
"Impossible." Stackhouse shook his head repeatedly, "His hands are really good, but it is far from enough to surpass that woman. 600 seconds is the limit, and it is useless even if he can reach this limit. The state of that woman clearly tells everyone that she can fight a protracted battle with any challenger. "
The competition continued. The recruits who participated in the competition later were far less than the first three. Not only did they not have a 100% hit rate, but there were even cases of accidental injuries and being hit.
This situation was not unexpected to everyone. After all, the performance of the first three people was too outstanding. The audience also began to understand that Andy's performance was very wonderful, and not as bad as they thought.
The competition finally came to the last person. Qin Fen slowly got up and left the seat.
"Hey, Easterner, come on." Andy cheered half-jokingly.
Qin Fen stopped and looked back at the two people sitting on the ground, "I will win for you to see."
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