Without a doubt, Mo Qiong was basically counting on getting a high score in shooting.
Actually, he could also cheat in driving, but Mo Qiong was here to learn and hone himself, so he planned to show off his true strength in everything except shooting.
Just as Du Xiaoyu said, he was here to work hard against anomalies, not to become an official member.
If it was just for the test, he could cheat in driving, fighting, and stamina.
But what was the point of that?
If it wasn't for shooting, it would be harder for him to fail than to do well … Plus, he had already shown great talent, so he wanted to rely on his foundation to show off his shooting skills naturally.
"There aren't many people in line for shooting" Du Xiaoyu looked around and said.
Yan Wei said: "There aren't many people in line, but the waiting time is longer because there are too many items to test"
They were at the back of the line, only to see a few acquaintances already taking the test.
Mike was one of them. Not only were they tested on firearms, but they were also tested on projectiles and crossbows. They were even tested on vehicle shooting, which meant that they had to sit in a simulation cabin and simulate tank shooting, aircraft shooting, and even remote control shooting.
This was a major subject, just like driving, it was very difficult to get a high score in all subjects, because very few people were proficient in all subjects.
Mike, who was still full of confidence last night, was throwing darts with a confused expression.
Fixed targets, moving targets, and even multiple moving targets.
From ten meters to fifty meters, then to one hundred meters … Two, eight, sixteen, and even thirty-two targets … Round targets, human targets, live targets …
Darts, hook locks, hand grenades, fine bows, and crossbows were all tested.
Mike finally touched his beloved gun while crying.
He didn't need to ask to know that he would definitely get a low score in the previous tests.
For example, he wasn't tested on the 50-meter target at all, because he didn't even hit the 20-meter target once.
He also wasn't tested on the multiple moving targets, because he didn't hit a single moving target.
Just like Mo Qiong's driving test, the test was basically over after playing with vehicles, there was no need to take the advanced test.
Now that he had the revolver, Mike took a deep breath and regained his confidence.
He skillfully checked the gun, loaded it, and aimed. His posture was perfect, all in one go.
"You may begin" the staff member said.
Bam bam …
Mike accurately shot the nearby target, hitting 9 out of 10 targets.
To this, the staff member just said calmly, "Continue."
When it came to twenty meters, Mike's accuracy dropped significantly. His highest was still the tenth ring, but his worst was the sixth ring.
At thirty meters, half of them missed the target.
Forty meters, all missed the target.
Then, he tried moving targets, obstacle shooting, multi-target shooting, and so on.
Although the hit rate seemed very low, don't forget that he was only using a revolver. Mike's performance was already quite outstanding.
The staff member said calmly, "Done."
Mike smiled. "What do you think?"
"Uh-huh …" The staff member was noncommittal.
Mike said unhappily, "This kind of performance is already top-notch, okay? Any further and it would be a sniper. What else did he want? The accuracy of this gun is not good to begin with. "
He looked at the people beside him. They were not even as good as him. There were many people who missed the target for ten meters.
"Change the guns." The staff member pressed a button on the shooting platform. Immediately, all kinds of light machine guns were displayed.
There was no need for him to test all the guns. He could just pick a gun of the same type that he was best at.
Mike picked what he was good at and continued similar tests. Later, he changed to an automatic rifle, a heavy machine gun, a sniper rifle, and even a grenade launcher …
Finally, he was asked to enter the vehicle shooting simulation cabin. After only two minutes, he was called out.
"Okay, you can go now," the staff member said as he recorded the results on Mike's belt.
When Mike checked the results, his already dark face turned even darker.
"Twenty points? Are you kidding me? I got thirty points in the physical fitness test! " Mike said anxiously. As a professional bodyguard, he had practiced shooting for many years and regarded it as his specialty. In the end, he didn't even score as well as the physical fitness test.
The staff member said calmly, "What does physical fitness have to do with shooting?"
"But it can't be only twenty points, right? My shooting skills are one of the best in the company, "Mike said.
"This is Limit Island. Your shooting is too flawed, very, very flawed …" the staff member said calmly.
Mike said unwillingly, "Flawed?"
"Uh-huh …" At this moment, the staff member looked to the other side and saw that on a nearby training platform, a seemingly senior student was shooting at a target a hundred meters away with a machine gun.
One hundred meters!
Mike couldn't even see the target clearly, but that person was shooting continuously with the machine gun. Eight and nine rings were constantly yelling, and occasionally, the tenth ring was indicated.
Many newcomers were dumbfounded. What kind of recoil is this? No recoil? Is he cheating?
The staff member in charge of recording looked calm, as if this was just a basic operation.
"119, next is the three colors …" the staff member said.
The first group's number 19 took the initiative to say, "Go straight to the seven colors! I want to try the seven colors! "
"Okay."
Ten meters away, a seven-colored disc as tall as a person immediately rose up. It was like a lottery wheel, and it was divided into seven color areas.
Then the disc rotated faster and faster, and finally blended into one color. Others basically saw it as white.
"F * ck … No way?" The newcomers in line felt their scalp tingle.
They saw number 19 squinting his eyes, and his eyeballs followed the rotation, concentrating.
The staff member whispered, "Red."
"Bang!" Number 19 immediately fired a shot.
After a few seconds, another shot was fired, and then another.
It took a full four minutes to finish all the bullets in the machine gun before the turntable was stopped.
On the turntable, the red area was full of bullet holes. Only three bullet holes were in the other color areas, but they were also in the color areas on the left and right sides of the red area.
Is this marksmanship? Is he cheating?
Mike was about to kneel down. The first group actually came to Limit Island at the beginning of this year, more than half a year earlier than them.
The odd group was full of senior outsiders, or people who came for special training for the first time.
But even so, what the hell is this marksmanship? What is the Olympics competing for?
Number 19 sighed and said, "Sure enough, it failed."
The staff member said, "There are still big flaws."
"Will it kill you to praise me?" Number 19 seemed to be very familiar with the staff member.
The staff member smiled and said, "Oh, you are great."
"…" Number 19 put down the gun speechlessly.
"Well, you are already first in the group. You have made great progress," the staff member said with a smile.
"Really? My group is first? "Number 19 was surprised.
The staff member said, "The ranking is meaningless."
"I know." Number 19 smiled. Even so, he was still quite proud.
"Do you want to test other items?" the staff member asked.
"Let's test vehicle shooting again." Number 19 skipped other items and went straight into the simulation pod.
He was different from the people in the sixth group. He had already finished the test. This time, he just took the initiative to test himself. He didn't need to test all the items like the newcomers.
Mike stared blankly but was urged by the staff member next to him. "Don't just stand there. Work hard and you can do it in the future. Next."
"…" Mike didn't dare to say a word and obediently gave up his position.
The next one was Mo Qiong.
The venue was very large and there could be many people testing at the same time. It was Mo Qiong's turn immediately.
Mike looked at Mo Qiong and said with a bitter face, "It's you, Mo Qiong. Difficult! Really difficult! Don't mind the low score later. We are just rookies … I used to think that the training in the periphery was good enough. I didn't expect that here … I know nothing about marksmanship. "
"Flaws, too f * cking flawed …"
"Don't be discouraged. If others can do it, you can definitely do it too." Mo Qiong sighed.
In fact, he was also shocked. He finally knew why Li Qing and the others were only slightly surprised when he showed his marksmanship in the Germ Island Research Institute. And they were only surprised that he had such marksmanship, not the marksmanship itself.
However, Mo Qiong soon calmed down. Because Number 19 also didn't shoot while moving.
He was shooting back and forth, and it was still in the category of static shooting. He didn't move at all.
Once he moved, his hands would be unstable, and the gun would be even more unstable. It was already amazing that he could even perform half of the accuracy just now.
If it was not unexpected, all kinds of difficult targets, plus the shooter's own high-speed movement, was a more advanced test.
Number 19 was still in the early stage. It might be too much to say that, so he would just call it the intermediate stage.
From this, it could be inferred that the standard of an official member in marksmanship should be to be able to dodge in a disorderly manner when surrounded by multiple sharpshooters, constantly looking for cover, and not knowing where to roll next. And under this premise, they could still counterattack and kill targets that were also running.
And this kind of test was endless, because the number of enemies could continue to increase. They could handle a ten-person test, but what about a twenty-person test? They could handle a twenty-person test, but what about a forty-person test?
How much would be considered as passing?
Even Mo Qiong couldn't figure it out from Li Qing's performance. After all, Li Qing only died when surrounded by hundreds of fearless wax figures.
"As expected of the Blue and White Club, so many people with cheat levels. Looking at the follow-up training on the Extreme Island, even if it's just shooting, there must be something worth learning. "
"But this degree is so hard to grasp. How much would be considered passing?"
"Hmm … I definitely can't pass."
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