Bang! Bang! Bang!
These three shots, including the time in the air, took no more than two seconds each, giving the impression of continuous gunfire.
He Zhijun, Lei Keming, and Long Xiaoyun almost dropped their binoculars.
Was this guy shooting, or playing with a gun?
If Xu Tianlong were here, he would definitely exclaim, "This is nonsense!"
It would be a miracle if he could hit the target like this.
After a moment, they looked again through their binoculars with strange expressions.
The next second, their eyes stared at the target like dead fish, and their bodies trembled violently, as if struck by ten thousand critical blows.
Through the binoculars, the bullseye of the target was shattered and blown apart, the bullseye itself gone.
Just... was it really that exaggerated? Where did this demon come from?
Lei Keming's mouth hung open, then slowly closed. He looked like a lost soul, placing down his binoculars woodenly, and looked at Qin Feng with disbelief.
Long Xiaoyun also put down her binoculars and slowly began to applaud, looking at Qin Feng with complex emotions.
He Zhijun, after putting down his binoculars, couldn't help but burst into laughter. He laughed so heartily, as if he had just married a new bride, and was only short of jumping up with excitement.
The people around saw this scene and were all confused. What was going on? Say something, did he hit or not?
Yu Fei ran towards Long Xiaoyun, and Zhao Hu ran to Lei Keming's side. At this moment, they didn't care about their ranks anymore. They directly took the binoculars from their hands and looked.
The next second, they were both stunned!
"This..."
They both stared for a long time, the "word" dragging on, unable to speak the next word.
They could hardly imagine that a person could perform the action from the game "Winner Winner Chicken Dinner" – the legendary jump shot – using a 26-pound Type 10 anti-materiel heavy sniper rifle, and hit the bullseye at twelve hundred meters three times in a row!
Such a difficult sniping move, hitting the target once out of three shots would be a loss for Zhao Hu, let alone hitting it three times consecutively.
A fist-sized hole appeared in the center of the twelve-hundred-meter target. What did that mean? It meant three consecutive shots hit the exact same spot to produce such an effect.
Holy cow...
Zhao Hu and Yu Fei felt instantly as if they had been hit by a million critical blows. Was this sniping? This was a special skill, showing off!
At this moment, Zhao Hu finally understood what Qin Feng had said earlier. If he had shot first, would he have dared to compete? Absolutely not!
Zhao Hu lowered his head, gripping the binoculars tightly, and muttered, "I lost, utterly and completely!"
What was the point of competing anymore? The other guy jumped up and shot, three times in a row, and hit all three.
He himself lay on the ground like a dog, took twenty seconds to aim, and then hit the target. The difficulty levels were incomparable. What was laughable was that he had thought he was holding back and wanted to show off after Qin Feng finished. But now, was there even a need to shoot?
Did he have such skills?
Zhao Hu was about to cry!
No wonder Jin Yin Huan She and the others said they were wiped out before they even saw them. Who could withstand such a skill? Competing with someone like that was just asking for trouble.
Damn it!
Zhao Hu's inner roar was unleashed. Earlier, he had been lying on the ground, aiming, with a blade of grass in his mouth, looking cool. It was so embarrassing. Now, he felt as if someone had slapped him hard across the face. It stung fiercely, and he really wanted to dig a hole and bury himself.
At the same time, Yu Fei, standing beside him, felt a storm brewing within him. He felt extremely fortunate that he hadn't competed with the other party, otherwise, how embarrassing would it have been? Now, he felt a little sympathetic towards Zhao Hu. Zhao Hu performed like a clown from a traveling circus, and was very proud when he hit the twelve-hundred-meter target, thinking it was remarkable.
Now, compared to Qin Feng, he was nothing!
It hurt!
It was not unfair that he was eliminated by such a person.
Now, he admired the captain's foresight. Otherwise, they would have foolishly tried to compete with him and wouldn't even know how to be a clown, just like Zhao Hu, embarrassing themselves.
The other members of the Black Tiger Commando, seeing their captain's expression, could tell the result without him saying anything. That guy must have hit it!
Good heavens, were there really people in this world who could perform jump shots so smoothly? Was he even human?
Instantly, all eyes focused on Qin Feng again.
At this moment, Qin Feng said faintly, "Actually, you didn't need to compete with me. I've hit targets at over two thousand meters with a Type 88 sniper rifle, and I can also do jump shots."
Damn... that statement was more soul-crushing than any other!
Zhao Hu almost spat out a mouthful of blood. For heaven's sake, you should have said that earlier! If you had said it earlier, I wouldn't have made a fool of myself. Was it fun to watch?
But, if Qin Feng had said that to him earlier, would he have believed him? He probably would have thought the other person was bragging.
e＝(´o｀＊）））Alas!
Zhao Hu sighed inwardly, then looked at Qin Feng helplessly. Today, he finally witnessed what it meant when they said there's always someone better.
He used to think he was so amazing, that few people could match him in sniping talent. Thinking about it now made him laugh. With this kind of shooting skill, he wouldn't catch up even if he trained for another ten years.
The other guy jumped up and shot, hitting the target within two seconds. Jin Yin Huan She and the others didn't die unjustly. The opponent jumped up to shoot, without even needing time to aim. How could it be compared?
This time, Zhao Hu had completely lost his temper, his face flushed as he looked at the commander, Lei Keming.
At this moment, Lei Keming's heart was also churning. Such sniping ability was the most incredible he had ever seen in the five military regions. It had surpassed the scope of normal snipers. He doubted that the five military regions could find a second person like him. He now believed that Qin Feng had the ability to eliminate the entire Cobra Commando.
Suddenly, Lei Keming remembered what He Zhijun had said to him earlier. He had even praised Zhao Hu as the "Gun King." What was this "Gun King" compared to Qin Feng?
Instantly, Lei Keming felt his face burning hot, as if He Zhijun had slapped him, making him extremely embarrassed.
Comparing the sniping skills of the two, Zhao Hu was like a baby who had just learned to walk. He had thought Zhao Hu could win... He had miscalculated. In an instant, Lei Keming felt like he had fallen into a trap dug by the old chief.
As for Long Xiaoyun's thoughts, her heart was roaring, her blood boiling, and she stared intently at Qin Feng.
At a distance of twelve hundred meters, the human eye, without the aid of a sniper scope, could not even see a fist-sized object. How could he snipe? Moreover, the Type 10 anti-materiel sniper rifle Qin Feng used had powerful recoil. How did he maintain balance in mid-air? He could only rely on the strength of his arms to stabilize the gun. How much strength would it take to control it? Then there was the aiming time, less than a second of aiming time. What kind of eyesight was this? What kind of calculation ability was this?
Inhuman!
The more Long Xiaoyun thought about it, the more terrifying it became.
She had studied human kinematics with Dr. Chen and knew much about the mysteries of the human body.
She felt that Qin Feng was the most suitable physique she had been searching for all these years!
She had to get Qin Feng!