Liang Song handed the display screen to Lao Hei, whose score showed only seven hits, complete with precise imagery of each shot.
Lao Hei froze. He had been so confident in his marksmanship; how could his score be so low? Yet, in the face of such absolute, advanced technology, any excuse seemed futile. Despite his lingering frustration, Lao Hei turned back to the range to resume firing.
Four full hours had passed since they began. Countless gunshots echoed in Liang Song’s ears, but not a single person had managed to reach the benchmark of twenty hits. He Chenguang had the highest score, yet even he had only achieved thirteen. Their hands were aching, and grumbles began to spread through the ranks.
Chapter 99