American Landowners: Starting with Hunting in Alaska

"Soviet Union".

When Blake's indifferent, emotionless voice rang out in the empty snow valley, Suvi stepped out from the back of the group.

He didn't look at anyone and walked straight to the .30-06 rifle that Dennis and Eric had used.

Aruk looked at him nervously, his lips moved, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Su Wei picked up the rifle.

The gun feels slightly heavy in the hand, with a cold touch.

He walked to the firing position.

He didn't hesitate like Dennis, nor did he swagger around with his gun like Eric.

He simply raised the gun, braced his shoulder against the stock, held the handguard firmly with his left hand, and placed his right index finger on the trigger guard.

Every movement was clean and efficient, without a single unnecessary action.

Just as he used the crosshair and notch to bring the distant deer target into his field of vision, a scene that only he could see appeared.

[Hunting Module LV1] Activated automatically.

A thin, golden parabola extended from the muzzle of the gun, precisely pointing to the center of the red circle on the deer target 100 meters away.

However, the trajectory ended at 80 meters.

[Passive Effect: Ballistic Trajectory. When firing, the ballistic trajectory within 80 meters will be automatically displayed.]

Today's test distance is 100 meters, which exceeds the basic range.

But that's enough.

Su Wei could easily calculate the remaining 20 meters of the ballistic trajectory using this information.

What he needed was not for the system to help him aim, but to calibrate this unfamiliar rifle for him, correcting for the effects of wind speed and humidity.

His body completely relaxed.

His breathing became long and steady.

The sound of the wind in the valley, the tense breathing of my companions—everything was fading into the distance.

All that remained in the world was that perfect golden trail and the trigger he was about to pull.

He pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

The gunshots were crisper than any of the previous ones.

The bullet whistled out, flying towards the finish line along the predetermined trajectory.

On the distant deer target, right in the center of the red circle, a tiny black dot flashed by.

Bullseye.

Su Wei remained motionless in his firing position, seemingly sensing the aftershocks of the weapon.

The valley fell into an ear-piercing silence.

Aruk opened his mouth wide, the word "My God" stuck in his throat, turning into a silent mouth shape.

He saw it.

He was certain he had seen it.

Su Wei fired almost as soon as he raised his hand.

Eric's arrogance vanished, and he stared intently at the target in the distance.

coincidence.

It must be a coincidence.

Blake raised the binoculars on his chest.

This time, he didn't lower his glasses as quickly as before.

The valley wind ruffled the hem of his stiff clothes, and he stood there frozen like a rock.

No one dared to urge them on, and no one even dared to breathe loudly.

After a long while, Blake finally lowered the binoculars.

He didn't speak, but just looked at Su Wei, and for the first time, his indifferent eyes revealed a mixture of surprise and admiration.

He uttered three words.

"Second shot."

Soviet troops made a move.

He didn't put down his gun, nor did he change his posture in the slightest.

With a skillful and light pull and push from the right hand.

The brass cartridge case ejected hot, arcing through the air as it landed on the snow.

A new bullet was smoothly pushed into the chamber.

The entire movement was crisp, clean, fast, and steady.

Aruk was completely dumbfounded.

Is the Su Wei he remembered, who couldn't even hit a BB gun accurately and showed no interest in his prey, really the same person as the calm man in front of him?

In Suwei's vision, the golden trajectory of the bullet remained steadily suspended, pointing towards the bullet hole from before.

His mind was completely blank.

At that moment, he wasn't thinking about the debt, the $160,000, or the herd of deer in the U-shaped valley.

He simply wanted the second bullet to follow the trajectory of the first, challenging the limits of his control over his body and system.

boom!

A second gunshot shattered the silence once more.

Everyone's heart skipped a beat at the sound of the gunshot.

Almost the instant the gun went off, Blake raised his binoculars again.

This time, he only glanced at it.

Then he put the telescope down.

Without saying a word, he strode forward and walked straight toward the target a hundred meters away.

The military boots pounded in the deep snow, each step sending a shiver down the spines of the remaining candidates.

Aruk was so nervous he could hardly breathe. He leaned close to Suvi and whispered:

"How was it, Su? Did you hit it?"

Su Wei lowered the gun, gently rested it on its stand, and then turned around to give his friend a reassuring smile.

"It's approved."

Eric snorted coldly from the side and muttered under his breath:

"Pretending to be something you're not."

But his tightly clenched hands betrayed his extreme inner turmoil.

Blake returned quickly.

He walked up to Suwei empty-handed, carrying nothing in his hands.

This level seven hunter, known as the "Old Devil," is the nightmare of all poachers on Kodiak Island.

At this moment, he scrutinized Su Wei from top to bottom with a critical gaze.

he asks.

"Your name".

"Suwei Yang".

Blake nodded, as if trying to memorize the name.

Then he turned to Aruk and Eric and announced in his usual emotionless voice.

"Shooting assessment, rule one: hit the lethal zone. rule two: the damage circumference of two bullets must not exceed one inch."

He paused for a moment, then turned his gaze back to Suwei.

"Suvi Yang, first shot, bullseye."

Blake paused again, seemingly searching for the right word.

"The second bullet passed through the hole left by the first bullet."

He raised his hand and used his thumb and forefinger to make a barely visible gap.

"Damage range: zero."

The scene was deathly silent.

Aruk's mouth was wide enough to fit an egg.

Zero? What does that mean?

Although he didn't fully understand, he was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

Eric swayed, his face turning deathly pale.

He finally understood what that meant.

That was a task that was almost impossible to accomplish.

That was an incredible archery skill!

Blake ignored the reactions of the other two, his gaze fixed on Suwei, a rare look of admiration in his eyes.

"Hunters are not butchers; we take lives, and we must treat them with respect."

"A single, fatal blow, ensuring the meat remains intact. This is respect for the prey, and also for ourselves."

He looked at Su Wei and said, word by word.

"Your shooting was perfect."

"One hundred points."

After Blake finished speaking, he turned around and took a record board from the tracked vehicle, writing a huge 100 after Suvi Yang's name.

He then solemnly wrote his comments in the comments section.

A perfect shot.

After doing all this, he put the record board back in the car, as if he wasn't the one who had just given such high praise.

He reverted to his cold, ruthless examiner persona.

"Shooting is only the first step to becoming a hunter."

"An excellent hunter not only needs accurate marksmanship, but also eyes that can see through the camouflage of the wilderness."

Blake's gaze swept over the remaining candidates one by one.

"The second assessment, tracking and trace identification, will now begin."