I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

It was Wu Hanfeng's turn to take the stage.

Wu Hanfeng stood in front of the starting line, looked around, and then closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Chen Zhiyuan shouted provocatively, "Go back to sleep if you want!"

Wu Hanfeng opened his eyes and looked at Chen Zhiyuan with a smile.

Chen Zhiyuan felt uneasy under his gaze; why did this kid's eyes suddenly become so murderous?

He coughed.

"3, 2, 1, begin!"

The moment the gunshot rang out, Wu Hanfeng rushed out almost simultaneously.

To accurately identify every suddenly appearing target within 100 meters not only tests reaction speed, but also places extremely high demands on speed and arm stability.

Wu Hanfeng now possesses parkour skills, and when he runs, he moves with incredible speed, leaving others only a blur.

"Holy crap! Did Feng Ge fast-forward?"

"That's fucking fast! I can't even see it, what kind of snake-like movement is that!"

"That's awesome!"

Before everyone could finish marveling at Wu Hanfeng's speed, he had already started shooting at moving targets using his superhuman arm and shooting assistance skills.

The target on the left peeked out, and Wu Hanfeng's shooting assist skill instantly aimed and hit it with one shot.

The feet were still moving rapidly, but the hands were steady as if they had separated from the lower body.

Wu Hanfeng maintained this strange posture, shifting left and right.

One shot after another.

All the soldiers were so shocked that they forgot to speak.

Everyone watched the whole thing in stunned silence.

"Wait a minute, am I seeing things?"

"Wasn't that 'perfect accuracy' thing mentioned earlier just something I imagined in my imagination?"

"Is this even a creature that could exist in the 21st century?"

"I wouldn't even dare play video games like that!"

"That's awesome!"

Chen Zhiyuan had completely forgotten that he and Wu Hanfeng had made a bet.

He craned his neck and exclaimed, "Holy crap!"

How the hell is this kid so freakish?

How can one maintain constant speed throughout a 100-meter shooting range, and even hit the target every time while holding the gun with one hand?

Is this guy even human?!

Those who know it's a competition, but those who don't might think it's a special effects movie.

Damn, even special effects movies would be criticized for being exaggerated if they did this, but little do they know that Wu Hanfeng is even more amazing than the movie.

Do you think it's unfair that you lost to him?

After his initial shock, Wang Tao shook his head in shame: "The younger generation is indeed surpassing the older generation; I am indeed less skilled than others."

"Is this your problem?" Chen Zhiyuan said helplessly, "If Wu Hanfeng had won the title of 'the older generation,' there probably wouldn't be a 'younger generation' for at least ten years. This kid is far ahead of the competition."

The four members of the special operations squad shouted louder and louder than the last.

At first, we just cheered each other on.

Then he got so excited that he started shouting.

"Holy crap! Feng is awesome!"

"How did you flick that shot? A casual flick and it's a hundred shots, a perfect hit!"

"The king of triple-gunners has arrived!"

"With this kind of performance, there's no reason for us to lose!"

"Brother Feng! One-handed shooting, every shot hits its mark! You're my idol!"

"He's also my crush!"

Their shouts drowned out the shock of the other soldiers. Zhao Yihang shouted until his face turned red and his neck bulged, even more excited than when he was competing himself.

Sun Dawei waved and shouted excitedly, and when he saw Wu Hanfeng reach the finish line, he was so excited that he almost cried.

"15 seconds! 30 shots, all hit!"

There was a moment of silence, followed by a thunderous roar of applause.

"Holy crap! How much? How much did he say? 15 seconds?"

"I sprint the 12 meters in 21 seconds, and he hit 30 targets in that time?"

"Is this some kind of superhuman shooting spirit? Even movies wouldn't dare film something like this!"

"Feng is awesome! He's broken the entire division record again."

"This isn't just for the entire division; our entire army group has broken the record."

Zhao Yihang rushed over excitedly and exclaimed, "Brother Feng! You're awesome! 15 seconds!"

"Unprecedented! Brother Feng, are you a god?"

"So cool! You were the epitome of manly manliness just now!" Qian Kun shouted, hugging Sun Dawei.

"Damn it, even if you put me in a fixed position, I couldn't hit 30 targets in 15 seconds."

"In the time it took to catch his breath, Brother Feng fired two shots." Ma Teng was also moved to tears. "I didn't dare blink, afraid that if I did, Brother Feng would speed straight to the finish line!"

Wu Hanfeng took a couple of breaths, drew his gun, slung it over his shoulder, and swaggered up to Chen Zhiyuan.

"Old Chen, the game is over, you've lost."

"Wu Hanfeng, how many of your hidden tricks are you holding back?" Chen Zhiyuan said through gritted teeth.

"That depends on how long you're willing to wash my socks," Wu Hanfeng said, raising an eyebrow. "I can make you wash them until you retire, you believe me?"

"Pah!" Chen Zhiyuan cursed.

"Alright, alright, I'll accept the consequences of my bet."

Wang Tao sighed. How did I get dragged into this?

I'm innocent! Why do I have to wash socks with you now?!

......

noon.

Wang Tao looked at the basin containing socks that resembled dried salted fish.

"Is Wu Hanfeng's internal affairs problem really that serious? Is he planning to keep this thing, let it dry, and then pass it down as a family heirloom?"

Chen Zhiyuan had already expertly applied the soap and started scrubbing.

"Breathe through your mouth when you speak, not through your nose, otherwise you won't be able to eat dinner."

Wang Tao let out a long sigh.

"You two seem to be having a good chat!" Wu Hanfeng appeared at the laundry room door carrying a bunch of things.

"These clothes need to be washed very clean, especially the collars and cuffs; use plenty of soap."

Chen Zhiyuan was furious when he saw him: "Damn it, have you not washed your clothes for a month? You've accumulated so many. Next time, I'll have the disciplinary committee thoroughly inspect your personal belongings."

"You'll see if the disciplinary officers listen to you or me," Wu Hanfeng said confidently, patting Chen Zhiyuan on the shoulder.

Wang Tao silently shook his head, then lowered his head and began rubbing in a low voice.

"Damn it. Why am I so unlucky!"

A group of veterans and new recruits gathered at the entrance of the water room to watch the spectacle.

"Company commander and political instructor, are you two taking a shower?"

"Brother Feng's socks are like poison gas bombs; they sting our eyes when we get close. It's only because the company commander and political instructor can endure such hardship."

"Company Commander, it seems like you and Feng Ge have a deeper bond over his socks than you do over Feng Ge."

Chen Zhiyuan was already furious, and being teased by this group made him lose face.

"Get the hell out of here!"

"If this traffic jam continues, everyone will get out and run five kilometers!"