I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

Wu Hanfeng stood at the starting line.

I stretched my shoulders.

He then gripped the rifle with his right hand alone.

The left hand is naturally placed at the side of the body.

Qian Kun's eyes widened instantly upon seeing this.

"Is Brother Feng really planning to use one hand?"

Ma Teng swallowed hard.

"It seems so."

Sun Dawei said, "Squad Leader Liu was holding his gun with both hands just now."

Qian Kun asked, "Aren't you afraid you won't be able to hold it down with one hand?"

Liu Zhen stood next to Qin Gang, his brows furrowed the entire time.

He no longer wants to see Wu Hanfeng make a fool of himself.

He just hoped the kid wouldn't go too far.

A perfect score in 22 seconds is the result.

If you sprint with one hand and lose control, it's not just a matter of performance.

The entire training ground gradually quieted down.

All eyes were on Wu Hanfeng at the starting line.

Qin Gang held the stopwatch high.

"Archers, get ready!"

Wu Hanfeng leaned forward slightly.

Place your right foot on the ground.

His posture is increasingly resembling that of a 100-meter sprinter preparing to start.

Liu Zhen's eyelids twitched as he watched.

When people start shooting in sports, their first consideration is muzzle stability.

How come this kid even has a starting stance?

"Ready!"

"start!"

Di-

The instant the notification sound plays.

Wu Hanfeng suddenly rushed out!

It's not about gradually accelerating.

It wasn't about observing and tentatively moving forward.

Instead, it's like a spring that's been compressed to its limit suddenly releasing; the speed explodes the moment the first step is taken!

Stomp on the ground!

Charge forward!

Fully extend your stride!

That posture doesn't look like a shooting exercise at all.

This is clearly a 100-meter final!

"Holy crap!"

Qian Kun blurted it out.

Ma Teng's eyes widened in disbelief.

"He really ran away?"

Sun Dawei stared blankly and said, "Otherwise what?"

"I thought he was joking when he said it was hard to swing his arms while running!"

"Now it seems he was quite serious."

Wu Hanfeng had just rushed five meters.

click!

Behind the low cement wall on the left, a metal target shaped like a human head suddenly bounced up.

Almost at the same instant the iron target appeared, Wu Hanfeng raised his right arm.

His pace did not slow down in the slightest.

He even tilted his head slightly to the left.

boom!

Gunshots rang out!

The newly raised iron target with the human head trembled violently and fell backward.

Wu Hanfeng continued forward.

From the appearance of the target to the sound of gunfire, and then to the fall of the iron target.

The whole process was so fast that it gave people the illusion of speed.

It was as if Wu Hanfeng did not fire after spotting the target.

Instead, the target popped up on its own and took the bullet.

The first target has just fallen.

Behind the tire obstacle on the right, the second target has bounced up.

Wu Hanfeng's right arm turned in the same direction.

boom!

The second piece fell down.

Followed by.

Two more pieces popped up on the left side in front of us.

boom!

boom!

The two gunshots rang out almost simultaneously.

The two iron targets fell one after the other.

Four shots.

Fourth Middle School.

Wu Hanfeng maintained his speed.

The left hand swings naturally with the rhythm of running.

He held the rifle in his right hand alone.

However, under his control, the gun did not shake violently as everyone had expected.

Each time the gun barrel turned, it was quick and decisive.

Each shot was fired without any unnecessary pauses.

The expression on Liu Zhen's face had changed from worry to shock.

"How can this kid's hands be so steady?"

Qin Gang stared intently at the stopwatch in his hand.

From the very beginning, Wu Hanfeng had already realized that this result might be somewhat outrageous.

But he didn't expect it to be this outrageous.

It's one thing to run fast.

Crucially, Wu Hanfeng's shooting rhythm was not affected by running at all.

When a normal person moves at high speed, their upper body will inevitably sway with their steps.

But every time Wu Hanfeng raised his gun, his right arm would stabilize like a steel frame.

The slight undulations caused by running were forcefully suppressed under the powerful control of the Qilin Arm.

The sixth target has emerged.

Behind the target, right next to a hostage target.

Qian Kun's heart tightened as soon as he saw the two targets clearly.

"Hostage target!"

Wu Hanfeng did not slow down.

His gaze completed the identification the moment the two targets bounced up.

Target ahead.

Hostages at the rear.

The firing angles overlap.

If you fire directly, the bullet will likely hit the hostage target behind it after passing through the target area.

Just when everyone thought he would stop and adjust his angle, Wu Hanfeng suddenly took a step to the left.

The entire running route shifted instantly.

Just this one step.

The two overlapping targets were thus offset by a small distance in the line of sight.

boom!

The target fell down.

The hostage target stood firmly behind.

Liu Zhen's eyes widened suddenly.

That was a very quick judgment!

It wasn't known in advance.

It's not about taking a chance.

Instead, the target quickly determines the overlap between the two targets the instant it bounces up, then changes its trajectory to complete the shot.

The entire process didn't waste even half a second.

"seven!"

"eight!"

"Nine!"

Some people in the team had already subconsciously started counting the number of hits.

With each count, an iron target falls down.

soon.

The tenth target bounced up from behind the right-hand wooden plank.

boom!

The iron target fell down.

The first magazine was empty.

The moment the gunfire ceased, Wu Hanfeng's left hand finally moved.

From the start until now, this hand has hardly participated in any shooting actions except for swinging the arm.

But at this moment, its movements were astonishingly fast.

The empty magazine fell.

The new magazine was quickly replaced.

The movements were completed in one smooth motion.

Wu Hanfeng's running speed did not decrease significantly.

boom!

The eleventh shot rang out immediately afterward.

The iron target that had just bounced up in front of them fell to the ground with a thud.

Qian Kun's mouth remained open for a long time.

"Is that all?"

Ma Teng was also somewhat stunned.

"It seems so."

"Did he stop?"

"It didn't stop."

"Has the speed decreased?"

"No, not at all."

Sun Dawei stared ahead, muttering, "Did his left hand only appear briefly just now?"

Hao Qiang thought about it carefully for two seconds.

"almost."

"After using it, I went back to swinging my arms."

Several people fell silent at the same time.

They discovered it for the first time.

For Wu Hanfeng, changing magazines is surprisingly coordinated with running so naturally.

Changing the magazine is an important part of the shooting process.

When it came to Wu Hanfeng, it was like casually tying his shoelaces during a 100-meter sprint.