Soldiers' Assault: Veteran Special Agents and New Recruits

Chapter 274 Gun God! Gun God! (Seeking monthly votes)

The ostriches and medics watching from the sidelines were terrified just imagining it; their hearts were pounding.

Zhuang Yan and Geng Jihui, who were involved in the incident, had already realized what was happening when Jackie Chan asked Geng Jihui to hold the balloon above his head.

I understand what trust shooting is.

That was real gunfights, with targets only the size of a fist.

It's like trying to pop a balloon; the bullet would fly about three centimeters above your head, which is practically touching your scalp.

Life and death.

It's just a mere three centimeters.

The thought that he might accidentally kill Geng Jihui made Zhuang Yan, who was assigned to fire the shot, break out in a sweat.

He felt an immense pressure, like Mount Tai, pressing down on the top of his head, making it hard for him to breathe.

Geng Jihui, who was assigned to hold up the balloons, had his life in Zhuang Yan's hands, and he was under even more pressure than Zhuang Yan.

If Zhuang Yan's pressure is Mount Tai, then Geng Jihui's is definitely the Himalayas.

Yes, that's right.

Geng Jihui has the most stable mindset and performed the best in the death shooting training. If he could get a perfect score, he would be the only one to get one.

One can possess a spirit of selfless dedication, but only if one's death is meaningful.

He wasn't accidentally killed by his teammates.

This humiliating way of dying at his grandmother's house was something Geng Jihui absolutely could not accept.

"No, instructor, I don't agree to the training."

Geng Jihui is a man of action and decisiveness. Feeling that the training was unscientific, he resolutely put down the balloon and decided not to participate in the training.

"Is this the martyr's son? He has the appearance and background of a tiger, but only the heart of a rat?"

Jackie Chan asked three disdainful questions, then said coldly with a stern face, "You don't have to participate in training, but you can go back and pack your things and get out."

Jackie Chan's three consecutive questions were like bombs, each one leaving Geng Jihui furious.

The final blow—expulsion from the Wolf Fang Brigade for not participating—was an absolute bombshell for Geng Jihui, a series of shocks that left him stunned.

He stood there, stunned!

His persistence stemmed from his desire to follow in his father's footsteps.

He has only just found his father's first footprints; how could he possibly give up now?

Grey Wolf knew Geng Jihui's father and had even fought alongside him. He didn't want the situation to escalate too much, so he was planning to come over and mediate.

It turns out Jackie Chan had planned this all along.

Before the gray wolf could even take a step, Jackie Chan had already begun his next move.

Seeing that he had already subdued Geng Jihui, Jackie Chan casually gave him a way out, saying, "I'll give you two choices: either pick up the balloon again, or give up, give up training, and give up your Wolf Fang identity."

Disobeying orders could very likely result in dismissal, and disobeying orders is the most taboo thing for a soldier.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense.

"Quickly lift it up, lift the balloon up!"

Ostrich, Qiang Xiaowei, and the others watched from the sidelines. The emperor wasn't worried, but the eunuchs were. The hunting dogs gritted their teeth, wishing they could help Geng Jihui.

As bystanders, we know best that the situation hasn't happened to us yet.

Leaving in a huff would be truly foolish.

Geng Jihui dared not gamble that Jackie Chan's threat was fake; he could not afford to be fired here.

So even though he was furious, he swallowed his anger and chose to hold the balloon up.

"Trusting teammates is the soul of the team, and that's the original intention of Trust Shooting."

If you don't even trust Zhuang Yan's marksmanship and think he can't withstand the pressure and will hit you, then if you were on the battlefield and surrounded by the enemy, would you still feel comfortable entrusting your back to Zhuang Yan?

Ask yourself honestly, do you have that kind of trust?

I can tell you very clearly that your behavior just now reflects your true feelings. The moment you put down the balloon, you revealed the answer.

"You guys always act like brothers during training, right? Now you're scared? Then you're just superficially brothers, aren't you?"

Jackie Chan's comment about "fake brothers" was really hurtful, hitting Geng Jihui right where it hurt, making him feel uncomfortable and unable to hold it in.

With his neck stiff, face red, and veins bulging, he roared, "I didn't! We've always been comrades-in-arms, and I'm willing to live and die with them without complaint!"

"Words are useless; prove it with your actions."

Jackie Chan gave Geng Jihui one last look, then walked up to Zhuang Yan and said, "Ready?"

"No!" Zhuang Yan said.

"Speak louder, I can't hear you," Jackie Chan shouted coldly.

"I didn't!" Zhuang Yan shouted loudly.

Jackie Chan was really furious that Jackie Chan was so confident while resisting training.

He didn't care whether Zhuang Yan was the chosen one of the plane or not, no matter how talented you were, no matter how unruly and arrogant you were.

Today, he's Jackie Chan, so he needs to get his ailments treated properly.

And it must be treated completely in one go!

This way, no matter when Zhuang Yan sees Jackie Chan, he will obediently turn into an insect, lie down obediently, and follow orders.

"Very well, give me the gun."

Jackie Chan's sudden words stunned Zhuang Yan, and he did not hand over his gun.

"I said, give me the gun!" Jackie Chan shouted sternly.

Wearing combat boots and standing nearly two meters tall, Jackie Chan roared down from a height with his face close to the ground, his imposing presence truly reminiscent of Lu Bu reincarnated.

Even Zhuang Yan, who prides himself on being unafraid of authority, was so frightened that he shuddered twice.

Almost instinctively, he reached out and handed over the gun.

Jackie Chan took the gun from the man's hand, put the balloon in his hand, and said, "Very well, since you don't want to shoot, then you can take care of the balloon, and I'll shoot you myself."

After saying that, Jackie Chan took five steps back, pointed the gun at Zhuang Yan, and said, "I'll give you three seconds to raise the balloon above your head, or I'll shoot wherever the balloon is. If you kill it, it will be treated as a training accident."

"Three, two..."

"No, no, no, I'll raise it, I'll raise it."

Jackie Chan had only counted to two when Zhuang Yan quickly begged for mercy and held the balloon above his head.

Zhuang Yan dared not gamble with a madman!

"Snap!"

Jackie Chan raised his hand and fired a shot.

The shooting happened so fast that Zhuang Yan and the onlookers didn't even have time to react before the balloon he was holding was popped by the bullet.

"ah???"

"this……"

Everyone was stunned and dumbfounded.

Jackie Chan fired so quickly, aiming for less than a second. Was he really not afraid of killing someone? Or was he absolutely confident in his marksmanship?

The onlookers couldn't understand it at all!

However, this was just the beginning; what followed was truly outrageous for Jackie Chan.

"Eight seconds to inflate a balloon, you can't blow it up. I'll open an eye on you, and you can believe me, I won't shoot you dead, but I can keep you bedridden for a month."

To completely intimidate Zhuang Yan, even if it meant making him afraid, Jackie Chan grabbed a handful of balloons, shoved them into his hand, turned around, walked about five meters away, waved to the armorer, and shouted, "Get me a bag of bullets."

When the armorer brought the bullets over, Jackie Chan loaded twenty rounds into the magazine in one go.

Jackie Chan was focused on loading the magazine, but Zhuang Yan sensed something was wrong. Jackie Chan didn't seem to be joking, and he was genuinely frightened.

He has a temper, but he doesn't want to die.

Zhuang Yan did have a very bad temper, but Jackie Chan was even more irritable when he got angry. In addition, Zhuang Yan couldn't beat Jackie Chan in a fight, which left Zhuang Yan completely helpless.

In order to avoid actually getting a hole punched in by Jackie Chan, Zhuang Yan could only frantically blow on it.

By the time he blew up five balloons, Jackie Chan had already finished loading his gun. Ignoring Zhuang Yan's incomplete charge, he cocked the weapon and shouted, "Three-second countdown, ready!"

Wow, is this for real?

When the ostrich saw Jackie Chan's actions, its eyes widened in surprise.

"When have the thugs ever come here?" the medic complained.

"It's over, it's over, Zhuang Yan is probably going to suffer." Qiang Xiaowei shook his head worriedly.

The onlookers were terrified, and Zhuang Yan, the person involved, was so anxious that he didn't bother to separate the two and simply raised his right hand.

Of the five balloons I just blew up, four are tucked between my right fingers, and the other is held between my thumb and forefinger.

"Clap clap clap clap clap!"

Just as Zhuang Yan raised his hand, Jackie Chan raised his hand, paused briefly, and fired five shots in quick succession.

The interval between each shot is less than 0.5 seconds.

The five balloons burst without harming Zhuang Yan in the slightest.

"Good, beautiful."

"That marksmanship is absolutely amazing."

"Holy crap, is this a rapid-fire attack?"

Ostrich and the others had never seen such amazing marksmanship before. The accuracy and speed were beyond their reach, and Jackie Chan's mindset while shooting was simply breathtaking. They couldn't help but cheer and applaud.

However, Zhuang Yan's nightmare was not over yet; these five bullets were just the beginning.

"Eight, seven, six..."

After Jackie Chan finished his punch, he started counting down, his eyes fixed on the remaining balloons in Zhuang Yan's hand.

Zhuang Yan instantly understood what Jackie Chan meant and hurriedly started blowing up the remaining balloons. He didn't even bother to tie the openings while he was blowing them up, as there wasn't enough time left.

You can only lift it up by pinching it with your index finger and thumb.

"Snap!"

A shot rang out!

Almost as soon as Zhuang Yan raised his hand, in less than half a second, Jackie Chan had already fired the gun, and he fired as soon as he raised his hand.

It looked like he wasn't aiming at all, just shooting by feel.

"You don't even need to aim? That's outrageous!"

The entire audience erupted in uproar!

It wasn't just the wolf cubs watching; it was also a group of veterans from Lone Wolf Group A.

They had never seen this kind of marksmanship before.

Or to put it another way, shooting at a target on someone's head, and daring to fire so quickly, was something they had never seen before; it was an eye-opener for them.

The first five shots paused slightly, which can at least be explained by the speed of the drawing.

But this shot...

There wasn't even a brief pause.

Everyone was convinced that Jackie Chan dared to do this either because his marksmanship was superb and he had absolute confidence, or because he was just messing around and wasn't afraid of killing Zhuang Yan at all.

However, Jackie Chan's next few shots led everyone to their final conclusion.

"Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap."

Zhuang Yan frantically blew up six balloons, and Jackie Chan hit all six in a row.

Every shot was the same; they didn't aim.

Seeing this amazing marksmanship, everyone realized that Jackie Chan was truly skilled; his marksmanship was so advanced that it couldn't be judged by ordinary standards.

He was completely impressed by Jackie Chan's marksmanship and was convinced of Jackie Chan's skill as his special training instructor.

The ostrich shouted repeatedly, "Gun God, Gun God, this is the real Gun God! What sharpshooter? He's nothing in front of the instructor!"

Zhuang Yan, being the target, felt it even more deeply.

And there is only one kind of feeling.

I was terrified!

Not only did he blow up balloons until he was dizzy from lack of oxygen, but he was also so frightened by Jackie Chan's repeated shootings that his legs went weak. However, he dared not let his legs go weak in order to save his life.

I had no choice but to force myself to blow up all the balloons, which resulted in my clothes being soaked with cold sweat from the fright.

(End of this chapter)