Chapter 46

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Yang Feng took a deep breath, then gripped the gun in his hand, keeping his eyes level on the target in front of him, trying to maintain a calm mind.

A few days ago, he felt like he was the focal point of the school, the core of the school. But now, after just one weekend, all the attention had been taken by Li Xiangdong. If he said he didn't have any resentment, that would be impossible.

Moreover, this guy's rise to fame was all at his expense. Li Xiangdong's rise to fame made him look foolish in front of several girls he liked, so it was impossible for him to have no resentment.

On the day of the hostage incident, he was knocked to the ground by the strange man in black and started pretending to be unconscious. However, he saw Li Xiangdong's fight with the man.

Although it seemed unbelievable, he still had doubts. So, two days before the exam, he specially found Jin Gang and asked him to test Li Xiangdong's skills when assigning the examiners.

Jin Gang, who had long harbored the idea of flattering him because of his family background, naturally agreed without hesitation.

As a result, today's encounter with Li Xiangdong unexpectedly made Li Xiangdong even more famous. Originally, everyone had many doubts about Li Xiangdong's achievements, given his previous performance in the school. But after this hard collision with Jin Gang, no one doubted him anymore.

In a sense, it was Yang Feng who helped clear the doubts about Li Xiangdong. After realizing this, Yang Feng felt deeply regretful.

The idea of competing with Li Xiangdong in the final exam was thus shattered. However, it was still good that, while he wasn't a match for Li Xiangdong in hand-to-hand combat, he was quite confident in his shooting skills. His uncle was the head of a certain bureau in the city, so Yang Feng had been able to handle guns since he was young. Because of his family's special background, he often frequented the shooting range of a military academy outside the city.

His shooting skills were absolutely honed by bullets, far surpassing those of his classmates. So Yang Feng was very confident in his shooting skills.

Soon, the examiner on the right raised the small red flag in his hand, and in less than half a second, the flag was fiercely waved down.

Yang Feng held his breath, aimed at the chest target 25 meters away, took a deep breath without exhaling, and fired a shot to test the feel, then exhaled, feeling good.

He took another deep breath and pulled the trigger...

Next to him, Li Xiangdong looked at the chest target. The moment the shooting command was given, he held his breath and focused on the target, suddenly entering a very subtle state.

The chest target 25 meters away seemed to be right in front of him, and it appeared to be more than twice its size. He raised his hand and fired a shot, and a large hole appeared in the ten-ring mark of the chest target.

Hmm, not bad. Li Xiangdong gradually found his feel. The old 54 pistol was known for its low accuracy and difficulty in control, but in Li Xiangdong's hands, the gun was like a tame kitten, causing no trouble at all.

The famous recoil of this gun was nothing to Li Xiangdong. Others would have their wrists shaken or even their shoulders jolted by a single shot, but after he fired a shot, his wrist remained completely still.

The instructor on the right, who had been closely watching their shooting posture, couldn't help but exclaim, "This kid, what a show-off he used to be!"

After the first three shots, Li Xiangdong found his rhythm and no longer paused after each shot to adjust and aim again.

Instead, he continuously pulled the trigger. The notoriously difficult 54 pistol, in his hands, was as tame as a kitten, and the semi-automatic pistol was almost used like a fully automatic one.

Others had only fired half of their eight bullets in a magazine, but he had already emptied one magazine.

The 25-meter chest target in front of him fell to the ground with a thud, and the 50-meter half-body target behind it automatically rose. Li Xiangdong pressed the release lever, the magazine fell, and before it hit the table, he had already inserted the magazine from his hand into the gun.

He pulled the slide, chambered a round, aimed, and fired...

The shooting range was originally filled with a rhythmic "bang... bang... bang... bang..." sound, with each shot spaced three to five seconds apart.

But after Li Xiangdong started shooting, the entire range was filled with a continuous "bang bang bang..." sound, with no pauses, a continuous and crisp gunfire.

Everyone on the scene was shocked by the gunfire and turned their eyes to the continuous shooting figure.

Everyone knew that the guns used in the police academy were old 54s, which had been phased out from the front line. The human-machine level of these guns was well-known, and without long-term training, they were almost impossible to use well.

The recoil was huge, the accuracy was low, and continuous shooting was a big problem. To achieve such a level of continuous shooting with this gun, you would have to be willing to lose your wrist.

Because anyone who had used a 54 knew that unless you had incredible wrist strength, you would only break your wrist by shooting like this.

But looking at the shooting figure, he held the gun with one hand and didn't pause after each shot. Many people even felt that he didn't even look at the target.

Soon, he had emptied two magazines, and the scorekeeper quickly reported his shooting score. The electronic screen displayed a score that shocked everyone.

Two magazines, 16 bullets, 160 points, using the old 54.

Wasn't this a marksman?

Deputy Director Qi Fei of the Beijing Municipal Bureau squinted his eyes, while Director Liu Hai of the Puhai Municipal Bureau took off his glasses and began to wipe them continuously.

Director Jing Nan of the Huanghai Municipal Bureau had a thoughtful expression, and the other leaders from various local public security systems were also calculating in their minds what kind of conditions they should offer to recruit that kid.

The scene was about to enter the 10-meter moving target phase, which was the key for those who knew the ropes. According to statistics, the shooting distance for hitting or injuring an opponent in real combat with a pistol was generally between 7 and 8 meters. So, the 10-meter moving target was the key to the assessment for many people.

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