pjbooks Chapter 177 The Rogue's Gun Heart
Chapter 177 The Rogue's Gun Heart
Chapter 178 The Rogue's Gun Heart
Zhou Xin had practiced shooting for so long and had experienced several life-or-death battles, but he still didn't have a clear idea of his own marksmanship level.
He only knew that his marksmanship was pretty good, but due to a lack of real-world examples, he didn't know what level he was at in front of true experts.
Therefore, he wasn't entirely confident about the outcome of the match just now.
However, after seeing Wyatt's performance, he suddenly realized something.
His marksmanship, at least with a pistol, was definitely no worse than Wyatt's, and might even be better.
When Bell threw the bottle, he naturally simulated shooting it in his mind.
He had a feeling that if he were to shoot, he could make sure every shot hit its mark.
Windsor and others clearly believed that Wyatt's performance was already outstanding.
"A 70% hit rate, you probably can't find anyone else like that in Anchorage, right?" Windsor's face was full of admiration.
"Of course," Walsh chimed in. "That's what a sharpshooter is!"
Bell chuckled: "It's not like you've never seen Wyatt's strength before, so why are you still making such a fuss?"
Sofia looked anxious and worried.
Wyatt's raw strength was indeed formidable; her curse had no effect whatsoever.
Although I had witnessed Zhou Xin's marksmanship firsthand, it was only a fleeting glimpse.
Just now, out of admiration for Zhou Xin and blind confidence in his strength, she believed that Zhou Xin would definitely not lose to Wyatt.
But now that she has witnessed Wyatt's strength, she has begun to worry.
If Mr. Zhou loses in a little while, wouldn't that be me causing him to embarrass himself in public?
Although winning or losing a shooting contest isn't shameful, the fact that she helped Zhou Xin exaggerate his abilities changes the nature of the matter.
If Mr. Zhou loses to Wyatt, it's not a big deal if he himself is ridiculed, but it would be too upsetting if he were to lose face as a result.
For a moment, she felt a pang of regret, regretting that she had been too impulsive and willful, which had put her in a difficult situation.
Unaware of the girl's complex thoughts, the others were already preparing to watch Zhou Xin's performance.
Wyatt sat relaxed and smiling on a log, showing no concern whatsoever about his defeat.
He thought his performance was perfect. As an experienced hunter, Bell was very tricky when throwing the bottle and kept moving his position, making it impossible for anyone to see in advance which direction the bottle would fly out.
Based on his usual performance, he would be lucky to hit 5 shots at most, but today he hit 7, which was an exceptional performance.
He couldn't believe that his achievements could be surpassed by this guy with a pistol in front of him.
He was lying on the ground aiming and firing, which is much more stable than standing and firing a pistol.
Moreover, he aimed through the scope on the gun, which was much more accurate than aiming with his eyes while holding a pistol.
With all these factors combined, he simply couldn't think of how he could lose.
At this moment, Zhou Xin had already given Bell the OK sign, and everyone's attention shifted to the field.
Upon seeing it, Wyatt almost burst out laughing again.
Windsor and Walsh both had comical expressions on their faces.
"Are you really ready?" Bell didn't rush to throw the bottle, but looked at Zhou Xin in front of him with a puzzled expression. "I only need to throw the bottle to start the game."
The reason everyone looked so strange was that Zhou Xin was not holding a pistol and aiming intently ahead as they had expected.
He stood with his hands at his sides, his pistol still tucked into his holster, as if he were there to watch someone else perform.
His performance was not meant to show off, but rather because he had started practicing American Iaijutsu from the very beginning by practicing drawing a gun.
He drew his gun, aimed, and fired—all in one smooth, clean motion.
This has become a habit of his, somewhat similar to a swordsman's draw-and-slash technique.
He had even given himself a ridiculous and cringeworthy name in his mind: Rogue Gun Heart.
"I'm ready, please begin!"
Ignoring the strange looks from the crowd, Zhou Xin spoke calmly.
Bell glanced at him, said nothing more, and with a feint of holding the bottle in his left hand, he tossed a bottle with his right hand, which was behind his back.
boom!
The bottle shattered and fell to the ground with a thud.
The field fell silent, everyone staring blankly at what had just happened.
The instant the bottle flew through the air, Zhou Xin drew his gun and fired, as if he hadn't even aimed.
The moment he drew his gun, he almost left a blur.
For a moment, some even felt a sense of unease, thinking he would shoot at Bale.
Wyatt, and everyone else playing this game, would choose to shoot when the bottle reaches its highest point and begins to fall.
At that point, the trajectory of the bottle was already visible, and since it was moving at the slowest speed, it was the easiest to hit.
But Zhou Xin didn't do that just now. He made his move almost the instant the bottle flew out.
The bottle was shot down before it even reached its highest point.
"That's amazing!"
After a brief silence, Sofia was the first to come to her senses, cheering loudly and even jumping up and down in excitement.
"How did you do that?" Bell looked at him in disbelief.
The moment Zhou Xin drew his gun, he instinctively tried to dodge, because he felt that Zhou Xin seemed to be shooting at him.
Only then did he realize that his daughter was not lying; the young man in front of him was an extremely skilled marksman.
Zhou Xin holstered his pistol and smiled, "Nothing much, just that I'm quite skilled."
Without him, only familiar with Seoul.
Wyatt was in turmoil, completely unable to calm down.
Just now, he didn't even see how Zhou Xin drew his gun or how he fired it, because most of his attention was on Bell.
Windsor and Walsh were similar to him, both in a state of semi-bewilderment.
He must have been lucky. How could he hit the target by shooting randomly without aiming?
Yes, it must have been good luck!
For a moment, this was the only explanation Wyatt could think of.
"Please continue!" Zhou Xin gestured to Bell, his expression unusually calm, as if he had just done something very ordinary and insignificant.
Bell nodded, gripped the bottle, and swung it in circles in front of him before suddenly tossing it in one direction.
boom!
Same action, same result.
It took less than two seconds from when Bell threw the bottle to when it was knocked down.
At this point, Wyatt finally couldn't hold back any longer.
A single successful hit can be attributed to luck, but two successful hits make the possibility of luck extremely slim.
"My God, this is unbelievable! You didn't even need to aim?" Sophia's eyes widened, her face full of admiration and surprise.
Zhou Xin originally wanted to say that his hands were his eyes, but then felt that it would be pretentious, so he just smiled and said, "Of course I need to aim, but I aim with my heart, not my eyes."
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that it seemed even more pretentious.