"Round one, begin!"
With a grin, Austin Shepherd turned his head, sweeping his gaze over those who were already prepared. In a moment, he shouted aloud.
At the same time, two bottles were tossed into the distance, tracing attractive arcs through the solitary air.
The whistling wind gripped the heart tightly.
Two people were waiting, focusing intently as their targets gradually faded into the distance. Their grip tightened on the 95-style rifles. They were all waiting for the final moment.
"Bang--"
The bottle was only two or three meters away from the ground. A nervous soldier couldn't help but pull the trigger. A loud noise followed by the sound of the glass bottle shattering in the distance and scattering in all directions could be heard.
Upon seeing this, the soldier couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Subconsciously, he wanted to see Becca Reyes' performance. But by the time he heard the "Bang--", it was too late.
