Bullets were chambered, Yang Tiejun wore his earmuffs, raised his hand to shoot, and in one breath, all seven bullets pwew-pwew-pwew were fired.
Fifty meters away, the target board thudded after each shot, punched with a series of black holes around the bullseye.
As the target moved closer, the observer was excited to immediately call out the scores, "8 ring, 8 ring, 8 ring, 9 ring, 9 ring, 9 ring, 10 ring!"
"My goodness, Brother Yang is really defying the heavens!"
"That kid is definitely going to lose!"
"That's what a sharpshooter looks like!"
A group of police officers exclaimed in surprise, as they hadn't expected Yang Tiejun to achieve such a score, even better than his usual performance.
This would have been a contender for the gold at the Olympics!
At a distance of fifty meters, to shoot like this was nothing short of defying the heavens, especially to score a perfect ten.
He took off his earmuffs and had someone load the handgun and hand it to Long Fei.
