"0.51 seconds."
The time had improved by 0.13 seconds from the last attempt, which was normal since Li Ang had heard him say "start" and then reacted.
It was a terrifyingly fast speed, worthy of competing in quick-draw shooting competitions, but it shouldn't have been shown by Li Ang. After all, this was only his second time performing the action, and before this, it wasn't even certain if he had ever handled a gun.
Moreover, what surprised him even more was that when Li Ang drew his gun, he used the standard method he was taught, not the modified version; and yet, his draw was still faster than his own.
Had his response time slowed that much?
Chief Bush began to doubt his life choices for a moment.
"Hey, Joe, you try it, yes, that move."
He called over a young officer who was watching from the sidelines. He was quite young, not yet thirty, but already had a few years of police experience. Logically, he should have both enough experience and youthful reflexes.
