"Thirty shots, you really think highly of me."
Qin Guang looked towards Qi Shanhe, "Commander, does his word count?"
"Of course, it counts. If you hit thirty targets in a row, you win the bet."
Qi Shanhe said with a smile.
Although he was astonished by Qin Guang's shooting talent, he didn't believe Qin Guang could hit thirty targets in a row.
This training field was nothing like the fixed targets outside.
Under such insane difficulty, the average elite soldier could hardly hit ten shots in a row, and even the best record among the other members of the White Wolf Special Combat Team was only twenty-three consecutive hits.
"Alright, then it's settled."
Qin Guang approached the gun rack and picked a 9 millimeter 92 semi-automatic pistol just like the one he had used outside.
Of course, it wasn't a real gun.
It was just an electronic signal emitter, but in terms of appearance, weight, and feel, it was exactly like a real 92 semi-automatic.
"Are you ready?"
