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Chapter 437 The Secret Past ([-])

If the wall was just a shallow crater, Gloda would never have noticed

After all, the concrete wall itself was designed to stop those stray bullets.

But the outer width of the crater he saw was about a fist wide. When he looked closer, the depth was more than [-] centimeters, but it became narrower as he went in, showing a funnel-shaped deep hole.

You must know that this is rigid cement, and it would be nice to be able to make a crater with a depth of five centimeters.

The power of the FN rifle cannot be so powerful. He tried it himself, and even at a distance of 50 meters, he couldn't penetrate the depth of ten centimeters.

So he wondered why there was this crater.

Someone secretly tried a sniper rifle here?
That's absolutely impossible!

The shooting range for sniper rifles is not here, and it is impossible for the managers to bring sniper rifles into this shooting range for testing.

Besides, the crater made by the sniper rifle can't be so wide.

Could it be a powerful pistol like Colt?
But this wall is 85 meters away from the firing point. Even a powerful revolver like Colt can't make such a deep hole in the wall from such a long distance.

Just when Gloda was puzzled, a yellow light suddenly flashed faintly in his eyes.

That's the color of the bullet.

He immediately took out his mobile phone and turned on the flashlight to take a picture into the deep crater, only to find that there were a few pieces of copper-yellow metal stuck inside.

"That's... a bullet embedded in the wall?"

Gloda was startled, the crater was actually made by bullets.

He subconsciously touched the edge of the crater and found that it was still a little hot.

Immediately, his eyes widened sharply, and he turned his head to look at Wu Shaohan who was playing with the rifle in his hand. The expression on his face was constantly changing as if he had eaten a fly.

In an instant, he understood everything.

The bullet crater in front of him must have been shot by Wu Shaohan, and it is impossible for FN to hit such a deep bullet crater with one shot.

But it's just that one shot can't make it, what if three shots?Five shots or even ten shots, all hit one position!

Every time the bullet hits the same crater, wouldn't that be able to create such a deep hole?

But, why did Wu Shaohan do this?
Gloda couldn't figure it out, with such superb marksmanship, if Wu Shaohan were to hit the target, he should be able to easily hit ten shots and ten rings, right?

But it happened that none of the shots hit the target.

"Gloda, haven't you calculated our score yet?"

Seeing Gloda standing still, Greif urged.

With excitement on his face, he actually defeated the former Chinese sharpshooter!
Although winning is somewhat inexplicable...

When Gloda heard Greif's voice, he no longer wondered why Wu Shaohan did that, and trotted all the way back to the firing point.

"Greve, 72 points." Panting slightly, Gloda first told Greve's shooting results, and then looked at Wu Shaohan with a complicated expression: "You have 0 points."

There was no suspense, but Wu Shaohan grinned when he heard this.

"Congratulations, you beat me."

He looked at Greve, who had a smile on his face but not much, and then reached out to shake Greve's hand.

Greif was taken aback for a moment, but still shook hands with Wu Shaohan.

"No... I feel that such a victory is meaningless, as if you are deliberately giving in..."

Greif, who had won against Wu Shaohan, regained his rationality after a short period of joy.

This victory came so easily that even he knew that Wu Shaohan hadn't put his heart into it.

How could the sharpshooter of the past miss the target with a single shot?
This is just an 80-meter target!

And in the national sharpshooter competition, they are all 150-meter targets!
"Is it important? It's not important, it's fine if you win, isn't it?" Wu Shaohan smiled faintly. Although he was speaking to Greif, the people around always felt that Wu Shaohan seemed to be talking about himself. .

"No, that's not what I want."

Greif was completely awake, Wu Shaohan really didn't use his real strength to compete with him!

"Wu Hui, I hope you can respect me, I really challenge you to be strong."

He continued, more seriously this time.

Wu Shaohan listened to him patiently, then nodded: "This is not what I want either."

Putting the rifle in his hand on the table, he raised his hand and patted Greif on the shoulder: "I hope you can understand that I am not Wu Hui, my name is Wu Shaohan, and I am not a champion sharpshooter."

"I'm playing with my friends now, please don't disturb our Yaxing,"

Wu Shaohan spoke in a very sincere tone.

There was a hint of anger on Greif's face, he was very angry why Wu Hui in front of him always denied his previous honor, for an amateur shooter, that was already the highest honor in the circle.

"They all say that you are the most arrogant gun king in the game, but I think I was wrong, you forgot your gold cup glory."

Greif shook his head with a smile. Although he was mocking Wu Shaohan, his tone was more like a broken ideal that he had been pursuing all along.

"You are talking about Wu Hui, but I am Wu Shaohan."

Wu Shaohan didn't show any expression to his words, but just refuted the person he said.

"I understand. So that incident is true. You were really scared out of your wits by the rebels from the Kingdom of the Pagoda."

Greif pondered for a moment, then suddenly said something inexplicable.

But it was this sentence that made Wu Shaohan's expression change immediately, and he couldn't help clenching his fists. Everyone could see that he suddenly became very nervous.

"Enough, don't mention that to me."

Wu Shaohan finally couldn't hold back the complex emotions that roiled violently in his heart. Greif's words seemed to have stabbed him in the wound, he punched the shelf, and the bullets scattered all over the floor.

Everyone present except Greif was taken aback.

"Xiaoyu, what happened to Wu Shaohan?"

"What's the situation? Is this a fight?"

Lin Xinyue and Dai Zhengguo, who could not understand Bengali, subconsciously asked Gu Yu.

Although Gu Yu could hear clearly all the time, how could he say it out, he just shook his head: "I don't know, it looks like there was a quarrel, the other party must have said something ugly."

"Swearing?"

Old Dai refused to accept it, and with a gun, he was ready to walk over to support Wu Shaohan.

Gu Yu pulled him back: "Probably not, how could there be such a quarrel?"

He wiped off his sweat, Lao Dai is already old, why is he so impulsive...

"Don't worry, look at their situation."

Seeing that everyone was going to support Wu Shaohan, Gu Yu hurriedly added.

But Wu Shaohan also experienced some changes.

After hitting the shelf with his fist, Wu Shaohan took a few deep breaths, and then he seemed to calm down. He said to Greif with an ugly expression: "You go, remember, I am Wu Shaohan, not the Wu Hui you said .”

Greif said nothing, just stared at him.

The two looked at each other for a minute, and Greif also understood that nothing he said would bring Wu Hui back to life.

He shook his head and smiled, then raised the AKM in his hand, and suddenly fired at the 80-meter target in the distance.

"Da da da da—" the gunshot continued for a few seconds.

Greif emptied all the bullets, then put the AKM on the rack and left the shooting range without saying a word.

(End of this chapter)