Chapter 233: The Shock of Five Consecutive Bullseyes (Pleading for Views Edition)

On the large screen, the number one position was instantly replaced by Qin Yun's name.

"First place, China Changkong Club, Qin Yun, 0 meters from the center point."

Following closely was the name of the captain of the British Royal Club, Hugo Dupont.

"Second place, British Royal Club, Hugo Dupont, 1. meters from the center point."

At two thousand meters, that gap would have been fatal—but with the distance merely doubled, Hugo still landed in second.

At this moment, he stared at the despair-inducing number on the screen, his eyes heavy with gravity.

Even in training, during parachute jumps from four thousand meters, he rarely landed on the bullseye—once in ten attempts was considered good, and that probability was effectively zero.

"Luck or skill?"

Hugo preferred to believe it was skill, not luck.

After Qin Yun's fifth group completed their first jump, everyone received their scores and could see their ranking on the large screen.

Although five jumps were required, all were professionals—they could already tell whether they'd advance to the finals.

Only the top twenty still had a realistic chance; those outside the top twenty had as slim a hope of advancing as landing on the bullseye in all four remaining jumps.

But was that even possible?

For the second time, Qin Yun landed precisely on the bullseye—the crowd erupted again.

The third time—still the bullseye—some began to grow numb.

The fourth time—again the bullseye—even the host grew accustomed, smiling as he remarked, "At this height, it's probably like jumping from one meter for Qin Yun."

The fifth time, Raul and Charut were utterly shattered.

By the third and fourth jumps, they'd stopped caring about their scores—both missed the target entirely, yet still couldn't catch sight of Qin Yun. Completing Talar's task was more absurd than stepping directly onto the bullseye.

"He's not human!"

Raul, watching Qin Yun standing on the bullseye for the fourth time, said to Charut.

Charut nodded in agreement, already developing a desire to keep his distance—this man was terrifying. This was four thousand meters, not meters—how could any human land on the exact same spot so effortlessly, every single time?

"Hahaha, I feel like Qin Ye is just playing PUBG."

"Insane—I'm not even this accurate in Peacekeeper Elite."

"Too badass. No wonder Qin Ye dared to claim he'd challenge the ten-thousand-meter Dingdiantiaoru Black Throat Pit—he clearly had absolute confidence in securing a top-three finish."

"Incredible. Nothing to say."

After four jumps, Qin Yun wasn't the only one to hit the bullseye—each of the top five had scored one bullseye. But compared to Qin Yun's four consecutive bullseyes, theirs looked insignificant.

Zeng Luo, Nie Jun, Jiang Shuangxing, Shu Han, Fang Yichen—they all stared at him as if he were a god.

Previously, they'd thought everyone was skydiving—how much better could one really be than another?

Now, they realized the gap between people could be this vast.

After four jumps, the top ten had essentially secured their advancement—unless someone completely collapsed, no one behind them could overtake them.

As the helicopter rose again, the host glanced at the guests: "Ladies and gentlemen, want to place a bet on whether Qin will land on the bullseye?"

The guests ignored him completely, leaving him speechless.

"Come on, we're live—give me some respect."

One guest glanced at him dismissively: "Sure, bet away—but you bet he won't land on the bullseye, and we bet he will. Everyone puts in ten thousand dollars. If you win, you take it all. If we win, we split your ten thousand."

The host declared solemnly: "Gambling is unhealthy. Let's refocus on the helicopter."

"Pfft!" Several middle fingers were raised without hesitation.

Inside the helicopter, Raul and Charut exchanged a glance, both recalling Talar's words before boarding.

"You two have no chance of advancing. This is your final opportunity. This pocket pistol contains one thin nail—only one shot. You get one chance."

In the end, the gun ended up in Charut's hands.

What was called a "gun" was actually a metal finger ring, designed to be worn like jewelry—no one could tell it was a weapon.

Charut nodded to Raul, then waited silently.

Yet neither knew that, above them, the entire Pharaoh Club had already boarded a helicopter bound for Belgium.

They'd been abandoned!

Qin Yun's gaze swept over Charut. After four consecutive jumps, he'd sensed something off about the two. With their elite skill, aside from the first jump, all three subsequent jumps had missed—absurdly so.

On the fourth jump, he paid close attention—he noticed that both Charut and Raul opened their chutes at nearly the same time as him, yet their target didn't seem to be the bullseye—it seemed to be him.

"Whoosh—!"

The cabin door opened again; Korte jumped first, followed shortly by Adru.

Raul turned back to glance at Qin Yun, then jumped immediately. Qin Yun nodded to the host, Daphne, and leapt backward with an effortlessly graceful posture into the sky.

He jumped face-up, his eyes locked on Charut at the cabin entrance.

He wanted to see what these Pharaoh Club bastards were up to. His advancement was already guaranteed—even if he skipped this jump, securing a top-ten finish was effortless.

As soon as Qin Yun jumped, Charut didn't wait two seconds—he leapt out and immediately adjusted his body, diving straight toward Qin Yun.

Both were in freefall, the terrifying wind pressure chilling. Soon, they reached terminal velocity—nearly two hundred kilometers per hour—the sheer speed felt even through the screen.

Altitude rapidly decreased under the acceleration.

2000… 1000… 800… 700…

As the ground drew near, Charut's heart tightened.

After opening his chute, Qin Yun had ignored Charut entirely, focusing on the bullseye below—until a strange sensation erupted violently from above.

His face changed instantly; instinctively, he pulled both arms under his armpits—the main chute's attachment points instantly unlocked, the entire back-mounted main chute detaching and soaring upward.

The next instant, he grabbed the chest-mounted ripcord and yanked hard—a smaller, secondary parachute snapped open.

"What the hell?"

"What happened? Why did Qin Ye throw away his main chute?"

"Holy shit, that was intense."

"Extreme maneuver. Extreme maneuver."

"Holy shit, what was that?"

At that moment, every eye in the crowd was fixed on Qin Yun—no one understood why he'd discarded his main chute and switched to the reserve.

At this altitude, switching to the reserve chute was unprecedentedly dangerous.

And indeed, even if he moved fast, switching from main to reserve still took time.

That tiny delay left him with only three hundred meters of altitude. Had he not opened his main chute earlier and slowed his speed, he'd have been dead.

Even so, this distance was the extreme of extremes—his situation was critical.

Qin Yun's eyes burned with fury—murderous intent stirred in his heart.

At this moment, he would never believe this was an accident—it was a premeditated assassination, and the killer was unquestionably Charut.

Charut, whose parachute had already deployed, saw Qin Yun switch to the reserve chute so swiftly—his face paled. This level of adaptability was insane.

Yet seeing Qin Yun's altitude and descent speed, he felt hope return.

He no longer cared about the bullseye—his eyes locked onto the parachute.

As the reserve chute opened, Qin Yun swiftly adjusted his body and control lines, accelerating toward the bullseye, his speed gradually decreasing.

Simultaneously, he spread his limbs wide, resembling a toad, then suddenly flattened himself against the air.

Even so, his descent was still too fast. Qin Yun quickly assessed the impact force—decided against further maneuvers, and instead precisely aligned his direction.

At this moment, Su Huan had turned ashen-faced, and so had Zeng Luo and the others beside him.

Too sudden—the reserve chute, as backup, was never meant to be deployed.

Yet the unexpected had happened—and to Qin Yun, currently ranked number one.

Death?

Would the first Red Bull Cup end with a fatality?

Even if he survived, his legs would surely shatter under such impact.

"Whoosh—!"

Intense air friction surged as Qin Yun neared the ground.

Su Huan, Zeng Luo, and the others held their breath.

50 meters… 30 meters… 10 meters… THUD—!

The next second, Qin Yun's feet touched the ground—the terrifying impact struck dead center on the bullseye; the nearby monitor instantly flashed: 0!

Simultaneously, as the impact surged through him, his knees instinctively slid along the bullseye's sponge, rolling away.

"Quick! Ambulance! Ambulance!"

The host shouted frantically.

Yet before his words had even faded two seconds, a figure calmly stepped out of the parachute, waving casually to distant spectators.

Instantly, the entire crowd erupted.

"Qin! Qin! Qin!"

Cheers never ceased.

Seeing Qin Yun's calm demeanor, the host was stunned. What the hell? Such a brutal landing, and you just rolled a few times? What kind of operation is this?

At that moment, Su Huan, Zeng Luo, and the others tried to rush over—but were blocked by staff.

After all, there were still competitors in the air—what if someone collided? Who'd be responsible?

"I'm fine. Don't worry."

Qin Yun smiled faintly, then his expression darkened as he looked up at Charut, still airborne.

"Host, can you hear me?"

The host was Faber, a well-known presenter from an American TV station, specially invited by Red Bull.

Right before him on the table was Qin Yun's livestream feed.

"Qin, I can hear you."

Qin Yun nodded and turned his head; the large screen switched to a close-up of him.

"You must all be wondering why I suddenly switched to my reserve parachute."

Yes, everyone was curious; many had assumed he was pushing his limits, but it was now clearly not the case.

Upon hearing his words, Sharu in the air and Raul, who was unfastening his parachute, both turned pale.

"I removed my main parachute because the instant I deployed it, I discovered it was torn—I had no choice but to activate my reserve."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire crowd erupted.

"What did Qin say? His main parachute was torn?"

"OMG, how did he find out?"

"That explains it."

Qin Yun looked up at Sharu: "I demand the official body immediately inspect the participants of the Pharaoh Club—Sharu. I strongly suspect he used underhanded means to tear my main parachute."

At these words, not only did host Faber turn pale, but Red Bull's official staff also panicked.

"Moreover, I suspect all members of the Pharaoh Club were involved in an attempt to kill me. I demand the official body immediately call the police and detain the Pharaoh Club."

Qin Yun's two statements left no room for ambiguity and were broadcast live immediately.

This left Red Bull's official body helpless; without hesitation, they dispatched personnel to call the police and contact the Pharaoh Club members. But the result brought back by the staff sank their hearts.

"Gone? What do you mean 'gone'?"

The staff looked crestfallen: "All members of the Pharaoh Club left by helicopter."

The officials had previously dismissed Qin Yun's claims as one-sided, but now it was obvious—they were caught red-handed, with no defense possible.

Without delay, the official investigation team arrived swiftly; police immediately detained Raul and Sharu and began collecting and inspecting the parachutes.

Less than an hour later, the investigation results were out: Qin Yun's suspicions were fully confirmed. The finger gloves found on Sharu and the tear in Qin Yun's main parachute proved beyond doubt that his account was true.

Combined with the complete disappearance of the Pharaoh Club, this attempted murder became an open-and-shut case; no matter how much Sharu and Raul argued, it was now futile.

As a result, the official body suspended the finals entirely, delaying them by three full days.

On the morning of the third day, the official investigation findings and disciplinary actions delighted everyone following the case.

【Investigation findings and disciplinary measures regarding the Pharaoh Club's intentional attempted murder of Chinese competitor Qin Yun during the First Red Bull Cup Extreme Skydiving Competition…】