Chapter 30

Being defeated by a college student is just too humiliating...

"The time taken to assemble the firearm and the shooting accuracy both count as part of the competition."

"Start with the pistol, then the rifle; single shots or burst fire, your choice."

"Although training rounds are used."

"But within 50 meters, the trajectory and velocity are nearly identical to live ammunition."

"Are you ready?"

As he asked,

Liu Feng took a deep breath himself,

his hands already hovering over the table.

Lu Shu glanced at the target set up fifty meters away,

and nodded.

"Begin."

Beep!

The whistle suddenly sounded,

Liu Feng's hands moved instantly,

each component assembling at lightning speed beneath his fingers.

As a mandatory training exercise in the military,

the entire process of rapidly assembling a firearm

was deeply etched into his mind,

so much so that he could complete it even with his eyes closed.

He could even complete it with his eyes closed.

a Type 92 pistol was fully assembled,

A Type 92 handgun was assembled,

ammunition chambered,

then he swiftly assembled the other weapon, the Type 95.

Then he swiftly began assembling the other Type 95.

his focus was absolute,

he could barely hear any sound from outside.

His eyes saw only the firearm parts on the table.

His eyes held only the firearm parts on the table.

Watching the Type 95 rifle gradually come together,

his heart gave a slight leap,

but just as he disengaged the safety and prepared to shoot,

However, just as he released the safety and prepared to fire,

The gunshot beside him had already sounded.

Bang-bang-bang!

The Type 92 pistol emitted a muffled report,

he turned his head,

and saw Lu Shu already holding the pistol with one arm, having completed his pistol shooting sequence.

"Incredibly fast hands..."

"Even like this, I still can't match his speed?"

Liu Feng was utterly stunned,

he was certain

that his own state had been excellent,

he had made not a single mistake,

even more focused than during his regular training.

Yet despite that,

he was still a step too slow.

In his gaze,

Lu Shu had already emptied two magazines from the Type 92 pistol,

then picked up the other rifle—the Type 95 assault rifle—that had already been assembled.

But at this moment,

Lu Shu's phone seemed to ring,

and in Liu Feng's stunned stare,

Lu Shu glanced at the caller ID,

then actually answered it!

And with his other hand,

he held the Type 95 assault rifle with one hand and pulled the trigger!!

"Hello? What is it?"

"Hello? What's wrong?"

Bang!

"Oh, if you want bubble tea, just buy it, but you can only have one cup."

Bang!

"Hmm, it's a bit noisy; I'm hearing gunshots over here."

Bang bang!

"No, no part-time job, just school training."

Lu Shu, while talking on the phone,

the image of him controlling the recoil with one hand,

completely shocked everyone.

"Holy crap!!!"

"I didn't see wrong???"

"Taking a call while shooting??"

"Damn... Brother Lu is controlling the Type 95 with one hand!"

"Every shot hits the ten-ring?"

"Holy crap, am I dreaming..."

And Lu Shu's phone call continued.

"Don't worry, I really didn't go to a part-time job."

"It's just training."

"If you don't believe me, I'll send you my location in a moment."

As he spoke,

Lu Shu noticed the Type 95's ammunition was already exhausted,

his finger lightly swiped the magazine position,

the empty magazine fell out smoothly,

a new magazine was flicked up by his knee,

just right,

clicked into the Type 95 rifle's magazine well,

then he bent his elbow and pushed the bolt,

Click click!

The entire motion was seamless.