pertwk Chapter 18 Precision Score Control
Chapter 18 Precision Score Control
hesitate!
Correct.
Guan Zu saw hesitation in Wu Fusheng's marksmanship.
Or.
slow.
Wu Fusheng would pause for a moment before firing each time he fired.
he knows.
This is inevitable.
Although Wu Fusheng was fast enough when shooting on the move, his physical strength couldn't keep up.
He needed to calm himself down for a moment before each shot.
I can't bring myself to fire the moment I raise my gun.
As the firing zones were delayed in this way, the total time was stretched out.
"Brother Zu, you know what, he actually seems to have some skill."
"However, compared to Brother Zu, he is still a bit lacking."
The popular group also joined in with their comments.
"Well, Ah Sheng is just an amateur after all."
Guan Zu waved his hand reservedly, but couldn't suppress the upturned corners of his mouth: "Good marksmanship is enough."
He waved to them, saying, "Have some tea, have some tea."
Guan Zu thought so, and so did the other onlookers.
"The police team's sharpshooter is indeed quite skilled, but not enough."
"It's about average, nothing special."
Some members with good rankings have become contemptuous of Wu Fusheng after witnessing his abilities.
On the field.
After firing two shots, Wu Fusheng glanced at the last two remaining items.
I glanced at the time again.
His speed had noticeably increased, and he no longer hesitated to fire.
Basically, once they reached the shooting position, they would pull the trigger repeatedly, shooting directly at area A of each paper target.
Guan Zu believed he had victory in the bag.
As he opened the champagne halfway through the event, he was already mentally preparing his lines to comfort Wu Fusheng.
Suddenly.
"No, the frequency of these gunshots..."
Hearing the gunshot, Guan Zu picked up his binoculars again and stared at Wu Fusheng on the field.
Wu Fusheng removed the magazine and pulled out a new magazine from his belt.
The palm catches the magazine in mid-air and pushes it into the gun, chambering a bullet.
The entire movement was executed in one smooth, fluid motion, and at an extremely high speed!
At this time.
Wu Fusheng has reached the final rotating ring target.
A single shot hit the traction rope that activated the target.
The twelve ring targets, arranged in two layers, began to rotate.
The difficulty of shooting lies in hitting a single target within a brief gap.
Wu Fusheng squinted at the target in front of him, his gun barrel moving with the target.
His peripheral vision caught the ticking time beside him.
At this point, he fired more than five seconds faster than Ah Zu.
No.
Give me a few more seconds.
Guan Zu is a very proud person.
Wu Fusheng silently began the countdown in his mind.
and so.
In everyone's sight.
Wu Fusheng kept turning the muzzle of his gun around the target.
Those few seconds of pause were seen by everyone as hesitation and uncertainty.
after all.
If you hit the wrong target, you'll lose ten points.
"Tch, what kind of marksmanship is that? It's nothing special!"
"I knew it, the police force relies on having more people and guns to fight against fewer people."
"Don't insult the title of 'Gun God' by hesitating so much when you fire."
At this moment, many professional club members immediately voiced their disdain.
Five seconds later.
Wu Fusheng decisively pulled the trigger.
"Bang bang bang!"
Three shots were fired in quick succession.
He removed the magazine, ejected the bullet from the chamber, and unloaded the magazine to show the empty gun.
The referee came up and inspected the guns:
Empty the magazine.
"The venue is open."
The scoring personnel entered the venue and began counting the points.
Behind.
Guan Zu has stood up completely.
He clearly heard three gunshots just now.
The telescope searches for a target.
In view, only three bullet holes could be seen connected together.
Guan Zu's breathing quickened: "How is this possible? Triple Tap! A triple hit!"
This was Wu Fusheng holding Zhou Su's unmodified gun.
in case.
If he were to take his own gun, the firing time would be even shorter.
Wouldn't that mean it's possible to unleash a four-hit combo?!
Guan Zu had no doubts whatsoever.
now.
The field fell silent.
The members watching were all waiting for the final score to be tallied.
because.
Many people have already heard the final three gunshots.
At this time.
They then discovered that Wu Fusheng was actually a master.
A while later.
"Wu Fusheng took 32.40 seconds, scored 175 points, had a shooting coefficient of 5.417, and a 100% hit rate, breaking the previous record!"
When the final score was announced, the entire audience erupted in uproar.
Guan Zucai's newly set record was broken by Wu Fusheng.
Although they weren't leading by much time, their final three-hit combo significantly boosted the score.
Many people gathered around Wu Fusheng.
"Officer Wu, is there any chance we could become friends? You could teach me how to shoot."
"I'm willing to pay three thousand an hour to hire you as my personal trainer."
"You're so handsome, Gun God! Can I treat you to dinner tonight? I especially love ice-cold beer."
Everyone was very enthusiastic.
Although he may not be able to achieve such results next time, it depends on his form.
But the best results have already been achieved, naturally winning the fervor of these people.
Keep in mind that this was Wu Fusheng's first time shooting at the club and he achieved this result. Wouldn't he be even better if he played more?
Wu Fusheng's demonstration of skill dispelled the doubts that he was "a sharpshooter deliberately created by the police."
Behind.
The renowned journalist, Le Huizhen, happened to be there taking photos and captured the scene.
Wu Fusheng finally managed to get rid of these people.
He approached Guan Zu and said, "Aunt, I'm sorry, it was a narrow victory."
"You little brat!"
Guan Zu himself was an expert, so he naturally saw through it.
Wu Fusheng deliberately let the water go.
He could have achieved better results, but he deliberately held back.
The fiery group now looked at Wu Fusheng with fervent eyes.
"Brother Sheng, you're amazing!!"
"100% accuracy, no wonder the police call you a marksman, you truly deserve it!"
These rich kids have been completely won over by Wu Fusheng.
They never worry about money and are carefree, preferring to pursue what they love.
Wu Fusheng's skillful maneuver won them over, and they no longer dared to underestimate him.
Guan Zu also took out his own gun: "Wouldn't it be faster if we switched to a different gun?"
"It should be."
Wu Fusheng nodded and took the 1911 from his hand: "The modifications are alright, but there's still a lot of room for improvement; it's not quite perfect."
"Um?"
Huo Bao immediately rushed over, his eyes wide with disbelief as he grabbed his hand: "Brother Sheng knows about car modifications?"
"I know a little."
Wu Fusheng nodded reservedly and skillfully disassembled the gun: "Your drilling extension device is not at its optimal angle."
"Adjusting the upward and backward angles by another 1.5 degrees will allow the reaction force of the gunpowder gases to reach its optimal level."
"This maximizes the reduction of muzzle rise, significantly shortening the recovery time for the next shot, making it easier to land a Double Tap."
"The hollowed-out sleeve for weight reduction is not yet perfect, and the anti-slip texture could be made 0.5 microns more prominent."
This further improves firing balance and increases the slide's reciprocating speed during continuous fire.
He smiled at Huo Bao, who was listening intently, and said, "Why don't you try it next time you modify your gun?"
Suddenly enlightened, Huo Bao nodded repeatedly, "That makes sense!"
He looked at Guan Zu excitedly: "Brother Zu, Brother Sheng knows so much about guns, why didn't you say so sooner!"
Guan Zu smiled and said, "He doesn't have time; he's too busy with his job."
He thought to himself: How was I supposed to know that Ah Sheng was such a hidden talent?
"Brother Sheng, it's a pleasure to meet you. From now on, we're friends. Don't hesitate to ask if you need anything!"
"Brother Sheng, come to the club more often and teach me shooting. I can offer you a high salary."
They all extended invitations warmly.
before.
They don't really like police officers.
Out of respect for Guan Zu, he helped Wu Fusheng inquire about information.
But things are different now.
They all wanted to befriend Wu Fusheng, the trainee inspector.
"no problem."
Wu Fusheng glanced at his watch: "It's still early, want to practice shooting?"
"Brother Sheng is sharp!"
"With your guidance along with Brother Zu, I feel my marksmanship can improve several levels!"
The group exclaimed excitedly.