Translator:
Nyoi-Bo Studio
Editor:
Nyoi-Bo Studio
While Black Panther shot, Feng Luo kept his M110 slanted. He did not aim because of the ten-second limit Black Panther had mentioned. As such, only after Black Panther made the statement did he raise his M110 toward the sky. He aimed for around four seconds before pressing on the M110’s trigger.
Bang!
A bullet flew into the air with the sound of the gun; however, the shot flew through a location around one foot away from two Sea Vultures and did not hit any of them. The Sea Vultures and the cruise ship alike kept moving, so to hit the target accurately, not only was technique important, but luck was important, too!
No hit, zero points!
Big Pineapple held the binoculars and saw more clearly than anyone. He used his right thumb and index finger to gesture a zero.
Feng Luo put down the M110 and did not seem dispirited. Instead, his gaze showed that he was in deep thought. The failure of this shot, as well as the shooting he had done for half a day earlier, created a thought in his mind.
Bang!
Black Panther aimed for a few seconds before firing his second shot. This shot hurt another Sea Vulture’s wings.
Hit. One point. Total, two points!
Big Pineapple reported.
Feng Luo raised the M110. This time, he aimed for a full ten seconds and only fired when time almost ran out.
Bang!
The gunshot rang! The bullet was only half an inch away from the head of a Sea Vulture, scaring it and sending it squealing and flying into the sky. Which also meant that this shot also missed.
Fck, brother. You should work harder!
Big Pineapple seemed a bit nervous. After all, almost everyone had bet on Black Panther, and Black Panther himself had also bet a Diamond Crystal on himself. If Feng Luo lost, he would really have to pay a lot.
Okay!
Feng Luo smiled at him. However, his eyes showed that he was still thinking. He closed his eyes and seemed like he was resting for the next shot.
Black Panther made a mistake on his third shot because as he fired, the ship was affected by the waves, so this shot was at least one meter away from the target. Then Feng Luo opened his eyes and quickly raised the M110. He pressed on the trigger without aiming much.
Bang!
The bullet flew far away and did not even touch the feather of a bird. It went astray even more than Black Panther’s!
Two to nothing… Brother, you’ve screwed me over!
Big Pineapple glanced at Feng Luo with resentment while reporting the score.
Feng Luo smiled at him again.
Bang!
Black Panther’s fourth shot hit the neck of a Sea Vulture. The 7.62mm armor-piercing bullet’s strong inertia, paired with the high-speed rotation, broke the fragile neck of the Sea Vulture, leaving a headless body that rolled and fell hundreds of meters from the sky into the sea. It created a huge splash as it landed.
Kill. Two points. A total score of four to nothing!
Big Pineapple announced the score without any energy.
It was a good thing Feng Luo’s fourth shot hit the wing of a Sea Vulture. It took off a dozen or so blackish gray feathers, and they slowly floated from the sky to the surface of the sea.
Big Pineapple’s eyes shifted as color seemed to return to his face.
Sht. Thank God. Finally hit one. The score is now four to one!
However, Feng Luo’s fifth shot missed again! Now, Big Pineapple’s face was bleak.
However, Black Panther also missed his fifth shot, so the score was still four to one. Feng Luo was only behind by three points!
The sixth shot: Black Panther hit, and it was another kill. He scored two points!
The sixth shot: Feng Luo hit the tail of a Sea Vulture and dealt around 1,400 damage, almost killing it—just a little short.
The gap between them widened to become six to two. Feng Luo was now behind by a total of four points!
I’m so stupid,
Big Pineapple mumbled to himself with a sigh.
I always knew that sometimes you win and sometimes you lose when it comes to gambling, but I never knew that watching myself lose little by little could be so depressing. I’m so stupid. Really…
Clearly, he no longer believed in Feng Luo.
In truth, among everyone spectating, whether it was a player or an NPC crew member, they had the same view. He was behind by four whole points, and moreover, he had only hit once in his previous four shots. No matter how one looked at it, Feng Luo’s gunmanship was several times weaker than that of Black Panther.
Only Feng Luo was smiling. It was as if he were still in the lead.
Big Pineapple saw Feng Luo’s expression and wondered if he had overdone it. Perhaps his words just now provoked him.
Poor guy. He’s reached the stage where he has to use a smile to hide the awkwardness already. Huh…
The seventh shot: Black Panther missed due to the same reason—the shaking of the ship. It caused his muzzle to alter the shot’s course slightly. The end result was that when the bullet reached the vicinity of the Sea Vulture, it was two to three meters off!
Feng Luo held the M110 and was the center of attention of a crowd that had lost interest. He aimed for around three seconds before firing his seventh shot.
Bang!
Under the force of the gunpowder, the 7.62mm normal armor-piercing bullet flew into the sky at a velocity of around 900 meters per second while rotating at high-speed. Then it hit the bald head of a Sea Vulture before splattering blood up higher into the air, leaving a red trail in the sky.
Headshot! Two points!
Big Pineapple said. He rubbed his eyes in a bit of shock after he confirmed that the headless Sea Vulture that fell into the sea was killed by Feng Luo.
However, he still did not believe that Feng Luo had any chance of winning because, on the eighth shot, Black Panther got another kill. So with one shot more, he was still leading by four points!
Feng Luo was, however, not bothered by that. He raised his M110 and aimed for three seconds before shooting again.
Bang!
Another Sea Vulture. Its chest was punctured by the armor-piercing bullet before it fell into the sea.
Kill! Two points! Hmm?
Big Pineapple looked at Feng Luo suspiciously. He did not say anything.
The ninth shot: Black Panther missed, and Feng Luo made another kill. This time, he broke the neck of a Sea Vulture, just like Black Panther’s first kill. And the time he used to aim this time was also only three seconds.
Three consecutive shots, each resulting in a kill. Moreover, he did not really aim that long before shooting. The people spectating began to change how they looked at Feng Luo. They were really not sure if Feng Luo was just lucky or truly skillful. If it was due to skill, then why had his previous six shots seemed so lackluster, resulting in only two hits? If it was due to luck, then Feng Luo had no reason to only aim for three seconds before firing. That sort of behavior seemed more like complete confidence in his marksmanship.
The people watching were only suspicious. Black Panther, however, who had placed a bet on himself, was feeling great mental pressure. Feng Luo’s three shots tied the score. His earlier lead had disappeared. Moreover, his score had gone from a lead to a draw. His mind was in a disadvantageous position, and what made it worse was that they had been three consecutive kills! So for this last shot, Black Panther aimed for a whole nine seconds. He only pressed the trigger at the last second.
Bang!
A Sea Vulture fell from the sky into the sea. A splash could be seen as it dropped. Then blood and feathers spread across the ocean surface.
As the referee, Big Pineapple extended two fingers after considering for a moment.
Kill. Two points!
This shot had not killed the Sea Vulture outright, but after it fell from the sky, all its remaining HP disappeared due to the impact with the sea and the bleeding, so it could also be counted as a kill.
Black Panther breathed a sigh of relief and slowly lowered his gun. He did not notice that the palm he used to hold the gun was covered with sweat. Feng Luo’s three successive kills had put too much mental pressure on him. He was different from Feng Luo. Perhaps Feng Luo did not care too much about winning this gamble, but Black Panther was determined to win because he wanted to prove that his marksmanship and shooting techniques were superior. If it weren’t for the trap earlier, Feng Luo would never have beaten him.
This was not just a matter of dignity, it was an issue of confidence!
Fortunately, he was now off the hook. What was left was Feng Luo’s luck; the result did not matter to him anymore. He had made a kill in his tenth shot, so the worse result now was a draw.
If he does not hit in this shot…
Black Panther was suddenly a bit nervous. He stared straight at Feng Luo.
Haha! There really is a chance for it to be a draw!
The originally hopeless Big Pineapple had a lewd smile on his face since no one had wagered on a draw. If the end result was a draw, he would win everything.
But would Feng Luo intentionally take a dive so as to not let him win the money? Big Pineapple considered that for a while before extending his hands to pat Feng Luo on the shoulder and encourage him.
Brother, good luck. If it’s a draw, I’ll return all your original bet to you. How’s that for a brother?!
Feng Luo did not pay any attention to him. Instead, he breathed in and slowly raised his M110. His eye gradually closed in on his scope as he aimed at the sky.
One second… Two seconds… Three seconds…
There was no gunshot. Unlike the previous seventh, eighth, and ninth shot, Feng Luo was still aiming after three seconds.
Six seconds… Eight seconds… Ten seconds!
The moment it reached the tenth second—
Bang!
A gunshot.
And then, as Big Pineapple looked through the binoculars into the sky, his jaw dropped. His mouth was bigger than a goose’s egg. It was because, up in the sky, two Sea Vultures dropped!
Fck! Is something wrong with my eyesight?
