My son is obviously a playboy, how come he became the tiger of the empire?

Lei Ming shouted to everyone: "Did you hear me? I want to compete with you in shooting!"

"You are too arrogant!"

"How dare you compete with us in shooting?"

Everyone finally regained their confident smiles.

Special forces are best at shooting, as for fighting, they have to stand back.

Not all special forces are masters of fighting, after all, they are best at infiltration, harassment behind enemy lines, decapitation, and destruction.

The fighting skills he learned are basically to defeat the enemy with one move, not giving the enemy a chance to counterattack.

But shooting is different, this is their foundation, and it is their second life.

"Dare to compete with us in shooting, you are looking for death!"

"Let me do it, let me do it!"

Everyone rushed to stare at Lin Hui with a covetous look.

Lin Hui looked at their contemptuous smiles, and was proud in his heart: You can't win in anything, but I have a system of cheating!

Seeing everyone in high spirits, Lei Ming smiled: "Let's go to the shooting range!"

Seeing people coming, Lin Hui stepped aside, bent down and waved, and said politely: "Please go first."

Lei Ming walked past him proudly with his hands behind his back. This time he must be taught a lesson to let him know the true strength of the special forces.

Lin Hui followed behind, and the others surrounded him directly, aggressively, as if they were afraid that he would run away.

Soon, the group arrived at the shooting range.

Lin Hui was surprised to find that the shooting range here was different from other places.

It was bigger and more spacious, and the distance between the targets seemed to be farther.

Lei Ming said calmly: "Our shooting range is different from that of ordinary troops. Conventional troops usually shoot at 100 meters or 200 meters, but we start at 200 meters, 400 meters, and 500 meters. We can shoot at up to 1,200 targets."

He looked at Lin Hui and asked: "How is it, can you shoot?"

Lin Hui smiled: "If you can, I can."

Lei Ming saw that he looked arrogant, and shouted directly: "Who wants to come?"

"Me!"

A tall and thin captain with sharp eyes and a very capable look walked out of the team.

Seeing him coming out, everyone immediately felt confident: "We will definitely win!"

A soldier next to him sneered: "We must win. Bu Kun is our Black Tiger's gun god. He ranks first in the war zone's gun skills every year! Even among the special forces in the country, he is also a leader. This kid is not even worthy of polishing his shoes!"

Bu Kun walked up to Lei Ming and saluted: "Captain, let me do it!"

Lei Ming nodded and said to Lin Hui: "How about he be your opponent?"

Lin Hui looked him up and down: "Is he the strongest among you?"

Bu Kun almost vomited blood and shouted angrily: "I am the strongest!"

"You have such a loud voice, I believe you!"

Lin Hui smiled: "Tell me, how do you compete?"

Bu Kun snorted: "Are you going to shoot with mechanical aiming or optical aiming? Mechanical aiming, just shoot 300 meters, my maximum can shoot 400, optical aiming starts at 600, I can shoot up to 1,200."

1,200 meters is already the visual limit

Even with a high-powered sight, an iron box at 1,200 meters is only as big as a sesame seed.

Not to mention a small bull's eye.

"Can you hit it?"

Lin Hui nodded: "I'll try."

Bu Kun sneered: "Okay, try hitting it at 300 meters first! If you can't hit it at 300 meters, then there's no need to compete for the rest!"

Lin Hui didn't say much and walked to the aiming table.

He just lay on the ground, loaded the bullets into the magazine, and then began to aim.

This was the first time he shot at a 300-meter target. Usually in the Tiger Regiment, he only shot at 200 meters.

"Ding, vision +1!"

"Ding, aiming +1!"

"Ding, accuracy +1!"

As the prompt sound continued to sound, Lin Hui's vision became clearer.

He was secretly happy. Sure enough, aiming for a while was still useful.

After half a minute, seeing that Lin Hui was still aiming, everyone became impatient.

"Hey, are you asleep?"

"Can you shoot? If not, admit defeat!"

Just then, gunshots suddenly rang out.

Bang, bang, bang...

Lin Hui put his finger on the trigger and fired continuously.

Bullets were fired in a string.

Everyone was shocked: "Is this guy crazy? At such a long distance, he actually fired short bursts?"

Lei Ming sneered in his heart, is this guy really stupid or just pretending to be stupid?

Short shooting, firing three or four bullets at a time, the hit rate is frighteningly low.

After all, the gun has recoil, and after each bullet is fired, the muzzle position must be slightly adjusted before the next bullet can be fired.

Of course, random shooting is excluded.

Only when shooting within 200 meters, they dare to occasionally use short bursts, and the hit rate is still low.Bu Kun watched from the side, rolling his eyes to the sky. He was basically certain that this guy didn't know how to shoot, just shooting blindly!

Soon, Lin Hui finished firing all 30 bullets and stood up: "I'm done, it's your turn."

Bu Kun sneered disdainfully: "I think there's no need to compete at all. You lose as soon as you fire the gun. You shot short at 300 meters. What do you think? I guess there are no more than five bullet holes on your target."

Lin Hui was full of confidence: "How can I know if you haven't seen it yet? Are you afraid that I will win and dare not compete?"

Bu Kun was immediately angry. Just as he was about to speak, Lei Ming said: "Okay, let the target report over there!"

Soon, the voice of the target reporter came from the walkie-talkie: "Report to the captain, 30 bullets, all ten rings!"

"What did you say?"

Lei Ming almost lost his grip on the walkie-talkie.

The other side continued to say: "All ten rings!"

Bu Kun was dumbfounded: "How is it possible? I want to check the target!"

Soon, the target was delivered over there.

Thirty bullets, all of them shot through the ten rings, and the piece of paper in the middle was broken.

Everyone's jaws fell to the ground. Is this guy shooting a toy gun?

Is there no recoil?

Short bursts of shooting can actually achieve such a good result?

Bu Kun was stunned: How can this be compared? Even if he put a gun to his head, he couldn't achieve such a result?

Seeing everyone's shocked expressions, Lin Hui waved his hand and said calmly: "It's okay, I didn't expect that it would be such a good result for the first time shooting a gun?"

Nonsense!

If they can achieve such a result for the first time shooting a gun, they will twist their heads off.

This kid must be pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger.

Especially Bu Kun, his face was as ugly as if he had eaten shit.

In order to reach the current level, he trained day and night, shot countless boxes of bullets, and his arms were dislocated countless times by the butt of the gun.

But now, he was actually abused by Lin Hui?

Lin Hui said politely: "Captain, shooting 300 meters is too unchallenging. Give me a 1200 meter shot. I want to challenge my limit and see if I can hit it."

"You want to shoot 1200 meters?"

"You can hit it, but I am a dog!"

"Sharpshooters are fed with bullets. You, a boy who has only been in the army for one year, want to shoot 1200 meters?"

No one believed it at all, and Lei Ming didn't believe that Lin Hui could do it.

Although they were amazed by all the ten rings in 300 meters.

But 1200 meters, the difficulty is unknown.

At such a long distance, even if the muzzle is only half a millimeter off, the bullet will go far away.

Lin Hui looked harmless: "Why don't you let me try it? I haven't shot it before, and I don't have much confidence. Just treat it as a joke?"

Hearing this, the people who had just mocked him stopped talking immediately.

Some people even began to feel guilty.

Could this guy really be a master, just pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?

Lei Ming was also a bit in a dilemma, but he finally nodded and agreed: "Since you want to try, then I will give it to you!"

Lin Hui smiled and changed to a sniper rifle, equipped with an optical sight.

He lay on the shooting platform again and began to aim.

"Ding, vision +1!"

"Ding, aiming +1!"

"..."

Listening to the prompt sounds, the smile on Lin Hui's face became more and more confident.

The longer you aim, the more accurate you will be.

To be on the safe side, aim for a while longer.

Soon, a minute passed, and Lin Hui didn't move at all, which made Lei Ming a little impatient: "Are you going to fight or not?"

"Fight, fight now!"

Lin Hui sneered and pulled the trigger.

Bang bang bang...

Still short bursts.

Everyone was completely speechless this time: He was still firing short bursts at 1,200 meters. This guy must be a big idiot!