She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 318

Silence slammed down on the range.

Even on a stationary target, a perfect score was rare. On a moving target? It bordered on unreal.

“Check her rifle!” someone shouted. “Something’s wrong with it! The commander must’ve rigged it!”

Lucian—dragged into it without warning—smiled faintly. “I don’t cheat.”

Loyce handed the rifle over without a hint of defensiveness. After a thorough inspection, the tech shook his head. “Weapon’s normal.”

“Again!” the soldiers called, unwilling to swallow it.

Lucian finally pushed off the wall and walked forward. “Fine. Switch to pistols. Fifty meters, rapid fire. If you lose again…” His tone turned cool. “You’re the ones catching the fish.”

This time Loyce chose a Glock 17. She didn’t even take a textbook stance—just raised it one-handed, the other hand tucked casually into her pocket.

“Ready—go!”

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Again: ten shots that came out like a single, continuous rip.

The spotter’s voice practically shook with excitement. “Ten rounds… all tens… again!”

Luca shot alongside her this round and also scored perfectly—but for him it was the result of years of training and talent.

This girl, who looked barely out of college?

How?

He couldn’t help asking, “Did you train professionally? That’s… insane.”

“I go to the range sometimes,” Loyce said, setting the gun down. “You can start fishing.”

No one insisted on a third round. One look at her calm, unbothered face told them she hadn’t even broken a sweat. If they kept pushing, it wouldn’t be “competition” anymore—it would just be humiliation.

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