Luther heard him and he eyed Felix seriously, "It was both of you who shot off the target, and I was just short of an 8 ring. Don't talk about me like I was incompetent as you guys. Besides, it was all because you two kept interfering with me!"
Joyce just burst out laughing, "Got it, I'll do my best."
"Don't worry, she should get through." Luther pushed Felix out of the way like he was disgusted with him, "Get out of the way."
Luther had seen Joyce shoot at the four cars trailing them, and she never missed a single shot back then.
Although the full target for the 50m pistol test was small, she should be fine.
"Mrs. Warner, this way please." The staff reached out and respectfully led Joyce to the shooting table, introducing her one by one, "These are the goggles, these are the headphones, and this is ......"
"I used them before. You don't have to introduce these, thank you." Joyce smiled faintly at the staff.
That confident smile, as if it had some sort of infectious power, charmed the crowd.
The staff nodded and hurriedly stepped back to the side and pressed a button, "You may begin."
Instantly, all the display screens in the range lit up, and the azure screen showed ten blank frames, waiting for the announcement of each targeting score.
Joyce rubbed the back of her hands together, put on her goggles and headphones, and then, she held up the pistol.
Really, it had been a long time since she last shot a target.
She thought.
First, just a random shot to try the gun.
With a "Bang," there was a gunshot.
The result was immediately displayed on the screen: 9.7.
"Wow, wow, wow." Felix squealed in succession regardless of his manners, "Amazing, amazing, 9.7 rings. Luther, I remember the best you got was just a 9.6."
Mathew looked up from his console and glanced at the screen, seemingly unsurprised as he muttered to himself, "Oh, she just fired a random shot."
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