Chapter 1161
Chapter 1161: Practical Mission (4)_1
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But if it’s not harmful, just bear with it and it will pass.
Halfway through picking them up, Ella Pemberton asked again, "Have you ever experienced something similar before?"
Flossie Wright answered crisply.
In the past—
Who would dare to throw bugs on her?
That would be seeking death.
Looking at her strangely a few times, Ella Pemberton felt puzzled but could find no answer.
It took nearly ten minutes to pick off all the bugs, and fortunately, the three of them were lucky that no bugs had crawled inside their clothes, which would have led to the embarrassing scenario of having to undress to find them.
Throughout the process, even while catching their breath, Ella Pemberton demanded they continue aiming, allowing for no slack whatsoever.
However, for Jessie Grain and Nancy Phillips, the next half hour was much more relaxing than the previous fifteen minutes.
Five fifty-five.
Looking at her watch, Ella Pemberton sized them up and then declared loudly, "Nine magazines each, prone, kneeling, and standing positions for shooting, within five minutes, empty all the magazines."
As soon as her voice fell,
"Bang—Bang—Bang—"
"Bang—Bang—Bang—"
"Bang—Bang—Bang—"
All three almost simultaneously chambered rounds and fired their shots.
While the sniper rifles were equipped with silencers, you could still hear a distinct sound up close.
Gradually, the gunfire became disorderly, with the speed of the three varying, some faster, some slower.
Prone position, three magazines.
Kneeling position, three magazines.
Standing position, three magazines.
Distance, eight hundred meters.
Throughout the process, Flossie Wright was the fastest.
She didn’t even need to aim; as soon as she changed the magazine, she started shooting without a second’s pause. Her movements were as fluid as drifting clouds and flowing water, and she was neither flustered nor arrogant.
In the past few days, Ella Pemberton had seen Flossie Wright’s shooting and felt that it was a visual treat every time.
It was too beautiful.
Flossie Wright, Nancy Phillips, Jessie Grain, in that order, put down their sniper rifles.
Meanwhile, those two soldiers, one fat and one thin, were already heading towards the targets to begin counting the scores of the three women.
The passing score was an average of at least nine rings per shot.
No scores were announced, only whether they passed or not.
This time, Ella Pemberton went to see for herself, reviewing each of their targets.
"Captain Pemberton, this time their scores have quite a big difference," the thinner soldier remarked, holding the targets, unable to help but exclaim.
Soon, the somewhat heavier soldier came over, nodding in very much agreement, "That Flossie Wright, she really is outstanding."
Smiling, Ella Pemberton glanced at the two of them and inquired, "Who do you think is the best soldier?"
In the previous two days, the target sheets of the three—Flossie Wright’s group—had scores that were close to one another.
But this time—
The difference was big.
Nancy Phillips’s average score was above eight rings but didn’t reach nine.
Jessie Grain maintained at nine rings, slightly higher.
As for Flossie Wright...
Nearly perfect score!
After experiencing such an incident, Flossie Wright still managed to achieve such excellent results, simply incredible.
"That Flossie Wright."
"Definitely Flossie Wright."
The two said one after the other, praising Flossie Wright greatly.
Strong mental endurance and such excellent marksmanship, if not Flossie Wright, then who?
Shaking her head slightly, Ella Pemberton pinched the target paper in her hand, unable to suppress a bitter smile.
— End of Chapter 1161 —