Chapter 512
Chapter 512 Episode 076: A Stark Slap in the Face (1)
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Generally, once the cooking class finishes the thrice-daily meals, they collectively disappear into the kitchen, unless they genuinely have some work to do.
But now, ever since Flossie Wright agreed to the gunmanship competition, within less than five minutes, all the cooks gathered on the playground, shouting encouragements for Flossie.
The moon was hidden behind dark clouds, and it wasn’t the usual training time, but the field was crowded with an unexpectedly large crowd.
Those gathered there had heard news of the competition and come to watch, after all, they often heard rumors about how extraordinarily skilled Flossie was with a gun. However, when they took the time to watch Flossie’s and the team’s shooting practice, they saw a typical performance, nothing remarkable. Until today, when Flossie’s target paper started circulating, reigniting their interest in Flossie’s skills. Having heard there was a shooting match, those with free time were sure not going to miss this.
There were five challengers.
Becca Reyes, Calvin Ramos, and Stuart Weston each took on a challenger, leaving Flossie with two to deal with.
Of these two challengers, one was an extraordinary sharpshooter among the fresh recruits, an overly confident, flamboyant male soldier, and the other was an old acquaintance of Flossie’s — Jocelyn Carrington.
"Today, we’ll give the targets a pass. There are a few cases of empty bottles in the kitchen, we thought we shouldn’t waste them, so we brought them here. The rest of you can join for fun."
Austin Shepherd stood in the middle of the two lines of people, speaking as some of the new recruits were moving the empty bottles from the kitchen.
Because the Forces’ policy prohibited drinking during training, and free time was seldom spent drinking, there were very few cases of empty bottles piled up over time. The reason we can find ten cases this time is due to the last New Year’s Eve party.
Shooting bottles could be considered a leisure activity for them. After all, everyone at the Base was good at marksmanship, and occasional squabbles were either settled in the combat zone or with a shooting competition, or sometimes challenged for fun...
In short, it was a classic game.
"Any questions?"
With a cough, Austin Shepherd asked the two lines standing across from each other.
Jocelyn Carrington shouted strongly, her sharp female voice piercing the sky.
𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎
Austin’s gaze swept over her, "Speak."
Frowning slightly, Jocelyn gave Flossie a provocative glance. After maintaining eye contact for two full seconds, she turned to Austin and demanded loudly, "I want to know about the rules. If everyone hits the same number of bottles, how are we supposed to determine the winner? Is it about who is fastest, or who takes the longest?"
While speaking, Jocelyn tried her best to contain her excitement.
Ever since she saw Flossie’s gunmanship in the newbie Forces, she has been highly interested in it. Especially the final outdoor survival training of the recruits left a psychological shadow on her. After witnessing Flossie’s ten shots in a storm at Cameron Bailey, she had little doubt that she had found her new goal.
During the past month in Cameron Bailey, shooting training became a subject she studied intensively every day, focusing on not wasting a single bullet. Now, with a real opportunity to compete against Flossie, due to collective proposals, she was undoubtedly excited.
She had to win!
Her long eyebrows were slightly narrowed, seriously considering her strategy.
— End of Chapter 512 —