Chapter 513
Chapter 513 Episode 076: A Stark Slap in the Face (2)
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"Of course, it would be the longest."
Austin Shepherd contemplated for a moment before answering seriously.
Logically, the most challenging moment should be when the target is thrown out, as the person with the gun needs to aim, which requires some time. However, such a contest carries a certain risk, as if it might endanger the person throwing the target. He wasn’t quite sure about the capabilities of these new soldiers, who had just come into contact with guns not long ago, so he chose the latter option.
Waiting for the target to fall also required a certain level of mental fortitude.
Moreover, the farther away the distance, the greater the difficulty, and it also reduced some risks.
After he finished answering, Austin Shepherd scanned them again. Finally, he asked in a deep voice, "Does anyone have any other questions?"
The two rows of nine soldiers responded in unison.
The fewer questions, the better.
He paused, then glanced at the rookies ready with bottles, gave them a gentle nod and then turned to those eager to compete, "Who wants to go first?!"
Becca Reyes was the first to respond, so swiftly that even Jocelyn Carrington who was ready did not get a chance to utter her answer. No sooner had she opened her mouth than she heard Becca’s resolute voice, forcing her words to retreat.
Standing across Becca was a male soldier who had originally aimed at Flossie Wright. A dark horse appeared halfway and forcibly snatched his opportunity away. Now, with bloodshot eyes, he glared angrily at Becca. Seeing her enthusiasm, he snorted and unconsciously tightened his grip on the gun.
"Good," Austin Shepherd nodded, then turned to those with the bottles, "Six bottles each."
Six bottles for each person.
The first round, one bottle.
The second round, two bottles.
The third round, three bottles.
They could have continued, but they didn’t have that many bottles to waste. With only twelve bottles per box, they naturally had to economize.
After giving instructions, Austin Shepherd stepped out of the competition area. As he moved towards the crowd, he noticed Rowdy Brightwill, who had been excitedly holding his gun initially, but now looked dispirited. His face was filled with then negative and melancholy mood, even though he was watching the competition attentively, he seemed absent-minded.
Drake Easton stood next to him, silent, his eyes deep.
"What’s the matter? Did something upset you in the few minutes we’ve been here?"
Austin Shepherd, seeing Rowdy Brightwill in such a mood for the first time, curiously approached him.
"Nothing," Drake Easton picked up the conversation. He glanced at Rowdy Brightwill and then dismissively said to Austin Shepherd, "Just daydreaming."
With a flash in his eyes, Austin Shepherd nodded thoughtfully, wisely choosing not to probe further.
If he remembered correctly, Rowdy Brightwill and Winsley Scott used to be the most aggressive during games like this, always shamelessly grabbing the bottle targets, and frequently attempting to hit others’ targets, showing off their shooting skills and provoking hostility. At such moments, all the brothers would throw down their guns, rush up angrily and gang up on them.
Seeing the current scene probably reminded Rowdy Brightwill of Winsley Scott.
Hesitating for a moment, Austin Shepherd raised his hand and patted Rowdy Brightwill’s shoulder with some heaviness.
Rowdy Brightwill, holding the gun, was stunned for a moment. Then he slightly turned his head and gave Austin Shepherd a brilliant smile, shining like the stars in the sky.
— End of Chapter 513 —