Chapter 912
Chapter 912: The 61st Message from Hutchinson on Whatsapp (2)_1
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Scanning Jessie Grain, who was tranquil and steady as Mount Madison, her eyes narrowed slightly, indicating a few nods of satisfaction. Then her gaze shifted and fell on Flossie Wright.
Her face slightly flushed, her brows tightly furrowed, gripping the gun, yet trembling inadvertently.
In Nancy Phillips’s view, this was a display of nervousness, lack of confidence, and poor control.
Frowning, Nancy Phillips felt slightly displeased in her heart. She inevitably distrusted Flossie Wright’s previous act of attacking dozens of veteran soldiers alone.
She only trusted her own eyes, and in her view, Flossie Wright’s composure was not worth mentioning.
As she pondered, the competition between the two commenced.
One shot after another, methodical, almost all firing at the same moment.
𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂
Nancy Phillips was slightly startled and stood up straight, her face stern as she observed their shooting.
Bang, bang, bang.
The gunshots indoors were much louder than those at the outdoor shooting range. After Flossie Wright fired a few shots, she felt her head growing heavy and her eyelids so hot that it was extremely difficult to keep her eyes open. In a daze, she veered off a few shots.
Her mind was in chaos.
With a furrowed brow, Flossie Wright exhaled gently and then closed her eyes slightly. After hearing steady shots from the next booth, she abruptly opened her eyes wide.
Her field of vision cleared up.
Regulating her breath, Flossie Wright slightly closed her left eye, fixating on the moving target.
The next moment—
Her finger applied force, pulling the trigger.
Before long, all forty bullets had been fired.
The noisy interior suddenly reverted to silence.
And, Nancy Phillips’s view of Flossie Wright gradually began to change.
Somehow, even though Flossie Wright may not have performed well on her first few shots, the steadier her gun-handling became as the end approached. Despite her fingers trembling, her dark eyes showed no sign of panic.
Nancy Phillips sent two people to check the target paper.
In the end, those who checked the target paper all wore faces of astonishment.
"Are these two new soldiers?"
Returning with the recorded data, one person curiously asked Nancy Phillips.
"Hmm." Nancy Phillips nodded.
"Tsk, way too unbelievable," the person said with a face full of amazement, unable to hold back an exclamation.
Nancy Phillips was slightly surprised, taking the two sheets of paper from his hands. But after glancing at the general records, she was startled, her grip on the papers tightening.
Jessie Grain:
bull’s-eyes.
in the nine-ring.
in the eight-ring.
A total of 388 points.
Flossie Wright:
bull’s-eyes.
in the nine-ring.
A total of 379 points.
According to the data, Flossie Wright certainly lost to Jessie Grain. However, Nancy Phillips vaguely remembered that there were two shots Flossie Wright did not take.
Which means—
In the 38 shots she did take, she only made two errors!
A powerful shock exploded in her heart like a bomb, and Nancy Phillips’s fingers trembled as she clutched the paper.
As determined footsteps approached, an inquiring voice drifted over, carrying a hint of briskness.
Rowdy Brightwill walked in.
Dressed in a training uniform, he looked clean, refreshed, and sunny.
With a furrowed brow, Nancy Phillips’s hand holding the paper drew back involuntarily, subconsciously wanting to avoid his gaze.
After a pause, she regained her composure and said, "Jessie Grain, 388 points, Flossie Wright, 379 points. Jessie Grain won."
— End of Chapter 912 —