Bang bang bang!
There was a wave of applause, and everyone around looked towards the mouse.
"This guy is just a rat. I heard he woke up after being buried under the snow. Is that okay?"
"The first project is okay. Shooting doesn't require physical strength."
"I think he was just fine in the first event. Look at the three doctors protecting him. They must be afraid that he will faint in the middle of the competition!"
"The mouse is very determined. Even with such a good body, he still comes to participate in the competition. His courage is really admirable!"
"The courage is commendable, but I don't know what the outcome will be."
The people below were talking a lot, and almost no one thought highly of the mouse.
After all, there are Feng Dong and Liu Xuri over there, plus the big devil's brother-in-law Su Jinlong, all of them are full of life.
Mouse stood in front of the sniper rifle and did not move. The sky was sunny and windy, and the 800-meter sniper was not difficult for him at all.
The others had already begun to take aim and prepare to shoot, but the mouse was still standing there with his eyes closed, facing the sun, motionless.
"What is the rat doing? Why isn't he aiming? Everyone else will be finished in a moment."
"I guess he regrets it. After all, he has just recovered from a serious illness and he is a sniper. Missing the target would be embarrassing."
"If I had known this, I wouldn't have agreed. What's going on now? Seeing him leading several doctors alone, I'm still waiting to see him kill everyone!"
Yan Gang was very proud and glanced sideways at Jiang Qianqian, "Is this the best sniper in your special operations team? Shame on you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Mouse suddenly shouting, "I demand that the shooting distance be increased to 1,500 meters!"
What the hell
This sound silenced the entire competition venue.
Even the aunts who were waiting for gossip looked at the mouse.
"What is this kid going to do? The sniper rifle they used this time has a maximum range of only 1,500 meters!" said an insider.
"Does he think he can't hit it anyway, so he just chooses the farthest one? It wouldn't be embarrassing!"
"Yes, yes, that makes sense. That must be what he thinks."
There was silence on the auditorium.
Yan Gang tapped his fingers, not knowing what he was thinking.
He really can't understand mice now. Is it really like they said, you can't break the jar anyway
He is a special soldier, with a high degree of self-discipline and strong patience, which does not allow him to do this.
So if he does this, can he really hit it
This is very dangerous. Can the others hit it
If he misses, wouldn't it mean that the mouse has the upper hand in the first game.
Old Chiang Kai-shek was smiling like Maitreya Buddha, but he stopped laughing after hearing what the rat said.
Did the rats wake up and lose their minds? Just win them over. Is it necessary to be so high-profile
Several others thought the same way.
The examiners were all staring at Yan Gang, waiting for him to make up his mind.
All the rules are set by him. If someone wants to change them, of course they have to listen to him.
While Yan Gang was hesitating, Su Jinlong shouted again, "I also request to change to a 1,500-meter range!"
It's boiling right down there!
"Holy shit, are they all crazy? The theoretical range of a sniper rifle is only 1,500 meters, and with the influence of wind speed and other factors, it can't actually shoot that far. It all depends on feeling!"
"You must be forced. After all, if the mouse shoots 1,500 meters, and if someone else shoots 800 meters, they will lose."
"It's getting more and more interesting. Today is really not in vain. The question is, can they hit it?"
"Who do you ask? You have to ask Mouse and Su Jinlong. I think they are about the same. It would be a big loss if you don't hit anyone."