105 Invincible Ace! (Third Update!)
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Raise the gun!
Aim!
Then pull the trigger!
The entire sequence flowed seamlessly from Li Changjiang, almost without any hesitation.
Bang!
The gunshot shattered the silence in an instant, followed by a rapid succession of trigger pulls.
Bang bang! Bang bang bang—
At the moment his index finger squeezed the trigger, Li Changjiang seemed to enter a strange state. The hundred-meter distance ahead stretched into a single line; the target suddenly magnified before his eyes, becoming astonishingly clear.
Li Changjiang knew this was no illusion. It wasn’t his first time experiencing this sensation. Previously, it had been the strange targeting system automatically locking onto his target, but now it felt as if this ability was innate—an extraordinary gift born within him.
Outside the glass wall,
everyone watching saw Li Changjiang suddenly raise his assault rifle. Almost all of them felt a tight knot in their hearts and clenched their fists.
It was a strange feeling!
At the very moment Li Changjiang raised his weapon, they shared an inexplicable premonition that this seemingly ordinary young man might just create a miracle. But could it really be possible?
No one could answer that question.
The only answers came from the figure before them and the ringing gunfire.
Soon!
Bang!
Bang! Bang---
The gunshots were extraordinarily consistent.
Though only faint muffled sounds escaped outside, the listeners were stunned!
Because as the gunfire continued,
a startling number appeared on the electronic screen.
A perfect 10 ring!
But then everyone froze in shock!
0!
0!
0!
One perfect 10, nine zeros!
Everyone gasped sharply, fully understanding what had happened!
In any other place, one might suspect that the nine subsequent shots missed the mark, but this was the secretive base of an elite special forces unit. Every officer standing there was among the finest soldiers—true warriors!
If anything could astonish them, it was this seemingly strange yet utterly awe-inspiring line of numbers before their eyes.
Ten shots fired! One perfect 10 ring, nine zeros!
Or to put it more precisely: ten shots all hitting the bullseye, scoring a flawless 100 rings! This was the only explanation for the zeros in the following shots—the bullets passed through the target at the exact same point, leaving the computer unable to calculate further.
There was no other possibility. Missed shots? The first shot scored a perfect 10 ring; could the following nine all be misses?
Not a chance.
Xiang Guofang and Hu Dayou, along with everyone else, stood dumbfounded, staring blankly at the young man behind the transparent glass. He casually removed his headset, rested his rifle on the metal rack, and slowly walked out of the shooting range.
At this moment, the feelings of Xiang Guofang and Hu Dayou were the most complex.
Although Hu Biao’s reckless provocation earlier had stirred trouble, it had also, indirectly, confirmed the terrifying potential Li Changjiang possessed.
If the footage captured by satellites and drones before could be questioned, this moment was indisputable—a marksmanship level beyond doubt.
When Li Changjiang emerged, seeing the hall packed with officers standing in a row, his expression became somewhat shy. After all, he was still just a 19-year-old boy. Though war had forced him to mature quickly, the sight of soldiers in neat uniforms bearing solemn and majestic expressions stirred a quiet admiration within him.
“So? Have you really not thought about joining our unit?”
This time, Xiang Guofang did not hide his admiration for Li Changjiang.
Talents like him were rare indeed!
Especially someone with a firm stance who had actual combat experience—and only 19 years old!
In the eyes of Xiang Guofang and Hu Dayou, Li Changjiang was like a raw jade stone. Though unpolished, it already shone with an undeniable brilliance. They had no doubt that with a little refinement, this rough gem would dazzle the world.
Yet Li Changjiang had no intention of joining the military—not for now, at least.
Xiang Guofang and Hu Dayou could see the young man’s yearning for the uniform in his eyes, but they didn’t understand why he resisted the idea of enlisting.
Sure enough,
Li Changjiang shook his head.
Elsewhere,
Hu Biao stared at the bright red numbers on the screen, stunned and with a vacant look in his eyes.
Ten shots, all hits! A perfect 100 rings!
He even felt a sense of helplessness. Hu Biao was no stranger to this score, but precisely because he had seen it before, he knew exactly what kind of person could achieve such a feat.
An ace!
A sniper ace! The last person to achieve this score was the chief shooting instructor of the base—the only ace sniper in the entire facility.
Could Li Changjiang truly be a sniper ace?
Hu Biao fell into silence.
In fact, not only Hu Biao but nearly every officer who saw the numbers stared at Li Changjiang with shock. They all understood the magnitude of this accomplishment.
A sniper ace!
The pinnacle of precision marksmen, kings among snipers, the deadly gods of the battlefield!
The stories of sniper aces, in any country, could fill volumes—books you’d never tire of reading.
An ace sniper was more than just a mark of extraordinary skill; it represented a protective force far surpassing any bulletproof vest. In a small-scale six-terrain assault battle, having an ace sniper guaranteed near invincibility.
And their power extended far beyond that.
They were rarer than giant pandas.
“Killer? Is it really just a killer?”
Recalling the earlier term used, Hu Biao felt a pang of pain.
No, this was no mere killer—it was a god of death!
Only those dozens of officers who witnessed the results firsthand knew about the contest between Li Changjiang and Hu Biao. Beyond them, no one else was informed. Furthermore, Xiang Guofang immediately imposed a strict confidentiality order regarding this trial.
His intent was clear: to keep Li Changjiang’s existence a secret.
The presence of an ace sniper carried strategic-level deterrence. There could not be many snipers of this caliber in all of China. Though he could not yet confirm if Li Changjiang had truly reached this level, he certainly possessed the potential.
Before Li Changjiang fully matured, there was no need to reveal such an ability.
Yet as the central figure of this sensational event, Li Changjiang himself was caught in confusion.
“What exactly is going on?”
After several nervous repetitions of aiming and lowering the rifle, then aiming again, he finally confirmed an utterly strange fact.
The system that had disappeared before had not vanished. Instead, it had likely merged into his very eyes, or had become some kind of bizarre innate talent.
(To be continued.)