The shooting competition was simple, divided into two rounds. The first was indoor fixed-target pistol shooting.
Obviously, this basic target-shooting contest could not demonstrate the contestants' shooting abilities. In fact, it was merely meant to give the Special Appointed Researchers participating in the competition a base score, so they would not end up with an embarrassing zero.
The "Fighter" had withdrawn from the remaining events.
The remaining nine people shot targets together, with ten shots each.
Zhang Anxia watched their results from behind. "Missed, missed, missed, 2 rings, 3 rings, missed, 10 rings, missed... 10 rings?"
He stopped and looked at He Ao, who was calmly holding his gun and firing.
This was what he called knowing a little of the basics?
Zhang Anxia stood behind He Ao, lost in brief thought.
He had investigated He Ao's résumé from beginning to end. He could be certain that He Ao had never served in the military, nor had he attended a police academy or military academy.
Yet He Ao's grip and the way he dissipated recoil, though somewhat different from Central Land's standard training posture, had clearly come from professional training.
After He Ao finished his ten shots and came out, Zhang Anxia stopped him and asked softly, "Can the Mercenary talent enhance someone's ability to use firearms?"
He Ao gave him a puzzled look, unsure why he was asking that. But the question itself was correct, so he nodded lightly. "Yes."
"You're quite the schemer, kid."
Zhang Anxia gave He Ao a meaningful look.
By now, he had basically concluded that He Ao's talent was "Mercenary." After the Research Institute stopped requiring code names to match talent names, many people chose misleading code names to confuse their enemies.
If an enemy who knew something about He Ao faced him