Xie Huilan Was in Trouble!

Inside the shooting range, there was complete silence around Dong Xuebin.

Zhou Zi and Hou Zi stared blankly at the scores displayed by the system, wondering if they had seen wrong. Hu Silian looked at Dong Xuebin with a bitter smile, lost in thought. Lu Dafa looked stunned and even walked up to the hundred-meter target to look into the distance. Wei Nan's expression could not have been uglier as he gave Dong Xuebin a dark look. Even Xie Huilan, who had not said a word the whole time, narrowed her eyes slightly when she saw those five perfect tens.

A perfect score!

Every shot was a perfect score!

That display truly stunned everyone present!

No one there was ignorant. There were shooting range staff, Hu Silian, who had worked at the Public Security Bureau, and Zhou Zi and Hou Zi, who often came to the range to play with guns. They had naturally seen countless skilled marksmen. It was not unheard of for someone to score a perfect fifty-meter fixed handgun target, but what target had Dong Xuebin just shot? A hundred-meter fixed target! Twice the distance! And from raising the gun to aiming and firing, he had taken only ten seconds, practically without any preparation. Under those circumstances, he had still hit five perfect tens?

Just how incredible did his marksmanship have to be?

Forget ordinary experts—even members of the shooting team could not compare!

Zhou Zi said with heartfelt admiration, "Today really opened my eyes. It really did." Hou Zi also smiled bitterly. "With Director Dong's shooting skills, I'd say competing in the Olympics wouldn't be a problem. I heard you're injured too? You can still perform this well while injured—what would you be like without injuries?" Dong Xuebin smiled. "Just good luck."

Everyone knew Dong Xuebin