Intense gunfire suddenly rang out, and after a rapid succession of shots, it fell silent again.
Mr. Truman lowered the semi-automatic rifle in his hand. The target paper in the distance was brought close, and the surrounding onlookers applauded and cheered.
Even Mr. Old Granden, sitting in a wheelchair, could not help but applaud Mr. Truman's precise shooting results.
He was probably the president with the strongest shooting ability in federal history, without a single exception!
Other presidential candidates at this time were either playing cards or drinking; in short, they would find something to do to cover up their anxiety.
No one knew what the hell the final result would be, and that kind of suspense where you worried about gains and losses could drive a person to a breakdown!
They had to regulate their nervous emotions, and some people's method was to find something they liked to do to make themselves temporarily forget about these things.
Mr. Truman was also a bit nervous, and his way of dealing with tension was target practice.
Looking at the target paper in his hand, where almost all the shots were in the eighth and ninth rings, he let out a breath and his mood became much more relaxed. He handed the target paper to the staff and motioned for them to hang another one up.
"I like shooting," he turned and looked at these people, "I like the feeling of having a weapon in my hand. Every time I pull the trigger, I know a bullet will be fired."
"No matter who is in front of me, whether it's the target paper, my competitor, or my enemy, they will be torn apart by the bullets!"
"I like this feeling—the feeling of taking control of one's own destiny and taking responsibility for