Chapter 1110 — The Exam
They brought back the target that had stood firm amid the hail of bullets.
Just like before, Li Bai's actions had looked fierce but accomplished little. He had saved the country a target sheet, which could be used again.
The 250-round belt had been emptied, yet not a single shot had hit the target!
Unconvinced, the blue-helmeted officer went behind the dirt mound where the target had been set up and inspected it closely. At last, he spotted something: a dense ring of bullet holes surrounded an enlarged outline of the target. The old and new holes were intermingled, but the difference between them was still visible.
"Shh!~~~"
He sucked in a breath. The sight was downright uncanny.
A talent like this was perfectly suited to peacekeeping missions. It was a professional match made in heaven, enough to scare the hell out of people and deter those bandits with ulterior motives. Li Bai had been born for this line of work.
Peacekeeping forces didn't need to seize cities or mow down enemies. Scaring people was enough.
"What do you think?"
Li Bai lowered the Type 88 general-purpose machine gun, a faint wisp of white smoke curling from it. The smoke wasn't lingering gunpowder fumes, but oil vaporized by the high temperature. It smelled quite pungent.
He was still reluctant to stop. It was a shame there had only been one belt; it hadn't lasted long.
The machine gun's barrel was already scorching hot. It probably wouldn't make it through a second belt before glowing red.
"Join the peacekeeping forces. I can get you a slot. Starting pay is 8,000 a month, plus Five Insurances and One Fund. If you perform well or earn a merit, you could have a chance to become an officer."
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