The modified 1911 had an extended magazine loaded with 14 rounds...
Neil was obviously very familiar with the gun. He didn't even need to get used to it; every shot landed squarely on the coin.
Everyone nearby heard a single "ding," then saw sparks from metal scraping erupt repeatedly in midair.
Neil not only hit the coin with his first shot, but sent it flying.
The shots that followed chased the coin as it bounced erratically. Every tiny flash of sparks meant another bullet had hit it.
Most people couldn't tell, but Wesley knew just how difficult that was.
The coin seemed to bounce randomly, but it was actually being kept within a vertical plane.
The bullets didn't send it flying off into the distance; they made it bounce unpredictably up, down, left, and right.
Wesley wasn't usually competitive, but Neil's marksmanship had thoroughly piqued his interest...
Nick's terrified screams hadn't quite stopped when Wesley's pair of revolvers opened fire too.
Wesley didn't make nearly as much of a show of it as Neil. His eyes glazed over for a moment, then he began pulling the triggers in rapid succession.
The slight tremor in his wrists was barely noticeable, but his bullets neatly curved around Alexei and Nick, who were acting as a barrier, and caught up with the coin just before it hit the ground.
From nearly a hundred meters away, the onlookers couldn't see where the coin was, but the flashes in midair were unmistakable.
The first shot rescued the coin, the second sent it bouncing left, and the third sent it right...
Only when the final shot hit did the unlucky coin finally land squarely beneath the broken string.
Watching Wesley's astonishing performance, Alvin knew Neil had lost.
Their marksmanship was actually quite close. Both of them