Bang!
The can burst apart completely, sending shards everywhere. One piece struck the bulletproof ceramic on the sergeant's leg, while the others either flew into the crowd or smashed against the wall.
The bullet also hit the wall behind him, leaving an enormous bullet mark. It had come very close-almost hitting the sergeant.
Too bad. A miss was still a miss.
The sergeant's hand didn't even pause as he reached for the can. He immediately grabbed a new one from beside him.
This bizarre scene didn't draw any extra reaction, because-
"Walker, 36 points!"
The sergeant drunkenly announced his subordinate's score. It was the highest score in the whole competition so far!
"Anybody else?!"
Nobody stepped forward to challenge him-
Half the contestants had come just for a drink. One cup of this high-proof, spiked tequila was enough to make an ordinary person's nerves go fuzzy.
After three cups, half of them were lying on the ground. As for the other half, only a few could still shoot properly after three cups.
Walker, a soldier under the sergeant's command, had done the best of them all.
The guy was in his twenties-not old, but not young either.
"No one?" The sergeant put down his can and walked over to the crowd.
Walker stood beside him. He seemed like the type to get even quieter when drunk. He waited off to one side for the award ceremony, while keeping an eye on the dark Woodhaven Street-
There were still mercenaries hunting them.
"If there's nobody..." The sergeant draped an arm over Walker's shoulder, raised his head to look at the crowd, and prepared to announce the winner.
The crowd wore blissfully vacant smiles, clearly lost in their "wine and women." Some had even forgotten what the competition was about.
They were