Su Wei fired almost as soon as he raised his hand.
Eric's arrogance vanished, and he stared intently at the target in the distance.
coincide.
It must be a coincidence.
Black raised the binoculars from his chest.
This time, he didn't lower the lens as quickly as before.
The valley wind ruffled the hem of his stiff clothes, and he stood there frozen like a rock.
No one dared to urge them on, no one even dared to breathe loudly.
After a long while, Black finally lowered the binoculars.
He didn't speak, but just looked at Su Wei, and for the first time, his indifferent eyes revealed a mixture of surprise and admiration.
He uttered three words.
"Second shot."
Su Wei moved.
He didn't lower his gun, nor did he change his posture in the slightest.
With a skillful and deft pull and push from his right hand.
The brass cartridge case ejected hot, arcing through the air as it landed on the snow.
A new bullet was smoothly pushed into the chamber.
The entire movement was crisp, clean, fast, and steady.
Aruk was completely dumbfounded.
Was the Su Wei he remembered, who couldn't even hit a BB gun accurately and showed absolutely no interest in his prey, really the same calm man before him?
In Su Wei's vision, the golden Ballistic Trajectory remained steadily suspended, pointing towards the bullet hole from before.
His mind was completely blank.
At that moment, he wasn't thinking about the debt, the $160,000, or the herd of deer in the U-shaped valley.
He simply wanted the second bullet to follow the trajectory of the first, challenging the limits of his control over his body and system.
Bang!
A second gunshot shattered the silence once more.
Everyone's heart skipped a beat at the sound of the gunshot.
Almost the instant the gun went off, Black raised his binoculars again.
This time, he only glanced at it.
Then he put the telescope down.
Without saying a word, he strode forward and walked straight toward the target a hundred meters away.
The military boots pounded heavily in the deep snow, each step sending a shiver down the spines of the remaining candidates.
Aruk was so nervous he could hardly breathe. He leaned close to Su Wei and whispered:
"How was it? Su? Did you hit it?"
Su Wei lowered the gun, gently rested it on its stand, then turned around and gave his friend a reassuring smile.
"It's approved."
Eric snorted coldly from the side and muttered under his breath:
"Pretending to be something one way."
But his tightly clenched hands betrayed his extreme inner turmoil.
Black returned quickly.
He walked up to Su Wei empty-handed, carrying nothing in his hands.
This level seven hunter, known as the " Old Devil," is the nightmare of all poachers on Kodiak Island.
At this moment, he scrutinized Su Wei from head to toe with a critical gaze.
He asked.
"Your name."
" Su Wei."
Black nodded, as if trying to etch the name into his mind.
Then he turned to Aruk and Eric and announced in his usual emotionless voice.
"Shooting assessment, rule one: hit the vital area. Rule two: the damage tract of two bullets must not exceed one inch."
He paused for a moment, then turned his gaze back to Su Wei.
" Su Wei Yang, first shot, bullseye."
Black paused again, seemingly searching for the right word.
The second bullet passed through the hole left by the first one.
He raised his hand and used his thumb and forefinger to make a barely visible gap.
Damage range: zero.
The scene was deathly silent.
Aruk's mouth was wide enough to fit an egg.
Zero? What does that mean?
Although he didn't fully understand, he was so shocked that he couldn't speak.
Eric swayed, his face turning deathly pale.
He finally understood what that meant.
That was a task that was virtually impossible to accomplish.
That was incredible archery skill!
Black ignored the reactions of the other two, his gaze fixed on Su Wei, a rare look of admiration in his eyes.
"Hunters are not butchers; we take lives, and we must treat them with respect."
"A single, fatal blow, ensuring the meat remains intact. This is respect for the prey, and also for ourselves."
He looked at Su Wei and said, word by word.
Your shooting was perfect.
"One hundred points."
After Black finished speaking, he turned around, took a record board from the tracked vehicle, and wrote a huge 100 after Su Wei Yang's name.
He then solemnly wrote his comments in the comments section.
A perfect shot.
After doing all this, he put the record board back in the car, as if he weren't the one who had just given such high praise.
He reverted to his cold, ruthless examiner persona.
"Shooting is only the first step to becoming a hunter."
"An excellent hunter not only needs accurate marksmanship, but also eyes that can see through the camouflage of the wilderness."
Black's gaze swept over the remaining candidates one by one.
"The second assessment, tracking and trace identification, will now begin."
Chapter 73 Black's Astonishment: Is This Really Just an Examiner?
Black's boots sank into knee-deep snow as he led the four to the edge of a sheltered spruce forest.
The snow here is thicker than in the open areas, and the cold wind whistles through the tree trunks, almost leveling the undulations of the ground.
He stopped under a sturdy Sigan spruce tree, his hand, clad in a heavy tactical glove, pointing ahead to a seemingly ordinary patch of snow.
Five minutes.
Black's voice was broken by the wind, but it was still full of pressure.
Tell me what just passed by, its condition, and when it passed by.
Eric stared blankly at the expanse of white.
In his eyes, there was no difference there except for the ripples created by the wind.
Although Dennis was eliminated in the shooting segment, Black seemed to be intentionally keeping him on as a reference.
The old hunter said nothing, but knelt down in the snow, took off his gloves, and gently stroked the snow with his rough palms, his nostrils twitching.
Aruk also put away his usual playful smile.