Chapter 98

Luther heard him and he eyed Felix seriously, “It was both of you who

shot off the target, and I was just short of an 8 ring. Don't talk about me

like I was incompetent as you guys. Besides, it was all because you

two kept interfering with me!"

Joyce just burst out laughing, "Got it, I'l do my best."

"Don't worry, she should get through.” Luther pushed Felix out of the

way like he was disgusted with him, "Get out of the way."

Luther had seen Joyce shoot at the four cars trailing them, and she

never missed a single shot back then.

Although the full target for the 50m pistol test was small, she should be

fine.

"Mrs. Warner, this way please." The staff reached out and respectfully

led Joyce to the shooting table, introducing her one by one, "These are

the goggles, these are the headphones, and this is ......"

"I used them before. You don't have to introduce these, thank you."

Joyce smiled faintly at the staff.

That confident smile, as if it had some sort of infectious power,

charmed the crowd.

The staff nodded and hurriedly stepped back to the side and pressed a

button, "You may begin."

Instantly, all the display screens in the range lit up, and the azure

screen showed ten blank frames, waiting for the announcement of each

targeting score.

Joyce rubbed the back of her hands together, put on her goggles and

headphones, and then, she held up the pistol.

Really, it had been a long time since she last shot a target.

She thought.

First, just a random shot to try the gun.

With a "Bang," there was a gunshot.

The result was immediately displayed on the screen: 9.7.

"Wow, wow, wow." Felix squealed in succession regardless of his

manners, "Amazing, amazing, 9.7 rings. Luther, I remember the best

you got was just a 9.6."

Mathew looked up from his console and glanced at the screen,

seemingly unsurprised as he muttered to himself, "Oh, she just fired a

random shot."

"What did you say?" Felix didn't hear.

"Didn't say anything, you guys go on and watch the good show."

Mathew continued to play his game.

Joyce heard the result reported on the radio, 9.7, and she shook her

head straight away, looking extremely dissatisfied. Her hand had got

really rusty these years.

It should not have been like this. She cheered herself up. Once again,

she aimed seriously and fired another shot.

Screencast: 10.5.

Felix's eyes went wide and he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

The casual smile on Luther's lips gradually froze. He narrowed his long

eyes, watching the back of Joyce, and could no longer get his eyes off

the woman.

She was so handsome, and it was like she was born for it.

Joyce was still not satisfied with this result. After a long time, she

gradually found the feeling of the old days on the field.

10.3.

10.7.

10.8.

10.9.

10.9.

10.9.

10.9.

10.9.

The last five shots seemed to be locked at 10.9. At that moment, she

seemed to be back on her old competition field, surrounded by all the

people who had been there just for her, screaming and cheering. She

held her breath, concentrated, and fired another perfect shot.

Fortunately, despite all the time she spent away from the field, she had

not changed.