Mercenary’s War

The mind is blank, and the eyes see nothing.

The mind actually is blank. Gao Yang’s brain is completely empty now, but the feeling that his eyes see nothing can only be an illusion.

Every time he sees a target, he shoots while moving. If not, he cannot finish shooting ten targets in ten seconds—it’s too fast, the shooting speed is too fast, so all Gao Yang sees are afterimages.

But Gao Yang can pause for a moment when he spots a target and complete the shot.

This is absolutely a shooting technique beyond human limits, also a miraculous shooting technique.

Or it could be said to be the shooting method of a god—if gods were to shoot.

Shooting from the far right to the far left, Gao Yang twisted his body to the limit, also sweeping the gun muzzle with the maximum range from the right to the left. If he wants to continue shooting to the left, he must adjust the gun’s position.

But the arrangement of the targets would never require Gao Yang to do so, as to increase the difficulty like this would be too underhanded. Besides, the targets were set by Alexander’s people, and although each time it needed Max’s approval, even if Max made some unreasonable demands, Alexander’s crew would not comply.

Now Gao Yang has shot from right to left once, but he has only fired nine shots.

"He’s missed a target!"

Phoenix couldn’t help shouting out.

Phoenix wasn’t sure if the nine targets already shot had been hit, but she knew Gao Yang missed one because she had carefully observed all the positions of the ten targets.

She couldn’t understand why Gao Yang started shooting without first observing, thinking it was foolish. However, when Gao Yang indeed missed one target, she couldn’t help but exclaim.

But right when Phoenix exclaimed, she saw Gao Yang swiftly move his gun muzzle back from left to right and fire off another shot during the movement.

Gao Yang, of course, knew he was one shot short, so he also knew he missed one target. Because he shot so quickly just now, and the targets were set in staggered rows, he likely overlooked one.

What to do?

Of course, go back and find the target and shoot again.

When Gao Yang went back to find it, he saw the target, and then he fired another shot.

Gao Yang didn’t know if the target he saw had been shot before, but seeing it, he had to shoot.

The target was a humanoid steel target; it would fall if hit. So seeing a standing target could also mean it was a position he didn’t hit before.

Gao Yang felt like he hadn’t shot that position earlier, so he believed he found the missed target, without a doubt.

Beep, beep.

A short and a long electronic tone sounded almost simultaneously. The short was for Gao Yang’s timing, the long was the signal for time’s up.

The short tone came before the long, which meant he finished shooting before time was up. Gao Yang suddenly relaxed and then felt his vision go dark.

Nothing could be seen, nothing could be heard, but Gao Yang raised his right arm and waved it vigorously twice in the air.

"Success!"

Cui Bo yelled loudly. He saw Gao Yang waving his arm—that was Gao Yang’s customary action when succeeding—so he started shouting before the result was out.

"9.876 seconds! 9.876 seconds!"

The shooting time was reported first, not overtime.

Gao Yang struggled to get up, took a long breath, and shook his head hard.

Too tired.

This kind of shooting technique can exhaust a person completely in a short time because the consumption of mental strength is immense, immensely so!

"What a shame..."

Gao Yang muttered to himself in a low voice.

Not knowing if he hit all the targets, but Gao Yang just performed the most perfect round of shooting of his life thus far—unparalleled, a peak of spirit, strength, and shooting technique able to transcend the limits with ten shots.

Gao Yang felt he could never shoot such a sequence of ten shots again in his life. A miracle is a miracle, unrepeatable, unreproducible, the same for him; whether he landed ten shots, or nine, or eight, he might never achieve it again.

This perfect state beyond the limit was used in a bet with no great consequence on winning or losing, not in combat, making Gao Yang feel it was wasted.

A slight commotion, people’s whispers—because no one thought Gao Yang would succeed.

At this moment, the result finally came out.

"All hits, yes! All hits..."

Alexander had always been very tense.

During the shooting, he couldn’t use a high-magnification observation scope to look at each target’s situation, as the speed couldn’t keep up.

This means using the scope to check targets couldn’t match Gao Yang’s shooting speed.

So Alexander didn’t even look at the targets; he kept his head down, staring at his toes.

Upon hearing the spotter’s quivering report, Alexander suddenly raised his head and shouted, "All hits?"

"All hits! All ten shots landed..."

Alexander didn’t hear what the spotter said afterwards; he punched the air heavily and then leaped up, shouting in mid-air.

"Vittua!"

Alexander spoke Finnish, his native language, meaning Curtis or F**k.

Max had been smiling all along, but he was stunned, then loudly said, "F**k! How is that possible!"

Alexander was ecstatic. He couldn’t see anyone now; he opened his arms and sprinted straight to Gao Yang, hugging and shaking Gao Yang with all his might, saying nothing, just wildly shaking.

Then Alexander let go of Gao Yang, vigorously waving his arms, shouting, "I f**king said it, you bunch of idiots wouldn’t believe me! I said it could be done, and it could be done!"

Alexander ran to Jack, his eyes red, grabbing Jack’s shoulders and shaking him back and forth. But he couldn’t shake Jack too much, so he let go and ran to the people he knew.

"We did it! We did it!"

The whole place was in an uproar, no level of noise would be considered too much now.

Max’s face twisted; he wasn’t particularly angry, just anxious, eager to confirm the result.

This bet he lost, but Max no longer cared about losing one dollar or damaging his reputation. He just wanted to know the shooting outcome.

"Is it true!"

"It’s true!"

Throughout the process, countless cameras were focused, fake results were impossible, and no one would fake it because Alexander disdained faking.

"How could it be."

Max looked at Gao Yang, a bit at a loss, only able to dazedly repeat how it could be possible.

At that moment, Gao Yang felt nothing; he just tiredly waved in Yelena’s direction, having been quite dizzy from Alexander’s shaking. So he simply sat down on the ground, then sighed deeply and said, "So tired, exhausted."

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