Conan: I'm Not a Model Worker in the Winery

Chapter 592 Friendship First, Competition Second
Gin had already walked onto the lift before Angostura explained.

He didn't care about the rules of the game. It was just an internal game activity of the organization, and the punishment of the game could not be too excessive.

On the contrary, Gin himself hadn't touched a sniper rifle for a long time, and he thought it would be a good idea to practice... in order to avoid getting rusty.

Anderburger had shot three rounds in a row at 850 yards, and every shot hit the head. He was now taking a nap leaning against the railing.

Hearing his teammates calling him, Anderburg opened his eyes, with a blank expression and a hint of disgust on his face: "Stella, I've been playing for the whole morning."

Angostura sat on a chair in the stands, looking very carefree. He waved his hand generously and said, "It's not a big deal. It's just another round, right?"

"That's a big problem. You don't understand how boring it is to hit a motionless watermelon fifty times." Anderburg continued to be expressionless. "Also, you can wait until Gin finishes a round and then compare my previous results."

Angostura raised his eyebrows and said righteously: "How is that the same? You were fighting Vermouth and Alexeibi before, and now it's someone else, so of course you have to fight again to be fair!"

Anderburg walked onto the platform and looked at his teammates indifferently: "But I always get full marks."

Angostra knew his sniping ability. His gun was never empty within a thousand yards... That was why Anderburg felt that his teammates were going too far and were deliberately making him do the same work over and over again.

"Anbu, this is just in case. What if you don't get on and Gin can't beat you and you refuse to admit it?"

"Stella, you didn't tell me before that there was a penalty for losing."

"Really? Well, now we have it! Amb, you—"

boom! ! !
The loud gunshots set off a rumbling echo in the empty training ground.

Seeing Alex and the others covering their ears in fear, Gin put away his gun and stared at Angostura coldly: "Shut up."

"...Tsk."

Angostura glanced at the white ceiling with a small black spot on it, curled his lips, and said nothing more.

This scene made Vermouth, who had just been repeatedly ridiculed by Angostura, feel instantly relieved, and she even whistled.

Alex, Clarette and the other five or six members who were watching in the 'audience seats' stopped whispering and began to focus on the two big guys on the elevator.

However, after looking for a while, Alex found that no one came over to open the virtual scene. The corner of his mouth twitched, and he resigned himself to continuing his part-time job as an instrument debugger.

"Then, let's do it the same way as before. We'll start from 900 yards, with each yards being a node. Each node will have three targets to clear, and the time limit will be five minutes. The upper limit is yards. The score and accuracy will be calculated based on the number and location of the targets hit. If the scores are the same, the one with the higher accuracy will win..."

Alex dutifully explained the rules of the game.

The internal exchange competition was originally full of entertainment, but maybe because Angostura set a "prize", the atmosphere has become a little serious...

"...If you solve the target first within the specified time, the scene will automatically switch... Um, okay, then please start, both adults."

After Alex finished explaining the game... the rules of the game, he wiped the sweat off his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Angostura retract his murderous gaze from him.

……

Gin listened carefully to the rules of the competition.

He looked at the scene that gradually darkened and then brightened again and was full of life. He did not raise his gun and aim at once. Instead, he weighed the sniper rifle in his hand - he had never used this type of sniper before, so it would be best to judge the various parameters of the gun before using it.

——Of course, the most important thing is to find the feel.

"This gun is okay..."

After adjusting the gun a little, Gin looked at Anderburg who was some distance away from him.

The latter did not raise his sniper rifle, and was also staring at him. After receiving Gin's gaze, Anderburg nodded politely.

However, after this delay, three minutes passed...

and.

"Ambu, who are the three targets?" Gin asked very confidently.

Angostura, who was drinking water below, was choked.

"Amb! Don't tell him, let him guess!"

"Twelve o'clock, one o'clock, and three o'clock."

Angostura was unsuccessful in stopping Underburger from giving Gin the tip.

Gin locked onto his target immediately after Anderburger finished speaking, "Thanks."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gin held the gun with one hand and fired three shots in a row just like he would with an ordinary pistol - the first two bullets hit the target's eyebrows exactly, only the last shot was slightly off and hit the target's left eye.

...Tsk, it seems my hands are unfamiliar.

"You're welcome."

Anderburg answered modestly, and then, like Gin, fired three shots with one hand.

At this moment, the entire training ground was silent, with only the projection equipment making a buzzing sound, indicating that it was still running.

The three hundred yards scene was a bustling city. Gin observed it and determined that the scene did not belong to the Japanese side. It might also be completely virtual. Their position was probably in a high-rise building about three hundred yards away from the target... However, based on this scene, Gin estimated that such a perfect position should not exist in reality.

The next 350 yards, the scene is basically the same as the previous one, except that the view is further away, and there are a few more buildings blocking the view...

But, looking at this scene, Gin immediately understood what Anderburg meant - indeed, the road was crowded with people, and they couldn't walk fast. The target was mixed in, and walked as slow as a turtle, extremely slow.

It's basically a fixed target.

Gin narrowed his eyes, held the gun more seriously, took aim, and then pulled the trigger.

This time, all three targets, without exception, hit the center of the eyebrows.

Anderburg waited until Gin hit the target before aiming at his own.

Next, four hundred yards...

Four hundred and fifty yards...

Five hundred yards...

Gin and Anderburger shot at an increasingly faster speed - mainly because after Gin's speed gradually increased, Anderburger no longer had to wait for Gin every time. Almost when Gin was aiming at the last target, Anderburger also attacked at the same time, and his speed was even a few points faster than Gin.

The onlookers were all a little dazzled - they hadn't even found Gin and Anderburg's target yet, and the scene had already changed...

Later on, Vermouth simply stared at the number of yards and remaining time displayed on the instrument next to her.

The sniping speed of these two people... is not human at all!

(End of this chapter)