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In this challenging training camp, competition is the most interesting thing in the world.

The soldiers were fighting for their own honor and the dignity of their country.

The contest between Li Fan and Jack is not just a confrontation between individuals, but also a competition between two countries.

As the competition approached, the soldiers' tension grew.

They are all looking forward to this exciting match and cheering for their teammates.

In this training camp, there is no retreat.

After the two sides agreed on the bet, Sean asked an instructor to distribute ammunition to them to ensure the smooth progress of the game.

Before the competition officially began, Li Fan raised his hand and said, "Instructor, please give me three minutes to prepare!"

Sean looked confused, but nodded in agreement for the first time.

He understood that this soldier, whose physical fitness was seriously exceeded, would never do anything without a purpose.

After getting permission, Li Fan immediately squatted down and began to dismantle the weapon.

His hands flew like butterflies, and he quickly disassembled the rifle into parts.

He then checked it carefully again and reassembled the rifle.

The soldiers in training around saw this scene and all looked puzzled.

"What is this guy doing? What's the point of dismantling the gun at this time?" a soldier muttered.

"I really don't understand. Isn't this a waste of time?" another soldier said.

Jack's face was filled with disdain, and he thought to himself, "It's all fancy talk, but it's useless. This guy is a fool. He thinks he can beat me like this? He's just dreaming."

On the contrary, Zhuang Yan saw this scene with a smile on his face.

This is our military tradition. Who can guarantee that the gun is absolutely in working order? No one dares!

Sean, who was standing aside and observing, completely stopped looking down on Li Fan.

He secretly marveled in his heart: This guy No. 66 is definitely a good candidate for a special forces soldier. In time, he will definitely become a top master in the world!

After seeing Li Fan's actions, the other instructors were also filled with shock and admiration.

"This soldier is extraordinary, very professional," said an instructor.

"Yes, to be able to complete the disassembly and assembly of the firearm in such a short time, and with such skillful movements, shows how hard he trains." Another instructor also nodded in praise.

"Hey, No. 66, are you okay?" Jack urged dissatisfiedly.

Li Fan glared coldly and retorted mercilessly, "Are you in such a hurry to die? Arrogant and smelly muscle man?!"

Jack snorted coldly and stopped arguing with Li Fan. He decided to speak with strength.

Then both sides squatted on the truck bed, holding their guns in their hands and staring straight ahead.

Seeing that the two were ready, Sean waved his hand and shouted, "Start!"

The driver heard the command, stepped on the accelerator, and the vehicle instantly rushed towards the shooting range.

Japanese soldier Saburo Ono enthusiastically cheered, "Number 23, take down this arrogant guy and show him that there are always people who are better than you!"

Zhuang Yan stood aside, cursing with disdain, "Fuck you! You're the son of the United States, but the United States doesn't even want you. And you still have the nerve to cheer them on?"

When Ono Saburo heard what Zhuang Yan said, his face turned red with anger.

"What did you say? How dare you insult our powerful Japanese soldiers?" Ono Saburo said angrily.

Zhuang Yan remained undaunted and continued his taunting, "Am I wrong? Aren't you Japanese just a dog of the United States? You're still flaunting your power here. It's truly laughable."

Ono Saburo was so angry at Zhuang Yan's words that he was speechless and could only curse continuously.

"You bastard, I want to duel with you!" Ono Saburo shouted.

Zhuang Yan smiled contemptuously and said, "You? You're not qualified. Just watch your American master being defeated by us."

Zhuang Yan's eloquence made Ono Saburo unable to cope. He could only stare blankly at him but was unable to refute him.

Jack and Li Fan, who were in the truck bed in front, naturally couldn't hear the two people cursing at each other behind them.

As among the strongest special forces in their respective countries, they had already blocked out all the noise around them from the moment Sean gave the order to start the competition. With clear minds and sharp eyes, they kept scanning the direction where the target might appear.

Suddenly, chest-shaped targets appeared on both sides of the vehicle's direction of travel. They appeared next to the mounds or suddenly appeared behind the training equipment.

And given Sean's old-fashioned nature, the setting time is definitely very short. In other words, as long as the shot misses, the target will disappear without a trace.

Jack didn't dare to delay for a moment. He quickly adjusted his state, raised his gun and started shooting.

His breathing rose and fell rhythmically, and each breath was accompanied by a precise shot.

He had amazing physical coordination, able to maintain a stable posture despite the bumps in the vehicle and keep the muzzle of the gun aimed at the target.

His core strength is also very strong, which enables him to effectively control the shaking of his body and ensure the accuracy of his shooting.

Jack's shooting skills are equally superb, and every bullet seems to fly towards the target with his determination and pride.

His eyes were focused and determined, as if he and those targets were the only people in the world.

The audience around couldn't help but admire Jack's performance.

"Wow, this Jack's shooting skills are really amazing!"

"As expected of a US special forces soldier, his skills are really high."

However, as the game progressed, Li Fan began to show his amazing strength.

When the first target appeared, Li Fan instantly locked onto the target, tilted his body slightly, and raised his gun to shoot in an extremely stable posture.

With a "bang", the bullet hit the center of the target accurately.

Immediately afterwards, the second target flashed quickly as the vehicle shook.

Li Fan's eyes focused, and with his precise grasp of the vehicle's shaking patterns, he predicted the target's location in advance.

The moment the target appeared, he pulled the trigger without hesitation. Another crisp gunshot was heard and the target was hit again.

As targets appeared one after another, Li Fan's shooting speed became faster and his accuracy became higher.

His body seemed to be integrated with the gun, and he adjusted his posture naturally with the swaying of the vehicle. Every shot was as smooth as flowing water.

Although Jack was trying hard to shoot at this time, he obviously felt the pressure.

His shooting rhythm began to be disrupted by Li Fan, and a sense of anxiety gradually arose in his heart.

When the tenth target appeared, Li Fan had already fully entered the state.

His eyes were full of confidence and concentration, and the gun in his hand seemed to have become a part of his body.

Despite the violent shaking of the vehicle, he was still able to maintain a stable shooting posture and hit the target accurately.