Movie/TV series: Solving a robbery at the start, gaining proficiency with firearms.

"Guan Zu once set the highest record at the club!"

"The challenger is unfamiliar; the club doesn't seem to have anyone like him."

"I admit that his looks can rival those of Guan Zu, but IPSC is not about looks."

"Hahaha... It's worth coming here today just to see Guan Zu's shooting competition."

The onlookers began to whisper among themselves, offering their opinions.

The female fans behind him started cheering him on.

Even though this challenger looks just as good as Guan Zu, they admire those who are handsome and talented even more.

The referee raised his hand.

The entire scene fell silent, everyone staring intently at Guan Zu in front of them.

Guan Zu adjusted his breathing, stood up straight, and put himself in the best possible state.

His right hand rested on the grip of the gun at his waist, his body slightly tense.

"start!"

As soon as the referee started the timer, Guan Zu reacted immediately.

He quickly drew his gun from its holster and fired precisely at the steel target in front of him.

Gunshots rang out.

The six white steel targets on the field were hit by bullets and fell to the ground.

Guan Zu moved quickly to the three paper targets that were fixed in the next stage.

Leave bullet holes in the paper target.

He used the Naruto running technique to run towards the next obstacle moving target.

His shooting technique was very mature and accurate. After quickly finishing his shot, he rushed out of the obstacle course.

The empty magazine was easily ejected, a new magazine was pushed in, and the next moving firing phase began.

Guan Zu handled the situation with ease, and his excellent shooting skills drew whispers from the onlookers.

"Damn, Guan Zu's shooting skills are really good."

"It's mainly his gun. Huobao helped modify it. If I had that gun, I could do it too."

"Tch, you need to practice more. You're no match for Master Guan."

"Stop talking nonsense. After we finish watching Guan Zu's fight, let's go and have a match."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone.

Guan Zu quickly arrived at the last and most difficult rotating ring target.

He fired, hitting the traction rope that activated the mechanism, and the circular target began to rotate.

Guan Zu adjusted his breathing and body position, locked his gaze on the target in front of him, and fired continuously.

"Empty the gun barrel."

The referee went up and confirmed that Guan Zu's firearm was in good condition: "The court is open."

He looked at the circular paper target in front of him: "Not bad, a double tap!"

"hey-hey."

Guan Zu chuckled and put the gun back into its holster.

He is very confident.

Today, whether it's shooting, speed, or overall condition, everything is far superior to what I've done in the past.

In a short time.

The site personnel entered and began clearing the targets and scoring one by one.

"All six steel targets in Zone 1 hit the bullseye."

"All three paper targets in the second zone hit, six A's."

"All three paper targets in Zone 3 hit the bullseye..."

As the scores were tallied, everyone's attention was focused on the final score.

"Guan Zu achieved a time of 32.61 seconds, a hit score of 175, a shooting coefficient of 5.366, and a 100% hit rate, breaking the record!"

This achievement immediately drew gasps of amazement from everyone.

No one expected that Guan Zu would break his own previous record again.

"Brother Zu, you're so amazing!!"

"Ah Zu, your grades are even better than last time!"

Zhou Su handed Guan Zu a drink and used a towel to wipe his sweat: "A-Zu is truly the best!"

Guan Zu's four-person team praised him highly, and their admiration for their leader grew even stronger.

Guan Zu was enjoying everyone's praise and was in a good mood.

"Brother Sheng, thank you for unlocking my potential."

He took a sip of mineral water and looked at Wu Fusheng: "Let's go have afternoon tea!"

Guan Zu believed that Wu Fusheng had never played the game and therefore could not possibly have achieved better results than him.

There's no need for your brother to compete; it would be embarrassing if he were too far behind.

"Since we're already here, let's give it a try." Wu Fusheng licked his lips.

He was also eager to see how he was doing.

The members and audience members around were completely convinced.

In their view, Wu Fusheng had no need to get involved.

Some people are already preparing to leave; there's no point in watching any longer.

At this time.

Suddenly someone spoke up and recognized Wu Fusheng.

"Isn't that the rising star in the police force? The sharpshooter who solved two cases in a row?"

"How good is his marksmanship? Is it really as accurate as reported in the news?"

This time.

All eyes were on him.

"Pshaw, what good marksmanship? It's all just hype from the police force."

"With so many people shooting at four robbers, they would have been killed no matter how hard they tried."

"Exactly, exactly. Last night's gunfight involved the Major Crimes Unit, the Mobile Unit, and so on."

With so many people, each spitting at the same time, they drowned those four ruthless bandits.

"Hahaha..."

Some people made no attempt to hide their contempt.

Listening to these comments, Guan Zu patted his handsome face with a headache: "Damn it, I've really messed up."

He looked at Wu Fusheng awkwardly: "Asheng, let me explain, it's not what you think..."

Guan Zu was afraid that Wu Fusheng would misunderstand, so he deliberately called him over to embarrass him.

"Give it a try."

Wu Fusheng walked towards the starting line without any concern or emotional fluctuation.

Seeing that Wu Fusheng insisted on going on stage, Huobao shrugged and said innocently, "You're doomed, Brother Zu. You're going to get scolded by your dad when you get home."

People at the scene recognized Wu Fusheng's identity.

If he were to go on the field again, he would definitely lose to Guan Zu.

If the media reports on this, the police force will lose face big time.

When Guan Zu goes back, he will surely be severely reprimanded and scolded by his strict father, Guan Chun.

"Brother Zu, this can't be blamed on you, can it?"

Zhou Su wiped the sweat from Guan Zu's neck: "You've already given him a way out, but he still insisted on going back. How can you blame him?"

Everyone is very familiar with the relationship between Guan Zu and his father, Guan Chun.

Guan Zu curled his lip, he was already used to it anyway: "Whatever, let them scold me."

On the field.

Wu Fusheng is already in place.

"Are you clear on the rules of the competition?"

at this time.

Wu Fusheng was calculating Guan Zu's shooting scores in various districts.

I need to achieve the same results as him. His accuracy is 100%, so I need to time my shots perfectly.

well..

trouble.

We also need to control the score.

Seeing Wu Fusheng's bewildered and unresponsive expression, the referee repeated, "Is the rule clear?"

Wu Fusheng realized what was happening and nodded.

"The bullet can be loaded."

Wu Fusheng pushed the magazine in and pulled the bolt back into the holster.

When his palms rested on the handle, he immediately became absorbed in the moment.

"Players, get ready!"

"start!"

As the counter is pressed.

Wu Fusheng drew his gun and fired, his entire being in perfect condition.

The moment the gun was drawn.

He suddenly realized that his gun-drawing speed was much faster than before.

The six steel targets fell to the ground with a thud.

He quickly ran to the three paper targets in the second zone and accurately fired at zone A.

At this time.

The members who were about to leave and those who were waiting to watch the show all felt that something was wrong.

From the gunshots, everyone could tell that Wu Fusheng wasn't as incompetent as they had imagined.

Everyone stopped in their tracks, their eyes fixed on Wu Fusheng, who was moving and shooting on the field.

Guan Zu initially felt somewhat guilty, thinking that he had put Wu Fusheng on a pedestal.

at this time.

He couldn't help but focus his gaze on the scene, locking onto the figure who had fired the shot.

From the first gunshot, he could tell that Wu Fusheng had fired two shots in quick succession.

The guilt she had felt vanished instantly, and her brows furrowed together.

His eyes were fixed on Wu Fusheng, watching intently.

Um..

not bad.

Ah Sheng wasn't as weak as he had imagined.

The police force's public relations campaign is named after a "gun god," which seems to be more than just a marketing ploy.

He looked at Wu Fusheng on the field, a slight smile playing on his lips:

but.

If Ah Sheng is only at this level, he's not good enough to beat himself.