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Mercenary King: Got Question? Ask My RPG!

There was a classic saying that prevailed in the era of thermal weapons. "All fear comes from insufficient firepower." Don't believe? Looking at the muzzle of a cannon bigger than your head, and say it again? ... Starting off by being kidnapped, in order to survive, Gao Guang was forced to become a member of a private military contractor. And thus, an unexpected legend began to unfold... Stallone from [First Blood]? Jason Statham from [The Expendables]? Keanu Reeves from [John Wick], the one who's best at using all kinds of firearms? Come on, all of these are nothing compared to Gao Guang!! --- Finally, until one day, in the field of private military forces, he completely made the term "Gao Guang moment" became a professional term! Countless criminals, mercenaries, murderers, and private armed organizations would pee their pants at the mention of the name Gao Guang! "Hello, my name is Gao Guang." "I am dedicated to providing war-related peripheral services, including but not limited to force, arms, intelligence, and technical support." "As the conscience of the industry, our quality is trustworthy. Please don't hesitate, don't pinch your goddamn wallet, and make an appointment with my beautiful secretary as soon as possible. Warm reminder, we only accept cash." "Gao Guang, Your best choice!"

Just Like Water · Urban
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616 Chs

Chapter 247 Giving You Face_1

Gao Guang really couldn't understand how a person who combined strength and speed, moving with utmost quickness, couldn't shoot accurately.

Even if he didn't have much talent and couldn't become a top marksman, that was easy to understand, but to practice shooting to the level of an ordinary person, that shouldn't be a problem, should it?

So now he needed to figure out what Fang Zhenwu meant by his shooting being terrible.

"When you shoot targets with a rifle, let's say at two hundred meters, how many rings can you hit with ten bullets?"

Fang Zhenwu thought for a moment, and said somewhat embarrassedly, "It's hard to say, there might be one bullet that gets a perfect ten, and the next one might miss the target entirely. The rough average should be around thirty or forty rings, I guess."

Hitting thirty or forty rings on a two hundred meter target was indeed below average, but it wasn't the worst.

"What about a hundred meters?"

"Uh, still around thirty or forty rings, I guess."