Supremely Talented Tyrant
Chapter 890 - 889: How Strong Are the Abilities!

"The first step, we'll compete in shooting!"

Dong Aiguo clapped his hands, and several figures sprinted over from a distance. Finally, they came to a halt behind Dong Aiguo with precision. With a loud "bang," they saluted in unison and said, "Greetings, leader!"

"Hmm."

Looking at the dozen or so people behind him, Dong Aiguo nodded in satisfaction. Then, he turned to Hao Jian, raised his chin slightly, and said, "These officers and soldiers are elite experts under my command, each specializing in their respective fields. They are also captains of various military divisions, ranking among the best in their domains. Now, I'll have them compete against you!"

"Haha, then I'll see if they're as extraordinary as you claim!"

Hao Jian chuckled lightly at Dong Aiguo's words, casting a dismissive glance over the crowd. He shook his head discreetly; it was evident Dong Aiguo had planned this in advance to corner him. Nevertheless, since he'd accepted the challenge, he had to give it his all.

Many disasters arise from underestimating one's opponent—Hao Jian's past experiences had taught him to approach everything with the attitude of a "lion fighting a rabbit, using all its strength."

"Alright, how do you want to compete?"

Slowly folding his arms across his chest, Hao Jian gazed indifferently at the people behind Dong Aiguo, his eyes filled with disdain.

"Shooting! We won't use sniper rifles; instead, we'll use pistols to shoot moving targets. Whoever scores the highest wins!" Dong Aiguo declared. Without waiting for Hao Jian's agreement, he gestured to the crowd and said, "Zhou Hao, step forward. You'll take on the first match!"

"Haha, alright, Commander, just watch! In the military district, no one dares claim the number one spot in marksmanship—except me, Zhou Hao!"

Behind Dong Aiguo stood Zhou Hao, whose pride had already been stung by Hao Jian's earlier contempt. A lean but tall figure stepped forward, his face brimming with smugness.

After Zhou Hao emerged, he laughed aloud with his comrades, exclaiming, "This kid is going down! You all won't even get a chance to show off!"

Being chosen first, Zhou Hao was elated. As he came forward, he even flipped his middle finger at Hao Jian.

"Straightforward and brash—fits my personality." Hao Jian smirked leisurely. He paid no mind to Zhou Hao's provocation, his confidence unwavering. After all, he'd once achieved a perfect score hitting moving targets with a pistol. This competition didn't faze him. Waving his hand impatiently at Dong Aiguo, he said, "Hurry up and take me to the range. I've got other business to attend to."

"You're asking for it, punk!"

Seeing Hao Jian addressing his leader so casually, Zhou Hao's face darkened, ready to teach Hao Jian a lesson.

"Hmph! Let's see if you're still this arrogant later!" .........

Dong Aiguo, though displeased by Hao Jian's attitude, chuckled coldly. Zhou Hao, frustrated but restrained, shot Hao Jian a venomous glare and mouthed, "You're going to lose, punk. I'll make sure you've got no dignity left!"

"Idiot," Hao Jian sneered inwardly, silently cursing.

The group proceeded to the shooting range in grand fashion. Passing by soldiers engaged in training, they barely drew attention—at most, a few curious recruits craned their necks slightly before being scolded and slapped on the head by their drill instructors.

Impressive! These troops are really disciplined!

Witnessing this scene, even Hao Jian couldn't help but secretly marvel, inwardly admiring Dong Aiguo. Having led troops himself, Hao Jian understood the immense challenge of molding soldiers with diverse personalities into a cohesive unit. If not for the animosity between them, perhaps they could have shared drinks and conversations now.

But alas, fate had intervened. Two individuals who were once unrelated were now adversaries due to Ye Wenying's manipulations. Still, Hao Jian considered Dong Aiguo the sort of opponent one could reason with.

"The moving target shooting contest will consist of ten targets, and you only get one shot per target. We'll provide you both with powerful Desert Eagles. To increase difficulty, I've replaced the targets with thinner versions."

"These ten moving targets will align in a straight line at a certain unpredictable moment. That's your only chance to hit them simultaneously."

"Victory will be determined by your score—let's see how sharp your calculation skills really are!"

Arriving at the competition setup, Dong Aiguo explained the rules while having equipment distributed to both contestants. Even Zhou Hao, an experienced shooter, couldn't help but gasp silently at the challenge's difficulty. Still, it thrilled him—it was the perfect way to flaunt his extraordinary marksmanship!

With these thoughts racing, Zhou Hao smirked triumphantly at Hao Jian, eager to throw in a few more boastful remarks. Yet, Hao Jian didn't even glance his way, instead continuing to chat casually with Secretary Zhang.

Damned brat! You'll find out soon enough how amazing I am. I'll disgrace you completely—crawl out of this military district with your tail between your legs!

Despite the burning rage inside him, Zhou Hao dared not speak his thoughts aloud with Dong Aiguo present. After all, words discrediting Dong Aiguo's leadership would be utterly unacceptable—not just to Dong Aiguo but to the soldiers themselves!

"Hurry up and start—I don't have time to waste."

While conversing with Secretary Zhang, Hao Jian briefly glanced at the clock before turning his gaze to Dong Aiguo. His tone was indifferent: "Let's begin."

"Hmph!"

Zhou Hao snorted coldly, about to say something, but Dong Aiguo waved him off calmly. Eyeing the contestants, Dong Aiguo's demeanor turned stern as he exclaimed, "Prepare the moving targets!"

"Bang bang bang!"

After his command echoed, the shooting range suddenly erupted in rhythmic sounds. Moving targets started appearing all around the range but remained stationary for now.

Turning back toward the contestants, Dong Aiguo asked, "Which of you wants to go first?"

"Leader, me!"

Before Dong Aiguo's words had even fully landed, Zhou Hao eagerly stepped forward, thumping his chest in confidence.

"Alright, go ahead!" Dong Aiguo nodded and quietly added, "Don't disappoint me…"

"Watch and learn, punk—this is what shooting is all about!"

Zhou Hao grabbed the Desert Eagle from his holster, threw a provocative glance Hao Jian's way, and strode leisurely toward the shooting platform while under countless watchful gazes.

With each step Zhou Hao took, the arrogance on his face seemed to evaporate. By the time he reached the shooting platform, an aura of utter normalcy enveloped him—he appeared like an unremarkable, everyday individual.

This guy has the makings of an assassin!

Hao Jian observed Zhou Hao's transformation intently, his eyes narrowing briefly before relaxing again. However, inwardly, his mind grew slightly more alert.

Real assassins seamlessly blend into their surroundings, adept at everything. To Hao Jian, Zhou Hao's focused state during aiming represented someone nearing the threshold of "becoming killing intent"—an essential trait for a genuine assassin.

Yet sadly, they were rivals now, collaboration an impossibility.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

With Zhou Hao's low growl, the previously stationary targets began to move. Initially slow, they gradually picked up speed.

The targets moved unpredictably, without any discernible pattern. Zhou Hao stared intently, calmly awaiting the fleeting moment when all ten would align into a straight line. That opportunity might come sooner or later; after all, the targets' random motion made timing absolutely uncertain.

Time ticked by, half an hour passing in the blink of an eye. The targets continued their erratic motion, while Zhou Hao remained laser-focused, maintaining his peak state. He knew the critical moment was brief—he had to capitalize on it!

"Bang!"

In an instant, a gunshot rang out, sharp and resonant like a dragon's cry. Zhou Hao had fired his shot.

But as spectators traced the bullet's trajectory and observed the targets, their expressions shifted dramatically—all the targets were still disorganized and chaotic in their movement.

Even Dong Aiguo's face twitched slightly, annoyance flickering across his features. However, seeing Zhou Hao drenched in sweat after prolonged focus, Dong Aiguo sighed helplessly—rules were rules; he hadn't anticipated this outcome either.

Could it truly be as the spectators suspected?

Out of everyone present, only Hao Jian and Zhou Hao remained unfazed—for they understood what would happen next!

As Zhou Hao's lips curled into a faint grin, the bullet erupted from the dark muzzle, sparking and tearing forward with immense momentum. Suddenly, a hidden red bullseye appeared ahead.

"Bang!"

The bullet pierced through, continuing onward with relentless force.

From there, the other targets seemed to trigger a domino effect, each colliding with the speeding bullet one after another...

"Bang bang bang!"

Continuous sounds of impact filled the air as the bullet flew through the final target, disappearing into the distant hillside.

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