Finally, after all the snipers were finished, the results began to pop up on the electronic screen——
The results of other countries were as expected, and everyone's focus was on the youngest soldier.
Finally, on the electronic screen, the results finally popped up behind Li Zheng’s name.
Hit, and it only took 6 seconds!
Two seconds slower than the current best SEAL sniper!
win!
Zhong Rui and Liu Hai couldn't restrain their excitement, jumped up on the spot, waved their fists in the air, and looked towards the rostrum intentionally or unintentionally.
This demonstrative look made it difficult for Qasim to even breathe.
This is the PLA trying to demonstrate on its own!
Jeffrey looked at the scoreboard blankly. He couldn't figure out why he lost?
Speaking of quality, how could one of his own men be inferior to a superior soldier?
It's obviously the same coping strategy.
The bullets are all picked.
Where does PLA win?
For a moment, he couldn't figure it out.
However, something that made him even more confused was still behind.
After the third group of snipers came on the field to complete their shooting, the results that popped up on the scoreboard once again made everyone unable to sit still.
Hou Jun's result was also a precise hit, and his time was only one second longer than Li Zheng's - 7 seconds!
"oh!"
Jeffrey, who was sitting under an umbrella and drinking hot coffee, suddenly jumped up and didn't care about the hot coffee spilling all over him.
"How can this be!"
He spread his hands, like a fisherman who had just pulled out the pole and fell into a big fish. After two hours of fighting, he finally pulled it to the side of the boat, but the line suddenly broke and watched a golden gun weighing several dozen kilograms disappear into the sea. He simply couldn't contain himself. Gushing emotions.
After looking at the scoreboard for a while, he finally realized that the score was real.
PLA took the top two spots, just like the previous projects.
And his own talent got third place.
He held his head with both hands, turned around twice like a lost brigade, and then kicked Maza aside.
The captain's deputy came over to help him lift the chair, walked to his side and said, "Colonel, is there something fishy here? I don't believe the Chinese are better than us. They must be cheating."
Cheating?
right!
It must be cheating.
For a moment, this thought flashed through Jeffrey's mind subconsciously.
What else could it be but cheating?
Just those Chinese people?
Can he actually surpass these top-notch special forces snipers he leads?
ah……
Damn the PLA, they are always so slick.
Captain Tom continued to apply eye drops: "Should we protest to the organizer? This is unfair. We should be allowed to use our own ammunition for the competition."
"You mean, overturn the current results? Start over?" Jeffrey's face turned sinister.
The organizers are inherently flawed and have set up artificial obstacles. As long as they cause trouble at this time, even if it cannot be done, they cannot allow the PLA to take the top spot.
But……
He suddenly remembered that Zhuang Yan had given the scale to him before. If he really cheated, why should he help him?
This doesn't make sense either.
After thinking about it again and again, Jeffrey still held back the raging fire in his chest.
"Tom, if we cause trouble, what will others think of us?" Jeffrey said, "What if the Chinese really didn't cheat?"
Tom said: "So what if not? Anyway, the organizers set up artificial obstacles, violated the terms of the competition negotiated in advance, did not provide a venue, and distributed ammunition uniformly. These are enough for us to ask them to give an explanation."
Jeffrey thought for a while, and finally reason overcame impulse. He waved his hand and said, "Stop talking, I've thought about it. The possibility of someone from the PLA cheating is very small. Let's take a look first and then talk about it."
In fact, not only was Jeffrey unable to accept it, but the face of the big shot from country H on the rostrum also darkened.
"Is this the good result you want me to promise?"
He pointed at the scoreboard and glanced at it coldly. Kasim, who was accompanying him at the side, felt a chill in his heart and a chill ran down his spine.
Qasim understood why the minister was so unhappy.
In the first subject, "cold-bore shooting," the GRU's best result was a deviation of 3, relying on its advantages in guns and ammunition, and it was feared to be first.
The Golden Eagle's sniper hit a 4, and I thought I would secure second place in this individual event.
Unexpectedly, Cheng Yaojin appeared halfway, Li Zheng and Hou Jun appeared out of nowhere. Li Zheng hit a 4 and Hou Jun hit a 5.
Li Zheng's score was the same as that of the sniper Golden Eagle, with the same deviation, so he automatically entered the time calculation phase.
Unexpectedly, Li Zheng only took 13 seconds, while Golden Eagle took 15 seconds.
It’s clear who loses and who wins.
The runner-up who reached the mouth flew away, and finally picked up the third runner-up.
Kasim also hoped that Li Zheng and the others were lucky and just a coincidence.
In fact, he didn't understand at all that Li Zheng was originally a master capable of hitting zero, but his performance was only affected by ammunition and temporary changes in time. After hitting 4, he wanted to punch the floor.
By the time the second event "Recognition Shooting" started, Li Zheng had already found the feeling. The two shooters in the second team of the PLA seemed to be cheating. They took the first and second place with absolute advantage, becoming a SEAL sniper. Ranked third, GRU fourth.
The Golden Eagle, which Kasim had high hopes for, was directly ranked fifth and only made the top five.
Now after completing the third event "Hidden Blade", PLA has won three individual runner-ups and two individual championships, while the hard-working H country sniper only got one third place.
In terms of total points, the current ranking is PLA first, Seals second, GRU third, and H Golden Eagle fourth.
"Minister, I will find a way." Qasim felt a lot of pressure. The big man in front of him could decide his future.
Although the organizing committee is responsible for the final decision of this competition, the specific implementation and specific suggestions are all their own. If they do not do well, they will have to bear the blame.
He stood up, turned away, disappeared to the side of the rostrum, walked around to the back, and made a phone call to summon his staff.
"There's something you need to do right away..."
The staff officer listened to the instructions and kept nodding his head like a chicken pecking at rice. In less than thirty seconds, the conversation between the two ended and the staff officer hurriedly left.
Qasim returned to the rostrum, sat down again, and looked in the direction of the PLA with a calm gaze.
At this time, the fourth subject "observation and correction of shooting" has begun to enter the preparation stage. The support personnel in the distance are preparing targets and adjusting the distance. On the shooting ground line, the snipers are checking their equipment, each with their own characteristics. busy.
Zhuang Yan was sitting in a circle with his team members, commenting on everyone's performance in the previous three events, when he suddenly heard Colonel Jeffrey's voice coming from behind him.
"Zhuang, can we talk?"
Zhuang Yan turned around and saw Jeffrey standing soaked in the rain, and nodded: "Okay, let's talk here?"
Jeffrey said, "Privately."
Third update!
(End of chapter)
