Chapter 1802
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With a loud crack, the bullet shot out of the barrel.
Penelope didn't even bat an eyelid as she pulled the trigger again, letting loose five more shots in quick succession. The bullets flew like arrows, all zeroing in on the exact same spot. Every single one of the six bullets hit the bullseye dead-on, without an inch of deviation, perfectly clustered in the same place.
A faint smile tugged at the corners of Penelope's lips as she gently lowered her gun. The judge quickly announced the results, leaving the crowd in stunned silence.
"Looks like Miss Penelope's marksmanship has reached new heights. Six perfect hits, scoring a flawless sixty. This has to be her best performance yet!"
"The last time I saw her practice, she hit every target too, but never with such pinpoint precision. She's really outdone herself today."
"She's a true sharpshooter. Sixty points-no one else can touch her score." ? find?novel.net
"But let's not count out Miss Mira just yet. She did outshine Miss Penelope earlier this morning, after all."
"Being skilled in one area doesn't mean you're a jack-of-all-trades. It's rare to find someone who's great at everything, especially since Miss Mira didn't start off with the same advantages. She doesn't have the same solid foundation."
The crowd buzzed with chatter. Even though everyone knew that the returning Miss Mira couldn't hold a candle to Penelope's shooting prowess, her earlier performance had caught their eyes, shifting the spotlight onto Mirabella.
Even Grady, watching from the surveillance room, couldn't help but feel a pang of nerves. Like a parent hoping their kid would stand out above all others.
"Why are you pushing me?" Jim, sitting in his wheelchair, grumbled, looking flustered.
His knees were about to hit the table in front of him.
"I wasn't..." Grady snapped back to reality, quickly letting go of the wheelchair's
handles and chuckling awkwardly. "Just got a bit nervous for Miss Mira."
Jim sighed, "That's my niece."
Grady wisely kept quiet.
Back at the shooting range, Nick felt a mix of admiration and
contemplation as he watched Penelope's stellar performance He glanced at his sister, who was already at the shooting stand, and walked over to her, speaking softly, "No pressure, okay? Penelope was always a natural."
Mirabella raised an eyebrow and replied modestly, "When I was in college, my training instructor said I had a knack for this too."
As she spoke, she expertly twirled the gun in her fingers, looking every bit the seasoned pro.
Nick paused, momentarily speechless. If he didn't know she was just starting out, he might have been fooled by her confident display.
He patted Mirabella on the shoulder, "Alright, sis, give it your best shot. Just think of it as another day at training camp."
With that, he stepped back a few paces.
Mirabella sighed, "In this day and age, no one believes the truth anymore."
She shook her head, spun the gun in her fingers again, then squinted at
the bullseye Penelope had just e
naited. She motioned for the
shooting judge to come over.
The judge, looking puzzled, approached her.
"Could you switch to a moving target for me?" Mirabella asked politely.
Penelope, who was about to leave, stopped in her tracks and looked back at Mirabella upon hearing her request.
A moving target? She must be out of her mind.
The judge just as surprised, glanced
at the beginner's gun in Mirabella's hand, his cheek twitching slightly. "A moving target? You're sure about. that? .