Chapter 1803

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Mirabella nodded, unfazed by the skeptical look in her opponent's eyes. "Yep, moving targets it is."

Penelope's shooting skills were undeniably top-notch, and even if Mirabella nailed a perfect sixty, it would only match her rival's score. To win this competition, she had to up the ante.

While she wasn't particularly keen on becoming the heir, she had no intention of giving up the opportunity either.

"Moving targets are tricky, you know..." the referee couldn't resist pointing out.

Sure, you shouldn't judge a book by its cover, but with all the rumors swirling around, he doubted this woman's shooting could be anything exceptional. Even taking a step back, with Penelope's current perfect score, hitting sixty on moving targets was a long shot. The difficulty level was through the roof, especially with a new gun; even a seasoned pro would find it tough to score a perfect sixty.

Plus, during such a crucial heir assessment, going for a safe bet seemed wiser. A tie wouldn't be a loss, right? The referee sighed inwardly, chalking it up to youthful bravado.

"Nope, moving targets it is," Mirabella insisted.

She remembered the last time James had challenged her; he cranked the moving target speed to its max. Pausing for a moment, she added to the referee, "And make it the fastest speed, please."

No way was she going to let that guy outdo her.

The referee's eyes widened, wondering if he heard right. "The fastest speed"

"Yep," Mirabella confirmed, her answer sharp and sure.

Despite his shock, the referee could see Mirabella wasn't kidding, so he had no choice but to oblige. He went off to the side to instruct someone to switch in the moving targets.

The council of elders watching from afar hadn't caught the conversation, but they were floored when they saw the targets being swapped for moving ones.

"She's really going for moving targets?" the head elder said in disbelief. "Isn't she supposed to be clueless with guns?" "The records say she's not skilled Jaime standing beside him, muttered.

"Maybe she's just putting on a show," the second elder suggested with a shrug.

Jaime frowned, taking a moment before speaking again. "The records also claimed her combat skills were zero."

Yet, the morning's contest results had flipped their intel on its head.

The head elder's expression turned serious as he thought it over. "With Penelope already hitting sixty, even if Miss Mira knows how to shoot the challenge of moving targets is well-known. Scoring a perfect sixty is out of the question." Th? link to the orig?n of this information r?sts ?n FιndＮovel.net

Unless she was a sharpshooter. No, even a sharpshooter would struggle to hit the bullseye every time with six shots. Each shot produces recoil,. so while the first few might hit, the later ones would suffer from reduced precision and stability.

The winner of this round would undoubtedly be Penelope.

Jaime loosened up a bit after hearing the head elder's breakdown.

Maybe he had been giving her too much credit.

The group fell silent, their eyes glued to the shooting range.

Soon enough, the moving targets were set up again, and the speed cranked to Mirabella's request-the fastest.

This scene left the rest of the Davis family absolutely gobsmacked.

The original protagonist of all this shock was now calmly raising her handgun.