Jin Ling didn't know about Du Ming's identity as the King of Foreign Soldiers, so she naturally didn't know he would shoot. Afraid that he would be embarrassed in a competition with Fan Chengbin, she stopped Fan Chengbin and said, "Du Ming is just accompanying me to have some fun, he doesn't plan on shooting personally. Come on, if you want to compete, let's do it together."

  "Come on," Fan Chengbin stared at Du Ming, hum, this kid definitely doesn't understand shooting at all. When I win, let him be embarrassed for a while and let Ling'er see it. "It's just a friendly exchange, no big deal, I'll teach him."

  Du Ming nodded casually, "Alright, since you insist on communicating, let's communicate then."

  Fan Chengbin sneered inwardly, humph, just wait and see how I'll beat you up!

  Du Ming picked up a rifle from the shelf by the bed, and Jin Ling'er said with concern, "Let me teach you how to use this gun, how to aim..."

  Du Ming waved his hand, "It's okay, no need to teach me. Didn't this person just say it was a friendly exchange? No need to be so serious."

  Fan Chengbin sneered and laughed, then went to get a gun himself. "Alright, ten bullets per person, two minutes, whoever hits the most rings wins."

  Du Ming nodded and lowered his head, fiddling with the gun in his hand.

  Fan Chengbin said, "Let you slowly study, later I estimate you can't even finish the bullets!"

  Du Ming fiddled with it for a while, then looked up in disappointment. The quality of this gun was really average, and it could only be used to make do.

  Fan Chengbin looked at Du Ming's expression and thought he was helpless because he didn't know how to use a gun, so he smiled secretly and said, "Mr. Du Ming, come on, can we start now?"

  "Alright, let's begin," said Du Ming calmly.

  Fan Chengbin said to Ling'er, "Ling'er, help us count the time, two minutes."

  Jīn líng ér nodded, picked up the watch, raised her hand, "Ready... start!"

  Fan Chengbin immediately tensed his muscles and fired the gun.

  Du Ming beside him looked very relaxed, not tense at all, and casually pulled the trigger.

  But Du Ming pulled the trigger, and the gunshots kept coming one after another without stopping.

  Obviously a semi-automatic rifle, was shot out of the fully automatic speed by him, with a series of ten indistinguishable gunshots, almost in less than a minute, he put down the gun, patted the dust on his hands and said dissatisfiedly, "Who did the regular cleaning for this gun? The cleaning is completely inadequate."

  Fan Chengbin was still carefully aiming and shooting one shot at a time, but when he heard Du Ming's voice, he turned his head in surprise to look at him. However, thinking that he wouldn't shoot randomly, Fan steadied himself and continued to aim and shoot seriously.

  In just two minutes, Fan Chengbin put down the gun in his hand and asked for a target report.

  Fan Chengbin's target score was reported first, "94 rings!"

  Fan Chengbin looked at Jin Ling'er and Du Ming with a pleased expression, "It seems that I still haven't lost my touch."

  Du Ming's target was immediately reported, and the person reporting the target sounded a bit puzzled, "This... is ten rings?!"

  Fan Chengbin snorted, glanced at Du Ming and said mockingly, "It's okay, Mr. Du, most people miss the target on their first shot, you're not bad to get ten rings."

  Du Ming rolled his eyes and shouted at the person on that side, "Hey! Can't you see the target? That's a hundred rings! Where did you get ten rings from?"

  Fan Chengbin was delighted, "Du Ming, this ring number isn't just something you can say casually, can you really get one hundred rings if I say one hundred?"

  "That marksman over there spoke up again, 'Huh? This...this really does seem like a perfect score!!'"

  Fan Chengbin and Jin Ling'er were both stunned, looking at Du Ming, who was completely unsurprised and continued to dust off his hands, "Today's performance was poor, it's been a long time since I've played, my shooting speed is not enough."

  Jin Ling'er asked in surprise, "Du Ming, it turns out you're a shooting expert? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

  Du Ming smiled and said, "What's the point of saying this? Today is your turn to design, I'm just accompanying you."

  Fan Chengbin exclaimed excitedly, "Impossible! I demand to see the target paper!"

  The staff on the other side ran over and handed over the target paper. Fan Chengbin snatched it and took a look, only to find that there was only a small hole in the center of the entire target paper, but because it had been hit by too many bullets, the hole was much larger than one caused by a single bullet head. The surrounding paper was still hot and emitting fine white smoke.

  Du Ming's ten bullets were all shot in the same place, and that was the bullseye! No wonder the scorer thought it was a perfect score at first.

  Fan Chengbin stared at the target paper in shock, "This...this...how is this possible?! How did you do it?! Such marksmanship?!"

  Jin Ling also came over to take a look at the target paper, and turned back to Du Ming in surprise, "So you're that good at shooting? Ten bullets all in the same position? And that shooting speed... are you a professional shooter?"

  Du Ming shook his head, "Personal hobby, never participated in a competition."

  "Then, come to the shooting range with me more often from now on and teach me! Take me to practice, I want to know when I can hit a hundred rings and get super excited!"

  Du Ming smiled helplessly, "Alright, next time I have a chance, I'll teach you and bring you to practice."

  Fan Chengbin still couldn't believe Du Ming's score, his hands trembling as he asked Du Ming, "What kind of person are you? I've interacted with many special forces soldiers before, and none of them have your marksmanship!"

  Du Ming smiled and said, "That shows you've seen too few special forces. You should see more of the world in the future."

  Du Ming and Jin Ling'er left the shooting range together.

  Jin Ling'er asked curiously, "Du Ming, so you were a special forces soldier? But now you're a security guard for the Yue Meng Group... So are you a retired special forces soldier? Which unit did you used to belong to?"

  Du Ming could only say, "It's a confidential matter, I'm not at liberty to disclose it."

  "Oh," said Jin Ling with a sudden realization, "you're all from the Secret Service Unit."

  Although Du Ming has never admitted it, Jin Ling'er has already determined that he is a retired special forces soldier based on his skills and marksmanship.

  Du Ming walked alongside Jin Ling'er, thinking of something and asked her, "Hey, Jin Ling'er, I have a question for you. Yesterday, you said that Little Xu was poisoned by the evil forces, what do you know about those evil forces that poisoned him?"

  Jin Ling shook her head, "I don't quite understand, actually no one in our bureau understands. Originally before we fought against the underworld, the dark forces in our Donghai had already declined, who knew recently for some reason they revived again, and many of the forces that we didn't know about before appeared, just as we started investigating, Little Xu got injured," she sighed, "it seems this time's task to fight against the underworld will be very difficult."