Deadlock

"I hope he is the latter."

Zhou Zhen turned around to look at Zhang Lizheng. A trace of radiance flashed through his calm set eyes.

"Do you mean Mo Wen may not lose?"

Zhang Lizheng's eyes had a tinge of surprise as it was the first time Battalion Leader, Zhou Zhen, commended a young man in such way. Battalion Leader Zhou was not a normal Battalion Leader, he was one of the three Battalion Leaders of the Nineteenth Army Corp. Special Force Battalion.

"The result is not out, so who can be sure? If he really wins, I will definitely give him the highest score in this military training," Chief Instructor Zhou Zhen said briefly.

In the shooting range, Shao Jianyang raised his gun and aimed. The next second, a gunshot resonated.

In the distance, the referee's voice sounded.

"Bullseye."

"Yes, he really hit the bullseye. Brother Shao's marksmanship IS simply superb."