Chapter 36: Double Perfect Scores (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)

Inside the indoor shooting range, Han Ling became the center of attention.

The other examinees, having finally snapped out of their shock, turned their heads in unison to stare in disbelief at the young man who was calmly setting down his pistol, completely unencumbered by the hearing protection everyone else wore.

Ten rounds in five seconds, every single one a bullseye—who the hell is this guy?!

You’re telling me he’s from a local police station?

Even the police instructor standing there, currently looking dumbfounded, probably couldn't pull that off.

Zhang Yunhang finally closed his mouth, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard, his gaze tracking Han Ling’s every movement.

This isn't right. If the police academy had someone this monstrous, he would have been famous long ago, not spent four years in obscurity.

You toyed with me during the police drills six months ago, and now you’ve completely crushed me during the firearms qualification exam. Why does it feel like you’re just out to get me?

Luo Jingwu walked up to Han Ling, looking him up and down, his eyes practically gleaming.

"Han Ling," Han Ling said, answering the question the man had posed earlier, which hadn't really been a question at all.

"Tsk, tsk." Luo Jingwu made the sound of someone who had just discovered a raw gemstone. "Give me your file."

Hearing this, the police instructor hurriedly stepped forward to hand over Han Ling's documents.

Luo Jingwu looked them over and remarked, "From the Wanglou Police Station? What a waste. Were your marks at the academy this good? Why have I never heard of you?"

Han Ling smiled and replied, "My shooting scores at the academy were average. I suppose I’ve had a sudden epiphany."

Luo Jingwu nodded slightly. He didn't care about the process; the results were what mattered. From entering the police academy to graduation and his subsequent hiring, he had passed layers of background checks, so there was certainly no issue with his record.

"Are you interested in..."

Before he could finish the sentence, the police instructor, sensing that things were taking a turn, quickly interrupted. "Chief Luo, there is a second round of testing, and the first round isn't even over yet. Don't you think we should...?"

Luo Jingwu realized his mistake and said no more, telling everyone to continue the exam.

There were still six people left in the first round.

The examination continued.

Perhaps influenced by Han Ling’s perfect score, the remaining participants didn't fare very well. Three of them barely scraped by with 85 points, nearly failing.

It was a close call, but a pass was a pass. To them, there was little difference between 85 and 95 points; only a score above 95 would ever attract real attention.

The second round of testing began, and the order was scrambled once more.

This time, Han Ling drew the first spot.

"Wait." Luo Jingwu, who had been watching from the sidelines, spoke up. "Change it. Han Ling, you go last."

The police instructor understood Luo Jingwu’s intent: if Han Ling were to post another ultra-high score, it would likely continue to affect the mental state of the subsequent examinees, thereby impacting their final results.

Thus, No. 1 and No. 18 swapped places.

Luo Jingwu cautioned everyone, "Passing is the most important thing. Don't overthink it. Maintaining a stable mindset is a skill you must master. Take deep breaths and take your time."

He didn't want to see any failing grades this year.

Everyone nodded.

Luo Jingwu’s words had an effect; all of the first seventeen participants scored above 35 points. The only two to break 40 were Zhang Yunhang and Lin Rong, the former scoring 42 and the latter 41.

Zhang Yunhang was deeply dissatisfied with his score and stepped back with a sigh.

All eyes converged on Han Ling.

Luo Jingwu’s eyes were filled with anticipation.

Han Ling stepped forward to load five rounds. He still wore no ear protection as he raised his weapon and aimed.

"Slow down, slow down. You have three minutes; there’s no rush," Luo Jingwu said suddenly, his favoritism evident.

Whether Han Ling heard him or not, he fired one round every three seconds, emptying the magazine in fifteen seconds flat.

50 points!

"Hiss!"

The seventeen onlookers gasped in unison. This wasn't luck; this was pure, unadulterated ability.

Luo Jingwu was overjoyed, his eyes growing even brighter. He waved his hand, dismissing the group. "Alright, alright, you’ve all passed. Congratulations. If there’s nothing else, you can all head back. Han Ling, you stay for a moment."

The group left one by one. The joy of passing the exam was dampened significantly, eclipsed by the shock Han Ling had left in his wake.

Two double-perfect scores, and in such a short amount of time—this was "Martial Arts Champion" level. It wouldn't be long before every police department in the city knew his name.

On the way out, the examinees whispered to each other.

"Have you ever seen someone hit a perfect score in precision shooting at the speed of rapid fire?"

"What do you mean 'seen'? I've never even heard of it. He used fifteen seconds out of a three-minute limit. It’s too fake."

"Didn't we see it with our own eyes? And you're calling it fake?"

"I’m praising him from the bottom of my heart, can’t you tell?"

Zhang Yunhang looked back three times as he walked. Soon, the indoor shooting range was out of sight, and he had no idea what was going on inside.

"I bet Chief Luo wants to poach him," Lin Rong said as they reached the parking lot and she opened her car door. "Double-perfect scores are rare even in the SWAT unit, and his shooting speed is incredibly fast. His potential is huge."

Zhang Yunhang remained silent.

They had arrived in separate cars. When he had invited Lin Rong to ride with him earlier, she had refused.

He wanted to talk to her more, but her engine roared to life and she drove away.

"Am I dreaming?"

Zhang Yunhang gently patted his own face.

...

Inside the indoor shooting range, the SWAT officers had surrounded Han Ling, looking at him as if he were a rare animal.

"What are you looking at?" Han Ling turned his head from side to side. "It’s not my fault I’m handsome."

The crowd: "..."

Luo Jingwu chuckled. "Han Ling, how are your rifle scores?"

Han Ling thought for a moment and replied, "Decent."

"Decent?"

Luo Jingwu loved that answer. He grabbed Han Ling and started walking, telling the police instructor, "Go prepare the outdoor range. Bring the Type 95 assault rifle."

The instructor acknowledged the order.

The Type 95 automatic rifle was the SWAT unit’s primary assault weapon—long-ranged, powerful, and highly stable. It could penetrate an eight-millimeter steel plate within a hundred meters and was capable of handling complex combat environments.

Internal SWAT assessments and training generally utilized the Type 95.

"Martial Arts Champion level? Come on, let’s go see."

"A sharpshooter has appeared? Which unit is he from?"

"I heard he’s from a local police station."

"What kind of nonsense are you spouting?"

The crowd followed Luo Jingwu to the outdoor range. Along the way, more officers were drawn in, and after asking about the situation, they joined the spectators. Even the female civilian employees followed along.

"Come on, come on. It’s chilly, so take your shots while your hands are still warm. Five rounds." Luo Jingwu handed the rifle to Han Ling.

Han Ling considered whether he should hold back, but since he was now a police officer, there was no reason not to aim for the top. He raised the rifle and took aim.

The target was a hundred meters away. Luo Jingwu wanted to see his hundred-meter precision rifle marksmanship.

The Type 95 came equipped with a scope.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The magazine was empty; five shots, a perfect score.

"Holy shit!"

"Impressive! Absolutely impressive!"

The crowd was in an uproar, breaking into applause. If this were a demonstration, it would have been a flawlessly brilliant performance.

Was it difficult? Not impossibly so. In hundred-meter rifle precision training, a perfect score was the required goal—after all, the Type 95 had an effective range of 600 meters.

Luo Jingwu laughed heartily and asked, "Han Ling, have you ever practiced with a sniper rifle?"

The police academy’s criminal investigation major did not have sniper rifle courses.

Han Ling: "No."

If he admitted it, they would investigate, and then he’d have to answer where he practiced.

Luo Jingwu: "You’ll pick it up once you practice!"

With a sharp eye for pistols and rifles, even without prior experience with sniper rifles, a natural sharpshooter would master it quickly.

If he joined the SWAT unit, and they competed in the provincial SWAT elite competitions, wouldn't Qingchang City soar to new heights?

And then there was the National Public Security SWAT Challenge, which included marksmanship events.

Were there benefits to winning? Of course there were.

Not to mention the honor and morale; the city that produced the champion received preferential resource allocation!