Chapter 67: Chapter 67: The Expert

Joe Ga's dominance in shooting had thoroughly intimidated Eric.

The guy who looked strikingly similar to the jerk in the movie "The Hangover", took out a simple anemometer and rangefinder to test things out, then jotted down the entire shooting process of Joe Ga on paper, finally circling the number 12.43 seconds in red.

Afterwards, with excitement, Eric watched Joe Ga as he struggled to swallow his saliva and said, "Can, can I take a look at your gun?"

With a frown, Joe Ga handed over his SVD, with the magazine removed, to Eric.

Watching the fat man drooling while carefully examining his gun, then muttering to himself, "Doesn't look like an SVD, Picatinny rails added, but the weight is off, the barrel is extended by 1.5 inches, and the barrel wall thickness has increased."

Having said that, Eric passed the gun back to Joe Ga, looked at him with an intensely fervent gaze, and said, "An SVD, even with specialized ammunition, couldn't guarantee accuracy at 800 meters, but you hit almost the exact same spot on the target with every shot.

This rifle isn't factory-made, where did you get it customized?

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At this moment, Joe Ga believed that Eric knew a thing or two. After taking back his gun and storing it away, he said, "I made this myself, and so did the WA2000.

What we're comparing isn't shooting skill, but the quality of the gun. Just try with confidence, if my gun isn't good enough, I'll destroy it immediately."

For some, being overpowered in their area of expertise is more effective than a hundred words of nonsense.

Eric followed Antar here persistently, just to mess with her interview.

He knew that Antar wouldn't survive in the fierce battlefield, so he didn't want her working in the SD area.

Being sarcastic was in Eric's nature, but this didn't mean he was a fool. The guy had significant influence in certain areas, so he wasn't afraid of someone like Joe Ga at all.

Otherwise, he'd have to be stupid to mess with someone who made a living with a gun in Africa.

However, now faced with Joe Ga's miraculous shooting performance, Eric, who adored shooting, set aside his previously frivolous and arrogant demeanor, nodded solemnly, and began mounting the scope on the WA2000.

Meanwhile, Nis and Antar were also busy. The two women sat together, chatting softly and discussing as they adjusted their sniper rifles.

Nis first chose the G29, while Antar, of course, went for the AWM.

As one of the hosts, Nis acted as the spotter first, assisting Antar with her trajectory adjustments for the AWM with a pair of binoculars.

Although Antar had lost her thumb, her movements were still swift. She set down the bipod and then lay prone on the ground, bracing the butt of the gun firmly against her shoulder.

Then, with the palm of her right hand against the grip and her left hand grasping the juncture of her right hand, her elbows formed a tripod to support the handle of the sniper rifle, a posture awkward but solid in holding the grip.

Seeing that Antar was ready, Nis picked up the binoculars, pointed at a calibration target 200 meters away, and said, "203 meters, aim for the chest grid, second row, second cell."

No sooner had Nis's voice fallen than Antar pulled the trigger.

A "bang" rang out, and a crisp sound came from the completely fixed target.

Nis, who had been watching the target intently, said, "The bullet deviated about 30 centimeters to the upper right."

Joe Ga saw that due to the recoil, not only did Antar's body shake, but her hands also moved because she couldn't grip the handle tightly, causing the front bipod to shift several centimeters to the side.

Being on target with the first shot, although it was just a 200-meter target, already proved a lot.

Eric, holding a WA2000 worth over 80,000 US dollars, fired his first shot and even Nis couldn't locate where the bullet went.

The grassland range was unfriendly in that regard; if you missed the target, you couldn't find where the bullet went.

Of course, it was an issue with the sight not being properly adjusted. However, an experienced shooter like Antar could make an initial adjustment from the start, ensuring that her first shot wasn't terribly off.

Eric began adjusting his sights when Antar fired her second shot, which landed just shy of where her first bullet had hit.

After firing, Antar frowned as she felt the barrel of the gun and then turned to Nis, saying, "This is really a great gun!"

Nis nodded and replied, "I've tried this gun; you don't have to worry about a cold barrel. It doesn't need 'warming up' at all."

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Joe Ga had been reading a lot about snipers lately and knew exactly what Antar was doing.

Usually, a sniper's first few shots are called cold barrel shots, because the barrel hasn't expanded from the heat and there are no remnants of gunpowder inside, which can affect the trajectory of the bullet.

This, of course, is not to say that a dirty barrel is better, but that a barrel will inevitably get dirty and hot when in use, and that's when it's shooting on its standard trajectory.

So, many experienced snipers will fire about ten bullets before heading out to get the barrel up to working condition.

Of course, that's the ideal state. The top snipers are even familiar with their guns' cold barrel trajectories.

That's why top snipers emphasize the concept of 'first round hit' so much. In many cases, this refers to cold barrel shooting, which is the most challenging part.

The snipers in the movies who seem invincible, often fail to kill the villain with their first shot at the critical moment; apart from the director's intentional arrangement, it's generally the same with average snipers.

Antar's two cold barrel shots both landed in almost the exact same spot, proving the superior craftsmanship of her AWM.

Of course, her shooting skill was also very impressive.

Compared to Antar, Eric was not doing well. It took him four shots before Nis could vaguely find the trajectory, and only after calling out the deviation, Eric's fifth shot formally hit the target.

Once a reference point was found, adjusting the trajectory became much easier.

Antar stopped after firing a magazine of five bullets, having zeroed her sniper rifle.

Eric took ten bullets to complete his zeroing.

Next came the interesting part. Antar skipped all the targets before 800 meters and went straight for the 1300-meter one.

Nis acted as her spotter, calling out the data, and after making her adjustments, she pulled the trigger.

"Bang"

"Clang~"

The first shot after zeroing hit the 1300-meter target!

At this point, Joe Ga had completely lost interest in Eric; that guy was indeed at a 'professional' level—professionally talking, but his shooting was terribly off.

A top-notch rifle like the WA2000 was no different from an ordinary shotgun in his hands.

Having to guess at an 800-meter target, it was apparent that a 15-power scope was somewhat crude for him. He needed a 25-power scope, and it would be best if he had a bench vise to keep the gun steady so the bullets wouldn't always miss the target.

After a few shots, the sensible heavyset man reduced the shooting distance and switched to the 600-meter target, which was where he fared a bit better.

Once Eric brought the distance down to where he could control it, he realized how terrifying the extreme precision of Joe Ga's WA2000 was—his bullets would go wherever he wanted as long as his hands were steady.

Getting carried away, Eric fired more than fifty bullets in succession until his shoulder became sore and he stopped.

He was about to praise the excellence of the rifle in his hands when he suddenly remembered his bet with Joe Ga, and the thought of his cherished WA2000 leaving him brought on a surge of sorrow.

However, he was quickly distracted by Antar's shooting.