Getting $10 Trillion Out Of Nowhere
Chapter 1599: Two Minutes and Nineteen Seconds

Chapter 1599: Two Minutes and Nineteen Seconds

"The difference?"

Jaylen couldn't help but sneer, his expression filled with disdain.

"That's right. It's because I'm better-looking than you that Rachel likes me instead of you!"

Connor said with a grin.

"You're better-looking than me?"

Jaylen was speechless upon hearing his words.

He couldn't fathom where Connor got the courage to say such a thing.

"By the way, not only am I better-looking than you, I'm also wealthier, and most importantly, I'm a better shot than you. So, whether you want to pursue Rachel or wait until your next life, it's up to you!"

Connor patted his shoulder lightly, then walked out of the changing room.

Jaylen stared at Connor's departing figure, his expression incredibly bewildered. He found Connor's words quite laughable.

A moment later, they returned to the entrance of the shooting range.

To ensure fairness in the competition, Janson had brought in a referee.

The referee briefly inspected Connor and Jaylen's attire, then provided them with weapons – a rifle and a submachine gun each.

"Connor is a first-timer. Please explain the rules to him."

Janson whispered to the referee.

"The rules are quite simple. After both participants enter the range, the one who hits all the targets first wins. If a mistake occurs, it's considered a failure. In the event both complete the competition, the one with the shortest time is the winner."

The referee explained softly to Connor.

"Got it!"

Connor nodded, acknowledging the explanation.

Completing this competition was actually very challenging. First, you needed to hit all the targets, which tested a person's marksmanship. If you made a mistake, you would lose the opportunity to continue, and your result would be invalidated. Only hitting all the targets marked the completion of the competition. Afterward, the winner was determined based on the shortest time.

At this point, the members of the Wallace family present believed that he wouldn't be able to complete the competition. Hitting all the targets wasn't an easy feat.

Some targets would appear momentarily, while others would appear in groups of four or five, requiring the shooter to use both guns simultaneously, significantly increasing the difficulty.

Therefore, a shooting competition not only tested a person's marksmanship but also their psychological composure. Only those with strong mental fortitude could become true sharpshooters.

After all, true sharpshooters hit all the targets within a tight timeframe.

According to previous military district tests, even when using robots, the fastest time recorded was one minute and nine seconds. Thus, achieving a time of one minute and thirty seconds in the past was already a miracle, and it was likely a record that would be hard to surpass.

"Which one of you will go first?"

Janson whispered.

"I'll go first. It'll give Connor a chance to observe the terrain."

Jaylen volunteered.

"Alright, you go first then."

Janson nodded gently.

Jaylen walked directly into the shooting range.

At the moment, Jaylen held a significant advantage. Having just finished a previous competition, the terrain hadn't changed, giving him an edge in knowledge. He even knew the specific positions where enemies would appear. As such, he might break his own record this time.

However, this particular competition wouldn't be officially recorded. Only true competitions would be documented.

He also knew that since Connor had challenged him voluntarily, he must have some skills up his sleeve; otherwise, Connor wouldn't have come.

So, he decided to set a remarkable record to surprise him.

By doing so, Connor might become flustered, and he might even make mistakes due to nervousness. Jaylen could then mock him thoroughly.

Meanwhile, Connor's expression remained calm as he focused on Jaylen's position. He seemed entirely devoid of nervousness.

Inside the shooting range.

"Are you ready?"

The referee asked Jaylen softly.

"I'm ready..."

Jaylen nodded lightly.

"321! Begin!"

The referee shouted, and Jaylen immediately rushed into the shooting range with his weapon.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Gunshots followed in quick succession.

Watching from outside the range, the Wallace family members could observe the situation inside on screens. Jaylen's ability to win the shooting competition's championship for three consecutive years demonstrated his skill.

After he entered the shooting range, he hardly missed a shot. He easily took down each target, hitting them all in the head. With his familiarity with the target positions and his smooth movements, Jaylen's performance was flawless.

At this moment, Connor wore a very serious expression. He had been observing Jaylen's every move because the targets that Jaylen hit were the ones he would need to hit next. He had to memorize their locations in a short amount of time.

In the blink of an eye, Jaylen had hit all the targets.

When the final shot was fired, the referee blew the whistle, and the timer stopped at two minutes and nineteen seconds.

Jaylen's previous record was two minutes and thirty seconds. This time, he had shaved off ten seconds – a considerable improvement. It was worth noting that shaving off ten seconds in a competition like this was a significant achievement.

However, upon seeing this result, his expression was somewhat disappointed.

Since he had participated in this competition before, he was very familiar with the terrain. He believed he had a good chance of breaking the two-minute mark this time. Yet, in the end, he achieved a time of two minutes and eight seconds.

This time might be the limit for Jaylen. After all, the next time he participated, the target positions would change, making it unlikely that he could be even faster.

Thinking this, Jaylen couldn't help but respect Frazer, who had set the 1-minute-30-second record.

"Two minutes and nineteen seconds is a great result. In recent years, few have managed to go below two minutes and thirty seconds!"

The referee said cheerfully to Jaylen.

"I was lucky this time. This result isn't my true performance!"

Jaylen modestly said.

Upon hearing this, the referee smiled faintly, then looked at Connor and said softly, "Get ready, it's almost your turn!"

Connor walked up to the front of the shooting range, his steps determined.