Bang!
Bang! ...
Nine consecutive shots—without the slightest pause, without the slightest deviation.
By the final shot, Sinclair halted his movements.
Camilla stared at the scoring screen in disbelief.
All bullseyes?
How was that possible?!
She turned to Ramsey, expecting to see the same astonishment on his face.
Yet Ramsey merely shrugged at her with complete composure.
Clearly, he had anticipated this outcome all along.
Only then did Camilla realize—Sinclair's marksmanship far surpassed anything she had imagined.
Bang!
With a slight adjustment of his angle, Sinclair fired the last shot.
Yet this time, the bullet merely grazed the outermost ring.
Anyone could see right through his intentions. Sinclair set down the gun and pulled off the black blindfold.
Sinclair didn't even glance at the electronic scoreboard displaying the rings.
Instead, his lips curved into a faint smirk as he looked at Camilla.
"Barely won."
