Chapter 390 - 373: Experts’ Revelry, Amateurs’ Depression
Mountain Eagle didn’t pay attention to Eddie and his team’s situation. He celebrated cheerfully with everyone, then volunteered to take the first shot of the second round at the 40-meter target...
Tessa affectionately kissed Mountain Eagle’s cheek and his pistol, then actively called over Supa and his squad from the 191 unit to help move the target frame.
Supa’s team was somewhat numb; he could accept the existence of a Sharpshooter, but it was hard to comprehend that everyone in a team could be a Sharpshooter.
In his understanding, a shooting range of 20 meters, not to mention obstacles, being able to accurately hit a wine bottle and a tomato with a pistol was considered skilled.
Being able to hit a bottle cap swaying in the wind was like one in ten thousand, a super elite.
Now, a whole team of such individuals, his so-called one in ten thousand elite, was merely the entry standard for them.
This blow was a bit too big for him!
Seeing Supa’s stunned look, Pigeon couldn’t help but pat him on the arm, saying, "Do you know who they are?"
Supa subconsciously shook his head...
Pigeon set up the target frame, pulled Supa aside, and shaking his head said, "They are Arctic Fox, the pinnacle of the Mercenary industry!
Each of them is a top expert in their field, each with their unique capabilities, and that’s how one gets selected into Arctic Fox.
Do you know how much money each person spends a year to maintain such a level of combat readiness?"