"How is it? Did you hit the target?"
Luo Yangyang, who was in Feng Sheng's arms, turned to look at Jim.
Originally, she had no interest in shooting.
However, under Jim's ridicule and disdain, she was inspired to fight.
No matter what, even if she couldn't become a Sharpshooter, she couldn't be a fool with zero points.
After Jim locked onto the target, he was not surprised to see a hole in the center of the target.
Although this shot was pulled by his sister-in-law, it was the same as the boss shooting. It would be strange if it didn't hit the target.
"Yes."
Jim looked at Luo Yangyang, who was full of hope, and gave her a satisfactory answer.
"How many rings?"
Although Luo Yangyang did not know much about guns, she knew that a zero ring meant that she missed the target.
Then, from the outer edge to the center of the target, it was one to ten rings. Ten rings was the best result.