The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

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The shooting range at the Wallaby Mountain War Wolf Special Forces training base was unnervingly quiet.

All the officers and soldiers stood motionless, their faces reflecting shock and disbelief.

The TLXL-99 super sniper rifle had just completed its first test on a moving target at an astounding 4.7 miles-ten shots, ten perfect bullseyes.

This unprecedented achievement in military history left everyone in awe. It seemed almost impossible, like something out of a dream.

The distance of 4.7 miles was beyond what the human eye could easily track, even with the most advanced

scopes.

A bullet traveling that far was subject to countless environmental factors-wind, air density, even dust- that could send it off course.

Yet, Robin had hit the target flawlessly, and all without the use of an advanced scope.

How could someone possess such extraordinary skill?

No one else in the world had pulled off a sniping feat like this.

The first thought that struck everyone was disbelief. How could this be real?

After a moment of stunned silence, Ernest had an idea.

Robin must be the son of some high-ranking military commander-one with immense power! He was sure the range officer must have known this and manipulated the results to protect him. He moved forward and said, "General Wilson, maybe you didn't lose after all." This caused a wave of confusion. as they turned to Ernest and Wilson.

What is he talking about?

The results have already been reported. How could there still be doubt?

Is he mad?

Ernest's next words came with an air of suspicion, "I want the range officer to bring the target closer for verification. I think there's some foul play here-"

Wilson barked, kicking

clearly showed the bullseyes with holes directly through the center, he

the range officer had

a hole

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stood frozen, his confidence deflating like a

really possess such

Robin, standing tall in the

with frustration. He took a deep breath and

range had fallen silent

won," Wilson said,

eyebrow lazily.

get. Why did you take

it, you can't possibly see a target at 4.7 miles, so how

stood still, their eyes glued to Robin,

with a towel before responding "A real sniper doesn't rely on

the air, sending a chill down

widened

the expression, and that exact phrase everything about it reminded him

down and looked

his eyes and doesn't develop his sixth sense will never be elite. He'll only ever be good, but never great. Even if they manage to shoot a target precisely 1.9 miles away, they would only be considered good." As Robin spoke, Jack's

his prediction had been true. Robin was probably the person he had been searching for all

him felt

same radiant sunset. They were once again standing at the legendary range where

deep respect, had spoken the

that Wilson had never been able to surpass the limitations of relying on his eyes to

the range seemed thick and

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