The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 437 They Are Requesting Reinforcements

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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 Ernest

he snapped, "In broad daylight, with ten perfect shots-how could that be

the range officer had already

targets each had a hole

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a popped balloon. He collapsed

possess such

standing tall in the sunlight,

a deep breath and

shooting range had fallen silent

Ramsey, you've won," Wilson said, his voice thick

eyebrow

don't get. Why did you take off

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

Xavier stood still, their

his hands with a towel before responding "A real sniper doesn't rely on his eyes to find his target. He uses

the air, sending a chill

widened in

exact phrase everything about it reminded him

placed the towel down and looked ahead

who only trains his eyes and doesn't develop his sixth sense will never be elite. He'll only ever be good, but never great. Even

Robin was probably the person he

racing. The scene before him

were once again standing at the legendary range where Draconia's most famous sniper had created his

earned Wilson's deep

the limitations of relying on his eyes to shoot, and his maximum range

range seemed thick

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