The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

Chapter 839

Time flies, and just like that, over ten days of our month-long boot camp had zipped past.

The last two days were the highlight: target shooting. It was easily the most exciting part of the training. We used standard-issue automatic rifles, but for safety, our rifles were actually electronic. They gave us the feel of the real deal without the danger. After a few rounds of demos and explanations, it was our turn to practice. The grand finale was a comprehensive assessment on the last day.

We were grouped into sets of ten for our turns. This time around, Lisa and Mirabella were in the same group. A guy in front of them was taking aim and shooting, while Lisa watched eagerly from the sidelines.

Mirabella stood nearby, glancing briefly at the guy's aim before looking away. The sun was glaring, so she tugged her cap down to shield her forehead, her deep, almond-shaped eyes hidden in the shadow.

Just then, the guy who had been aiming fired, resulting in a clear shot.

A few seconds later, Lisa's voice rang out, tinged with disappointment, "Ah... missed again."

Out of ten people, the first seven had all missed their targets completely.

Lisa turned to Mirabella, "Our group isn't going to end up with zero hits, is it?"

crossed and standing tall, simply replied,

her nose, intrigued by the shooting practice despite its apparent

next to her loaded the gun and handed

a bit nervous, and when she lay on the

crouching next to her, her voice calm and steady, "Hold the barrel up with your left hand, rest the butt against your right shoulder...

guidance, Lisa still fumbled around for a while before barely managing to position the gun correctly; as

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result was as expected-a

Lisa had a

Missing the basic twenty-five-meter drill

well and sighed, handing the gun to Mirabella,

"Let me show you how

playing along,

of shooting, came over

seen girls act this way, even calling each