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?"

arms crossed and standing tall, simply replied,

intrigued by the shooting practice

the gun and handed

when she lay on the ground,

"Hold the barrel up with your left hand, rest the butt

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

JMS

was as expected-a complete

had a

quietly. Missing the basic twenty-five-meter drill

Mirabella's silence, Lisa knew she hadn't performed well and

remarking, "Let me

mouth twitched, playing along,

had just finished their first round of shooting, came over to watch and couldn't help but

had never seen girls act this way,