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

Chapter 840

"Nope." Mirabella's calm voice floated over as she nudged the brim of her hat up, squinting with her left eye while peering through the scope with her right. Her rifle was trained on three targets.

"Ah... I thought you would," Lisa said, blinking and whispering.

Next to them, Howard's lips twitched at Mirabella's 'no,' thinking she must be quite the braggart. Claiming she could show people a thing or two without any practice. Tsk.

But then, Howard's eyes landed on Mirabella's shooting stance, and to her surprise, it looked pretty professional. As she pondered this, Mirabella's finger squeezed the trigger. A crisp sound followed by the rapid succession of bullets, ending with a sudden, loud impact as they all hit the bullseye.

She was shooting in rapid succession, so all five bullets struck their mark. The onlookers widened their eyes in amazement.

"Wow, she's a pro! Hitting all the targets in rapid fire like that, and it's not easy."

"I just did single shots, had five chances, and missed only once. I was feeling pretty good about myself until now. This... this is on another level."

"The way this girl handles the gun is textbook, exactly like what the instructor showed us. She must have practiced before."

incredulous Howard, snapping her back to reality. Hadn't Mirabella just said she hadn't practiced? How could she hit all targets

own practice. Her single-shot firing had hit

didn't want to listen to the various praises from the male students

up, handed the rifle to another

humming and hawing, "Mira, you're too cool, managing rapid fire and all. The instructor didn't even teach us

Lisa, her delicate chin slightly lifted. "It's only twenty-five meters. Isn't it just about having hands? Do you even need

Lisa: "..."

Lisa gave a forced laugh.

not wanting to talk

she could do

sw nove

have missed her

said, then walked over