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."

to reality. Hadn't Mirabella just said she hadn't practiced? How could she

own practice. Her single-shot firing had hit the targets, but not the bullseye even once. So, was this girl showing

to listen to the various praises from the male students anymore. She turned and walked back to her

rifle to another student, and walked aside, dusting off

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

twenty-five meters. Isn't it just about having hands? Do you even need

Lisa: "..."

forced laugh. "Sure, thanks. I'll keep

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the bathroom," Mirabella said, then walked over to the instructor to