Zhang Minghong was closer to Ye Jian. He asked her in a low voice, "How did you shoot just now? When the soldier ran over just now, his expression was a little off. He even looked at you a few times."
Ye Jian looked at the two figures behind the target who were bending down to pick up the shell casings. She smiled and said, "It's probably not easy to calculate since there's only one hole. The soldier couldn't figure it out, so he had to ask the platoon leader to take a look."
One… hole?
The truth came too suddenly. Zhang Minghong couldn't help but swallow his saliva. His throat moved a few times as he asked in a dry voice, "You meant that all the bullets you shot… made one hole? In the center?"
His instincts told him that Ye Jian would definitely tell him that it was the same bullet hole in the center point.
