Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 341: Manipulation

There were twenty frisbees on the moving target, and the nun had already smashed the first eight with only seven bullets.

But the nun felt that it was not enough, especially the sixth bullet. She had the opportunity to hit two targets at the same time with this bullet, but failed to do so for various reasons.

not enough! not enough! not enough!

She held the gun, her eyes so fierce and fierce that she almost fired the gun as soon as the ninth Frisbee was thrown.

No, no, no!

The nun consoled herself again in her heart.

Don't be bound by past mistakes. Don't regret and invest too much energy in things that cannot be undone. This will only affect the present.

So she shot and smashed the ninth frisbee, because she needed a little time to recover, so she had no time to keep staring at the ninth frisbee.

In the next eleven discs, the nun hit two more double shots, and her final total score was seventeen shots and twenty discs hit.

"Okay! It looks like the human lady has completed all of her target practice. Let's calculate her score." After the nun completed the moving target project, the commentator began calculating:

"The human lady scored 20 hits with 17 shots at the moving target! The fixed target scored 10 hits with 9 shots! The fixed and moving targets accounted for one-third and two-thirds respectively, so the total score is the hit rate of these two shootings multiplied by the percentage coefficient and then added together. Let's see... uh... the human lady's total hit rate is..."

The numbers on the electronic counter on the large screen of the spacecraft began to jump rapidly, and finally stopped at a number:

115.468%

"Over 115 percent hit rate!!!" Orc Commentator No. 2 shouted passionately, "This is a miraculous achievement! If it weren't for that one mistake, this human lady's hit rate would have been over 120 percent!!! Let's cheer for her!!!"

“waaaagh!!!!!”

The orcs in the cooling tower burst into thunderous roars again. The nun did not respond to the cheers of these aliens, and did not even pay attention to Harden who was applauding him. Instead, she returned to the human stands and sat next to Howard.

"You did a great job." Howard also applauded the nun: "Thank you for your hard work."

The nun nodded to Howard, then she looked at the weak Eldar and asked, "Are you feeling better?"

Mei's face was pale, her lips bloodless, but she still responded to the nun: "Thank you, I feel much better now."

So the nun sat up straight again and began to meditate with her eyes closed. Although her performance was still not perfect, she definitely tried her best, so she had no regrets whether she won or lost.

Moreover, she was confident that she would not lose. Shooting, a high-precision sport, was not something orcs were good at. Yet, she had achieved a total hit rate of 115%. She was confident that without the use of psychic powers and intelligent weapons, no human on this planet or even in this galaxy could achieve a more exaggerated hit rate than hers.

"The human lady's achievement is remarkable! I'd even venture to say that most of the beasts here couldn't achieve this." After the nun returned to the stands, Commentator No. 2 continued, "But unfortunately! She will soon face the mighty Crazy Fang! Crazy Fang is unmatched! Invincible! Let us believe! Let us look forward to seeing how He will shatter humanity's illusions of victory!"

"waaaagh!!!"

Amid the cheers of the orcs, the war leader walked into the white circle. The circle was too small for him, so he could only step one foot on top of the other to stay within the boundaries.

"Which animal drew the circle?! Which animal drew the circle?! Why don't you come out and redraw it?!!" the tour guide shouted angrily.

"No need!" Harden stopped the commentator and said, "Sister Gloria can achieve such remarkable results in this circle, so can I."

"The great Crazy Fang proclaimed his fairness and honor to all beasts!" Harden finished his announcement, and the commentator immediately followed up with a flattering response: "Then let's see what Crazy Fang plans to do."

Harden's weapon of choice was an orc rifle. One hundred meters away from him, ten clay pots were rearranged, but their positions and heights were very different from when the nun shot them.

Harden pulled the bolt and took aim.

"boom!"

The first bullet fired, but it just grazed a clay pot. The airflow caused by the bullet caused the pot to shake slightly, but it did not leave any marks on the surface.

Harden's first shot missed the target.

The cheers of the orcs in the cooling tower gradually died down. Even the second commentator didn't know how to explain it. After a moment, he stammered, "It's...it's humility...Harden deliberately missed the shot...to show his humility..."

"Roar!"

But these words of compensation sounded more like a mockery to Harden, so he roared and threw the gun in his hand, and accurately knocked the brass disco ball microphone in the hand of commentator No. 2 away.

After knocking the microphone away, Harden's folded feet fell down and stepped outside the line in a dignified manner.

He did not think that he was committing a foul. Strictly speaking, these small shrimps were qualified to compete with him out of his kindness. What rules? He was the rule!

"You tampered with the gun!" Harden looked at the human stands angrily.

On the human side of the stands, everyone except Howard was confused. Even Howard was a little confused because he didn't give any instructions to Om Messiah to interfere with Harden's shooting.

"Where's the evidence?" The nun stood up and asked, "We haven't touched your gun at all. We didn't even know it existed before you took it out. All the arrangements for the venue were made by your people. How could we have tampered with your weapon?"

The nun's words stumped Harden. Initially, Harden had instinctively assumed his missed shot was the work of a human, but he had no real evidence. Furthermore, after the nun's words, and after he'd reflected on the situation, his suspicion and anger had subsided considerably.

Could it be that the gun that had accompanied him for decades broke down at the critical moment and made him look bad?

Harden couldn't help but have this doubt in his heart, but unfortunately, the gun he had just thrown out smashed through the outer layer of the cooling tower and disappeared, so he had no chance to study and verify it.

So, because there was no substantial evidence and the nun who had won his respect had refuted him, Harden did not continue to doubt this group of humans.