Chapter 66: Chapter 66 I Want to Know How Ignorant I Am

Antar was the most embarrassed person present! Eric's attitude made Antar very uncomfortable; she had to grab Eric and whisper something to him in Swedish over and over. While waiting for Nis to make a phone call, Joe Ga watched the interaction between Antar and Eric; he seemed to sense something... The relationship between Antar and Eric didn't seem like that of friends; it was more akin to that of a star and a braindead fan. In the eyes of an extreme braindead fan, an idol doesn't need to eat or defecate; their idol needs to act according to their imagination. As the top-tier sniper idol in Eric's eyes, coming to SD, this godforsaken place to look for a job, certainly didn't fit Eric's imagination. This was a desecration of his idol; once the idol acted in such a way, the braindead fan would feel as insulted as if it were a personal affront. Having seen a clearer picture of the relationship between the two, Joe Ga suddenly felt a bit of sympathy for Antar. It was clear that Antar, the Kurdish female sniper, had received help from Eric in Sweden, but unfortunately, she had been entangled by this braindead fan. Perhaps the worst thing for an idol was that this braindead fan was also quite influential; 'Kopke' was a surname that Joe Ga felt he should have heard before... Seeing Nis give him a thumbs-up, signaling that the shooting range was ready, Joe Ga said to Eric, "What gun are you accustomed to using? I can't wait to see how ignorant I am." Eric patted the anxious Antar's hand and then walked up to Joe Ga with a feminine gait, speaking in an obnoxiously irritating tone, "I'm used to the Walther WA2000, and Antar is used to the Precision International's L115A3. Of course, you definitely don't have these two guns, so I'll take a Sako TRG42, and Antar can use an M24 as well." Seeing Joe Ga's awkward expression, Eric spread his hands and said, "You don't have even these, do you? Then a civilian Remington 700 would also do, but if you don't have quality bullets, we can't perform to our full ability." Joe Ga looked at Eric, who was nearly bereft of emotional intelligence, and shook his head, "We have all the guns you're asking for; I'll get someone to fetch them right now." Turning to the embarrassed Antar, he smiled and shook his head, "I really have gained some insight; I was indeed a bit ignorant in the past!" Antar seemed to understand that Joe Ga was saying he had encountered some oddities today; the girl hesitated with an awkward expression and said, "Eric is a good person, and a great shooter, he just, well, has a bit too high expectations of me." "Hey, Antar, why bother telling this guy all this? There's no need to talk to these amateurs. Once they're on the shooting range, they'll see how ignorant they are. S~eaʀᴄh the nôᴠel Fire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. He probably thinks the WA2000 is common as dirt." If a person's irritability had a score, this guy named Eric would surely get full marks; he made Antar, the disabled sniper, seem as lovely as an Angel, almost making Joe Ga forget the original purpose of the interview. Stopping Nis, who was ready to drive home to get the guns, Joe Ga, not wanting to stay with Eric, said annoyingly, "You take them to the shooting range; I'll get the guns." The usually chilly Nis didn't seem to dislike Eric and, seeing Joe Ga upset, could actually manage a smile. She obediently nodded and said, "I understand. I'll take them over; could you please bring all my guns too, both TAC-50 and G29? I have some questions I'd like to ask Antar!" Because of his frustration, Joe Ga drove very fast. He indeed had a WA2000 in his gun room, and what Eric called the L115A3 was actually an AWM, which he also had. Both guns were renowned for their precision; AWM was not bad, but the WA2000 was acknowledged as the king of precision, with a factory price tag of over 80,000 US dollars, and it was not even available for purchase. ``` This semi-automatic sniper rifle, with its unique caliber, is not only smaller in size, but also can achieve a precision that bolt-action rifles cannot match. It is definitely a great gun worthy of collectors' treasuring. Joe Ga brought out more as a show of defiance, but on his way to the shooting range, he began to realize something. It seemed he had been provoked by Eric, and what was supposed to be a simple test turned into something else entirely. Even after shaking hands with Antar, he almost wanted to skip the testing altogether. Join the adventure on m-vl-e-mpyr Now, not only did he have to compete with them, but he also staked his entire 'nest egg.' Joe Ga wasn't sure if Eric had done it on purpose. Although he had realized this, he still wanted to pull the guy's tongue out and slap him across the face! He took out the WA2000 and AWM, in addition to Nis's two sniper rifles and his own SVD, and floored the pedal all the way to the shooting range. Seeing Nis and Antar chatting and laughing, while Eric was swatting bugs around him like a monkey, Joe Ga's mood lightened up a bit. He deliberately dawdled in the car for a while until Eric, with a swollen face, started shouting. Then, Joe Ga finally opened the door and got out, calling Nis over to help carry the guns. Joe Ga's SVD was simply encased in a gun bag, but the other sniper rifles were housed in exquisite gun cases. When Joe Ga opened a mahogany gun case revealing the WA2000 inside, Eric's eyes popped. This rude fellow elbowed past Nis, ran his fingers over the gun, checked the 8 mm specialized bullets, then carefully picked up the rifle to feel its weight... "This is a fake!" With a look of disdain, Eric said to Joe Ga, "Don't you know that just imitating the appearance of something is useless?" Joe Ga, smiling, replied, "If you know what you're talking about, tell me about its performance later. You said you also have a WA2000, so you should be very familiar with this type of gun. You'll be in charge of using this one. If mine isn't as good as yours, then I'll destroy it on the spot. The same goes for you – do you dare?" Joe Ga didn't like betting, but Eric's attitude was truly irritating. It wouldn't do to kill him, and considering the uncertainty around the guy's identity, making him feel the pain of defeat and then shut up seemed like the best course of action. Seeing Eric confidently nod in agreement to the bet, Joe Ga smiled and said, "Then let's start. I am a precision shooter, the WA2000's accurate shooting range is around 800 meters. Let's compete with a target at 800 meters and see how you do. You don't have any issues with that, do you?" Upon hearing this, Eric furrowed his brow and looked at Joe Ga's SVD, asking, "You're using this?" Joe Ga didn't want to waste words with Eric; he simply loaded the magazine, took a half-crouch position on the ground, and fired at several 800 meter steel targets marked on the shooting range. Perhaps it was because he found the man particularly annoying, but Joe Ga seemed to perform above his usual level. The rapid firing at long distance occurred with almost no breaks. Ten shots, and after each bang, a distant crisp sound of the steel target being hit echoed faintly. Eric, who had been observing through binoculars since the moment Joe Ga got ready to shoot, stopped his stopwatch right after the last shot and said to Joe Ga with a look of disbelief, "12 seconds 43, how did you do that?" Joe Ga worked the bolt to check the chamber, then removed the magazine. As he was packing up, he said, "Is it that hard? Professionals like you should be better than me. I'm waiting for you to show me. Of course, we're not just comparing shooting skills, but I'm sure I could do just what I did now with the WA2000 as well. Go ahead and try, and if my gun holds you back, be sure to let me know; it would be good for me to learn just how ignorant I am." ```