Antar was the most embarrassed person present!

This Erica came up and offended Joja to death, making Antar very uncomfortable. She had to hold Erica back and whispered something in Swedish.

While waiting for Nis to make a phone call, Joja watched the interaction between Antar and Erica. He seemed to sense something...

Antar and Erica seemed to have a relationship that was not that of friends, but more like that between a star and a crazy fan.

In the eyes of extreme crazy fans, idols don't need to eat or poop. Their idols need to do things according to their imagination.

As the top sniper in Erica's eyes, who came to this ghost place called SD to find a job, it obviously didn't meet Erica's expectations.

This was a blasphemy against her idol. Once the idol did this, this crazy fan would feel insulted as if it were their own insult.

Having seen a little bit of the relationship between the two, Joja suddenly felt a bit sympathetic towards Antar.

It was obvious that Antar, this Kurdish female sniper, had received help from Erica in Sweden, but unfortunately, she was being bothered by this crazy fan.

Seeing Nis giving him a thumbs up, indicating that the shooting range was ready.

Joja said to Erica, "What gun do you prefer? I can't wait to know how ignorant I am."

Erica patted Antar's anxious hand and walked up to Joja in a very sissy manner. She said in a provocative tone, "I prefer the Walther WA2000, and Antar prefers the Accuracy International L115A3.

Of course, you definitely don't have these two guns, so I'll go with a Sako TRG42, and Antar can use the M24."

As Erica looked at Joja's strange expression, she shrugged and said, "Don't tell me you don't have any of these? Then the civilian Remington 700 will do, but if you don't have qualified bullets, we won't be able to fully unleash our abilities."

Joja looked at Erica, who had almost no emotional intelligence, as if he was looking at a ghost. He shook his head and said, "You can have the guns you want. I'll have someone fetch them for you."

Saying that, Joja looked at Antar, who had an embarrassed expression on her face, and smiled and shook his head. "I have indeed gained some insight. I was indeed a bit ignorant in the past!"

Antar probably understood that Joja was saying that she had encountered a weirdo today. This girl hesitated for a moment with a hesitant expression and said, "Erica is a good person and a great shooter. It's just that, um, he has a bit too high expectations of me."

"Hey, Antar, why are you telling this guy all this? It's unnecessary to talk to these amateurs. Once we're on the shooting range, he'll know how ignorant he is.

He might even think that the WA2000 is just like the AKM."

If a person's annoyance index had a score, this guy named Erica would definitely score full marks. He made Antar, this disabled sniper, look as cute as an angel. It even made Joja forget the original purpose of the interview.

Stopping Nis, who was about to drive home to get the guns, Joja said angrily, "You take them to the shooting range. I'll go get the guns."

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Nis, who was usually cold, didn't seem to dislike Erica. Seeing Joja getting angry, this girl could still smile.

She obediently nodded and said, "I understand. I'll take them there. Can you please bring all my guns, the TAC-50 and G29? I have some questions I want to ask Antar!"

Because he was in a bad mood, Joja drove the car very fast.

In his gun room, he did have a WA2000, and Erica's so-called L115A3 was actually an AWM, which he also had.

These two guns were super famous for their accuracy. The AWM was slightly better, but the WA2000 was recognized as the king of accuracy. Its factory price exceeded 80,000 US dollars and was not available for purchase.

This semi-automatic sniper rifle with a unique caliber not only had a smaller size, but also had accuracy that surpassed bolt-action rifles. It was definitely a good gun worth collecting for enthusiasts.

Joja took them out more out of spite, but on the way to the shooting range, he started to have second thoughts.

It seemed like he had been provoked by Erica. Originally, it was just a simple test. Even after shaking hands with Antar, he wanted to skip the testing process.

Now he not only had to compete with them, but also had to bring out his "arsenal".

Joja didn't know if Erica did it on purpose, although he had some second thoughts, he still wanted to smash Erica's face. The tone of this bastard's speech was really infuriating!

Taking out the WA2000 and AWM, and also taking Nis's two sniper rifles and his own SVD, Joja stepped on the accelerator and rushed to the shooting range.

Seeing Nis and Antar chatting and laughing, while Erica was constantly swatting bugs like a monkey, Joja's mood improved slightly.

He deliberately lingered in the car for a while, until Erica started shouting and yelling. Only then did Joja push the door and get out of the car, asking Nis to help him with the guns.Joja's SVD was simply stowed in a gun bag, while the other sniper rifles were housed in exquisite gun cases.

When Joja opened a mahogany gun case, revealing the WA2000 inside, Erica's eyes widened in surprise.

The man rudely pushed Nis aside, ran his hand over the gun, checked the accompanying 8mm special bullets, then carefully picked up the gun to feel it...

"This is a knockoff!"

Erica said, looking at Joja with utter contempt, "Do you Chinese people just love counterfeit goods?"

Joja suppressed the urge to punch this guy in the face, and said, "If you know what you're talking about, you can tell me how it performs later.

You said you also have a WA2000, so you should be very familiar with this type of gun. You will be responsible for using this gun later. If my gun is not as good as yours, I can destroy it on the spot. The same goes for your gun, do you dare?"

Joja was not a man who liked to gamble, but Erica had really pissed him off. He was getting impatient and wanted to end this farcical interview quickly.

As for talent, anyone who could be friends with a jerk like Erica, their true level of 'talent' was probably discounted.

Seeing Erica confidently nodding in agreement to the bet, Joja sneered and said, "Then let's get started. I am a precision shooter, the accurate shooting range of the WA2000 is about 800 meters, so let's compete with an 800-meter target. Let me see your level.

You have no problem with that, right?"

Erica frowned at Joja's SVD and asked, "You're using this?"

Joja didn't want to waste any more words with Erica. He loaded the magazine, squatted on the ground, and fired continuously at the 800-meter steel targets marked on the shooting range.

Perhaps because he was quite angry, Joja seemed to be performing above his usual level.

The long-distance rapid shooting had almost no interval. Ten bullets, and after each gunshot, a crisp sound of steel target being hit could be faintly heard from afar.

Erica, who had been observing through a telescope from the moment Joja prepared to shoot, pressed the stopwatch in his hand the moment Joja fired the last shot, then looked at Joja as if he had seen a ghost, "12 seconds 43, how did you do that?"

Joja pulled the bolt to check the chamber, then unloaded the magazine. As he packed up his gun bag, he said, "Is it that hard?

Professional players like you should be better than me. I'm waiting for your performance.

Of course, if my gun is holding you back, you must tell me. Let me know how ignorant I am."