C390 Shooting Contest

"How do we compete?" The Direwolf stood there like a javelin.

"It's very simple, it's just a normal shooting competition. A thousand meters, whoever hits the target first wins." Lin Yi said lightly.

"Alright!" The Direwolf raised the sniper rifle in her hands, her eyes sharp.

The two of them stood in a row as a soldier about a kilometer away prepared to throw a rock