Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 98

Luther heard him and he eyed Felix seriously, "It was both of you who shot off the target, and I was just

short of an 8 ring. Don't talk about me like I was incompetent as you guys. Besides, it was all because

you two kept interfering with me!"

Joyce just burst out laughing, "Got it, I'll do my best."

"Don't worry, she should get through." Luther pushed Felix out of the way like he was disgusted with

him, "Get out of the way."

Luther had seen Joyce shoot at the four cars trailing them, and she never missed a single shot back

then.

Although the full target for the 50m pistol test was small, she should be fine.

"Mrs. Warner, this way please." The staff reached out and respectfully led Joyce to the shooting table, This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

introducing her one by one, "These are the goggles, these are the headphones, and this is ......"

"I used them before. You don't have to introduce these, thank you." Joyce smiled faintly at the staff.

That confident smile, as if it had some sort of infectious power, charmed the crowd.

The staff nodded and hurriedly stepped back to the side and pressed a button, "You may begin."

Instantly, all the display screens in the range lit up, and the azure screen showed ten blank frames,

waiting for the announcement of each targeting score.

Joyce rubbed the back of her hands together, put on her goggles and headphones, and then, she held

up the pistol.

Really, it had been a long time since she last shot a target.

She thought.

First, just a random shot to try the gun.

With a "Bang," there was a gunshot.

The result was immediately displayed on the screen: 9.7.

"Wow, wow, wow." Felix squealed in succession regardless of his manners, "Amazing, amazing, 9.7

rings. Luther, I remember the best you got was just a 9.6."

Mathew looked up from his console and glanced at the screen, seemingly unsurprised as he muttered

to himself, "Oh, she just fired a random shot."

"What did you say?" Felix didn't hear.

"Didn't say anything, you guys go on and watch the good show." Mathew continued to play his game.

Joyce heard the result reported on the radio, 9.7, and she shook her head straight away, looking

extremely dissatisfied. Her hand had got really rusty these years.

It should not have been like this. She cheered herself up. Once again, she aimed seriously and fired

another shot.

Screencast: 10.5.

Felix's eyes went wide and he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

The casual smile on Luther's lips gradually froze. He narrowed his long eyes, watching the back of

Joyce, and could no longer get his eyes off the woman.

She was so handsome, and it was like she was born for it.

Joyce was still not satisfied with this result. After a long time, she gradually found the feeling of the old

days on the field.

10.3.

10.7.

10.8.

10.9.

10.9.

10.9.

10.9.

10.9.

The last five shots seemed to be locked at 10.9. At that moment, she seemed to be back on her old

competition field, surrounded by all the people who had been there just for her, screaming and

cheering. She held her breath, concentrated, and fired another perfect shot.

Fortunately, despite all the time she spent away from the field, she had not changed.