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Ren stared at the boss with keen interest and asked, "So, what are the specific rules for the shooting competition?"
The boss's eyes flashed with a hint of cunning, then he slowly said, "Alright, listen." He pulled out a simple printed flyer from under the counter, which listed the basic rules of the competition. Ren carefully read it while the boss provided explanations.
"First of all, in this competition, we prohibit the use of fully automatic weapons to ensure that each participant's shooting is based on their skill rather than the advantage of the firearm." The boss's gaze swept over Ren's face, as if to make sure he understood this point.
He continued, "Furthermore, large-caliber firearms are also not allowed. The purpose here is actually to protect our target machines. You know, these target machines are not cheap." With that, he chuckled.
Ren continued to look at the brochure and noticed a rather unusual rule. The boss seemed to have noticed too and added, "Yes, you read it right. In this competition, shooting at other participants' targets is allowed. This is also a highlight of this competition. So, besides your own shooting skills, you also need to be careful of possible attacks from other participants."
Ren put down the brochure, pondered for a moment, and then smiled slightly, "This competition is really interesting. It's not just a test of skills, but more of a test of strategy and observation."
The boss nodded in satisfaction and tapped the table, "Exactly right! In a real battlefield, you not only need to focus on your own aiming and shooting, but also be aware of your surroundings at all times to ensure you don't become someone else's target. This design is meant to simulate real battlefield conditions more closely."
After listening to the introduction of the competition rules, Ren nodded lightly. He seemed quite interested in the design of this competition, finding it more challenging than regular shooting competitions. He quickly holstered the " TAMAYURA " at his waist, indicating that he was ready to participate in the competition.
The boss looked at Ren's determination and seemed very satisfied. Then he smiled and said, "Come on, I'll take you to the shooting range." He got up and led Ren to the other end of the store, where there was a spacious indoor shooting range.
As soon as they entered the shooting range, Ren was immediately struck by the strong smell of gunpowder and the continuous sound of gunfire. Almost every shooting area had a participant standing, focusing on shooting their respective targets, while also keeping an eye on the movements of other participants.
On one side of the shooting range, there is a high platform with a large number of speakers installed, and a young host is standing on it. He is wearing a hat and clothes with a bit of a rock style, and he is loudly reporting the situation of the competition with a microphone: "Okay, there are only five minutes left! Currently leading is the 'Night Hunter' from zone three, who has hit 15 targets! But closely following is the 'Silver Fox' from zone seven, trailing by only two! Everyone, look, the shooter from zone five is secretly aiming at other people's targets, wow, successfully hit one! What an amazing strategy!"
The boss said to Ren, "This is the shooting range. You can go in and try it out first. The competition hasn't officially started yet, so you still have time to get familiar with it."
Ren nodded, expressing gratitude for the boss's kindness. The boss looked at him, revealing trust and fondness for this loyal customer, and said with a slight smile, " Ren, I know your capabilities. Most people here are no match for you. But still, be cautious of new faces, Night City always has endless surprises. Good luck in the competition."
Ren listened, feeling some emotion in his heart. Night City was indeed a place full of variables. Even though he had experienced countless battles, here, he still had to be vigilant. He began to look around, observing every participant on the shooting range. He wasn't looking for trouble, just wanting to be fully prepared.
He noticed a man wearing a black aviator hat, with sharpness in his eyes. From his stance, gun grip, to the stability of each shooting, it was evident that he was a seasoned shooter. Beside him was a brightly colored, uniquely dressed woman, whose eyes carried a playful look, as if this competition was just a game to her.
Ren silently noted these two individuals, believing them to be strong opponents in the upcoming competition. He adjusted his breathing, took a deep breath, and prepared himself for the impending start of the match.
As the first round of the preliminary competition comes to an end, the atmosphere on site is gradually heating up. Applause and cheers are heard one after another, as everyone looks forward to the next round of the competition. The host continues to excitedly announce on stage, "Alright, our competition will continue! The next group of contestants, please get ready!"
"Next, the second round of the preliminary competition is about to begin. Contestant number five, Ren, please take the stage!" The host's voice reverberates throughout the entire gun store, attracting numerous eyes.
Ren walked steadily to the designated target number five. His pace was neither slow nor fast, showing great confidence. He took out his " TAMAYURA " from his waist, checked it briefly, confirmed everything was ready, and glanced at the other competitors. His gaze passed through the crowd: some were young beginners, looking nervous; some were middle-aged competitors, exuding experience and confidence in their eyes; and there were seemingly older participants, but their marksmanship was precise and their experience abundant.
Of course, different competitors had different equipment and styles. Some used advanced-looking weapons, while others were more traditional. Ren briefly assessed his opponents, then focused his attention and aimed at his own target. He knew that in this competition, the biggest enemy was himself. Only by defeating himself could he achieve victory.
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