The club uses intelligent control. Zhang Haiyang only needs to make a sound, and the target machine will automatically adjust to the user's requirements.

There is a wall-free side of the room, and you can see that the outside world is a large area of ​​flat land, with a large number of targets standing here. One of the targets is marked No. 027. At Zhang Haiyang's request, it moved quickly, and in a moment it had moved to 800 meters.

"Try 800 meters first."

There is really only a little bit left at this distance, and the difficulty can be imagined.

My mind stared at this target, activated the plug-in, and automatically locked the aim.

Zhang Haiyang once again felt the feeling of a faint current spreading throughout his body. He was more like a puppet, adjusting every inch of muscle and every cell by plug-in.

As the trigger was pulled, the Type 103 breakthrough rifle made a "bang".

"Drip, 10 rings!"

"Ahhhh, yes!"

Zhang Haiyang clenched his fist excitedly and waved it hard in the air.

At 800 meters, the first shot was 10 rings, and it was the center of the bullseye.

"Bang!"

Zhang Haiyang fired another shot, and the second report rang out: "Drip, 10 rings!"

A smile appeared on Zhang Haiyang's face. His frown had loosened before, and his heart became proud.

"The target of 800 meters remains unchanged. Activate the moving target at a speed of 30 meters per second, and start simulated monster movement trajectory."
Chapter completed!