The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 839

Time flies, and just like that, over ten days of our month-long boot camp had zipped past.

The last two days were the highlight: target shooting. It was easily the most exciting part of the training. We used standard-issue automatic rifles, but for safety, our rifles were actually electronic. They gave us the feel of the real deal without the danger. After a few rounds of demos and explanations, it was our turn to practice. The grand finale was a comprehensive assessment on the last day.

We were grouped into sets of ten for our turns. This time around, Lisa and Mirabella were in the same group. A guy in front of them was taking aim and shooting, while Lisa watched eagerly from the sidelines.

Mirabella stood nearby, glancing briefly at the guy's aim before looking away. The sun was glaring, so she tugged her cap down to shield her forehead, her deep, almond-shaped eyes hidden in the shadow.

Just then, the guy who had been aiming fired, resulting in a clear shot.

A few seconds later, Lisa’s voice rang out, tinged with disappointment, “Ah... missed again.”

Out of ten people, the first seven had all missed their targets completely.

Lisa turned to Mirabella, “Our group isn’t going to end up with zero hits, is it?”

Mirabella, with her arms crossed and standing tall, simply replied, “Your turn, good luck.”

Lisa touched her nose, intrigued by the shooting practice despite its apparent difficulty.

The guy next to her loaded the gun and handed it to Lisa.

Taking the gun, Lisa felt a bit nervous, and when she lay on the ground, she hardly knew how to position the rifle.

Mirabella glanced at her, then took a few steps forward, crouching next to her, her voice calm and steady, “Hold the barrel up with your left hand, rest the butt against your right shoulder… your index finger should be on the trigger guard, align the sights, and aim.”

Howard, from the next group who had just finished their first round of shooting, came over to watch and couldn’t help but laugh at Mirabella and Lisa’s banter.

He had never seen girls act this way, even calling each other "dad"? Ridiculous.

He thought he was good because his family was well-off, and he had gone shooting with classmates in high school and had practiced since, making him the best in their group.

He stood by, leisurely waiting to see how Mirabella would impress.

Mirabella, with swift movements, loaded five bullets into the magazine, set it to rapid-fire, and assumed her position. She glanced at the target, then lay down on the ground.

Lisa was already impressed by Mirabella’s professional-looking preparations, and when Mirabella was adjusting her angle, she couldn’t help but ask, “Have you done shooting practice before?”