The Mafia Heiress's Comeback: She's More Than You Think novel Chapter 202

Chapter 202 Only Nine

Shots

“Why is he everywhere?” Wilbur grumbled inwardly as he stared at Sawyer.

Hadn’t Daniel said that Maren went to Echucan? Why did Sawyer send her here? Did they travel there together?

A sharp pang of envy surged through Wilbur, heating his blood until it felt ready to boil over.

“Alberto, you’ve truly outdone yourself this time. I’d bet my reputation that Maren is still holding something back.” one of the keen–eyed judges remarked.

“That’s certainly true,” Alberto replied with a nod. Maren had once taken down an instructor–there was no way she’d lose to a bunch of students.

“Oh please, big deal. Matthew pulled the same perfect score, and he wasn’t even trying,” Trey said dismissively. Matthew, unsurprisingly, held a similar view.

He’d watched Maren land that flawless round in shock, yet outwardly he kept his scornful composure intact. “It’s just a perfect score. What’s the fuss?” he muttered under his breath.

He wanted to mock her openly, but his tongue remained tied. After all, he’d achieved the same results. To belittle her now would be to mock himself.

But Maren wasn’t going to spare him the trouble.

“See, the difference is clear. You got full marks because you couldn’t do better. I got full marks because the scoring system couldn’t go any higher.”

“What was that?” Matthew snapped instantly.

Maren was getting far too full of herself.

“Fine, we tied this round, but next round I’ll-”

“What makes you think we’re tied?” Maren interrupted Matthew’s threat mid–sentence.

While talking, she slid the magazine/out of her pistol and pulled out a bullet.

A bullet?

“That’s odd. Where’d that bullet/come from? I thought she’d used every single one already.”

Everyone–the spectators, the contestants, even the judges–stood up simultaneously, completely stunned.

Ten tennis balls, ten bullets.

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Every ball had undeniably been hit; the referee himself had confirmed it in plain sight. There was no mistake about it.

But if all targets had been struck, where had this extra bullet come from? Could it mean she’d hit two targets with a single shot?

“No… No way!” Matthew, who’d just been gearing up to challenge Maren, now felt his confidence slipping.

He’d briefly considered this possibility himself, but dismissed it as impossible.

And he wasn’t alone. Every person watching shared the same stunned disbelief. It was truly shocking!

Something like this had never happened before in the competition’s history.

The whole crowd grew silent.

“Bring up the replay footage immediately!” Alberto leaped to his feet from the judges‘ panel, excitement blazing in his eyes. His entire body trembled with anticipation.

Doubt lingered for some, but not for Alberto. He had full faith in Maren’s ability. Even so, he needed to witness it for himself.

“Right away.”

Since the whole competition was streamed live, the host wasted no time pulling up the clip of Maren firing at the tennis balls.

Moments later, the footage began to play.

The countdown began again, the first tennis ball launched skyward.

Maren began her shots.

First shot, second shot, third shot…

All eyes locked on the big screen, the crowd fell silent, hanging on each shot Maren fired.

Shot after shot, they tracked the number in silence.

Eight, nine, and then, nothing more.

She’d indeed only fired nine shots, yet she’d undeniably taken out all ten tennis balls.

The moment the host zoomed in on the footage of the hit tennis balls, everything clicked. As the seventh ball began to fall, it briefly lined up with the eighth, which was still rising.

Maren’s bullet had pierced cleanly through both, striking two balls in a single, impossibly precise shot.

“My God! Can anyone really pull off something like that? The accuracy, the timing–it’s unreal!”

Excited gasps and cheers erupted/throughout the audience.

Just moments before, Matthew had arrogantly stated that calculating trajectories in a split second was essential to perfect shooting.

Yet Maren hadn’t just predicted each ball’s path–she’d even timed one bullet perfectly to pass through two targets simultaneously. It was beyond extraordinary. Even the military’s elite snipers couldn’t match that.

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“This can’t be real.”