My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Benjamin raised the gun and pulled the trigger with a bang…

The bullet shot quickly on a distant target and a large sign of 10 appeared besides it.

The referee in the distance raised his hand to indicate and the referee standing next to him yelled in an official manner, “Ten points.”

The first shot was in bull’s eye.

Florence frowned slightly. Benjamin was indeed as good as the legend said.

The first shot of ten points also gave Benjamin confidence.

He smiled and glanced at Florence, then raised his gun with great momentum, took aim and fired.

It was ten points again.

Them the third shot, the fourth shot, the fifth shot…

“Ten points!”

The referee shouted for the ninth time, looking at Benjamin in a daze. His tone had subtly changed from an official manner to a bit appreciating one.

It was the first time he had seen a man with such great marksmanship to reach Ninety points even after being in the industry for so long.

There were a few very fine beads of sweat on Benjamin’s forehead but his expressions became more and more energetic. Even ninety points was a great achievement that he had never attempted before.

As long as he hit another ten, he was going to be at perfect score! Not only did he meet the high requirement that Stanford had set, but it also gave Clarence no chance to make a comeback. He would be ashamed of himself.

This tenth time, he must hit the bull’s eye. He thought.

“Fuck! Why is Benjamin so good?”

Phoebe had walked to Florence’s side. She held her arm and whispered in her ear.

Florence frowned uneasily and felt very nervous.

The better Benjamin’s result was the more Ernest was at a disadvantage.

ten points too, he would ridicule Ernest even if he got ninety-nine points, not to mention that Ernest

now the shooting had begun and there was no way to

a perfect score. It must

muttered continuously as if praying. She hoped that Benjamin would

staring at him nervously. His heart moved slightly and the corners of

long, it was the first time that Florence looked at him in this

marksmanship or some other reason, it was still a good thing for

going to let

choosing him was definitely going to become

held his breath

*Bang*

flew out and shot towards

that was displayed in red

taken aback.

Turner. A total

excitement. He was no longer able to maintain the serious expression on his face. Between his tone

but this is the first time I have seen anyone achieve a score of ninety-nine point nine! Mr. Turner, your marksmanship is superb. You can

referee’s words made Florence’s heart was just

the referee into calling him the best in the world. Even if it didn’t reach the perfect score, it was already an outstanding and

was almost impossible

light of Benjamin, Ernest’s performance was only going to look bleak. He would be trampled on and

scoffed unwillingly and said, “Ninety-nine point nine is the best in the world? It must be because you have too little knowledge and

was dissatisfied with Phoebe’s words, but after all, she was a guest and he

may have too little knowledge? I have always been obsessed with marksmanship and have studied it carefully. I don’t know if you know of any shooter who can get a perfect score, but if you do then please tell me, I

the words were respectful, there was also some hidden

and difficult was it to win the perfect

such a good result, he subconsciously didn’t want Benjamin to be dismissed or

dumbfounded. How could she know someone who could shoot a perfect

if she looked for someone like that, she

seeing Benjamin become this arrogant that he trampled her cousin, her face did not

said mockingly, “Although, it is not a perfect score and you do not qualify Stanford’s requirement. However, ninety-nine point nine is

sentence, openly

she was