Ms. Tan Is The Real Boss-Chapter 1505 - : 1504 requires a target

Chapter 1505: 1504 requires a target

“Hehe.” Tan Rou picked up the gun from the box, weighing it in her hands. The gun was real, the safety was not engaged, and she had no idea if there were any bullets inside.

“Miss Zhuang Rou, please begin your performance,” Gand said.

Tan Rou put the gun down and asked, “What do you want me to perform? Disassemble the gun in one minute? Or aim and shoot?”

“If Miss Zhuang Rou wishes to demonstrate, then either is fine,” Gand responded, not particular about it. “There’s still plenty of time, Miss Zhuang Rou, you can fully demonstrate your capabilities.”

“Then I’ll perform both,” Tan Rou said, glancing at the black gun before adding to Gand, “But I need a target when I shoot. That means, if I take the gun, there must be a target for me to shoot at, otherwise, I won’t shoot.”

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“What kind of target do you need?” Gand asked. “We’ll prepare it.”

“I need an apple and a person,” Tan Rou arranged, saying, “Someone standing ten meters away, an apple on their head as the target, after I assemble the gun, I’ll shoot the apple.”

Tan Rou’s suggestion was met with opposition from the members of the Dawn Society; they disagreed with using a person as a target, only agreeing to provide an apple.

“If you’re so unwilling, then I don’t need to perform,” Tan Rou made a dismissive expression, “You asked me to perform, but now you’re not cooperating with my act. What do you expect me to do?”

Gand asked everyone else to be quiet, then inquired, “What kind of partner do you need?”

“I need a partner who is brave and calm,” Tan Rou said, looking at Gand, “Mr. Gand, I think you would be a perfect fit. How about you be the apple holder?”

Tan Rou’s new proposal met with even more objections. They all felt this foreign woman was being too outrageous, why should Mr. Gand act as a target for her?

“Agreed.” Gand was indeed very calm, he said, “I can participate in your performance since it was I who asked you to perform. However, you must also promise me to deliver the perfect show.”

Tan Rou wanted to laugh. Was Gand reminding her not to miss?

“If I don’t shoot accurately, my life will be the compensation,” Tan Rou said very calmly, “The Dawn Society has so many members here, if I end up killing you with one shot, these people won’t let me go either. For the safety of your life and mine, I must prepare thoroughly.”

The performance began; Tan Rou and Gand took their positions, with Gand having the apple on his head and Tan Rou applying some anti-slip powder to her hands.

This was a new gun, and disassembling it would be a challenge. If Tan Rou couldn’t reassemble the new gun or assembled it incorrectly, things would certainly become interesting.

Would she be blown up first, or would Gand be taken out with a single shot, or would they both emerge unscathed? Nobody knew the outcome, not even the two preparing to perform on the stage.

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Tan Rou spoke of disassembling the gun in one minute, but Gand gave her three minutes to disassemble, assemble, and shoot the gun. If Tan Rou’s hands were fast enough, three minutes would be unnecessary.

Tan Rou had handled this type of pistol before. Back in the lab, they would assemble and disassemble guns blindfolded, so doing it now with her eyes open reduced the difficulty somewhat.

As the timer started, Tan Rou’s hands moved so fast one could only see afterimages, and the only sound in the entire venue was that of the gun being disassembled, broadcasted through the microphone. Full-range cameras on the stage captured every moment, which was then displayed on screens in front of each audience member.

Samiyi kept her eyes glued to the screen. Her heart was racing; had she been on stage, she would have stopped Tan Rou from accepting Gand’s request. They might as well have fallen out with the Dawn Society, as she didn’t want Tan Rou to perform at all.

However, Tan Rou had already started disassembling the gun, so Samiyi couldn’t interfere, only sit and quietly watch the screen.

Tan Rou’s hands were too quick; even the high-definition cameras failed to capture all her movements. While everyone was still immersed in the disassembling actions, Tan Rou had already taken the gun apart. It took less than a minute, so next was the assembly.

Her pace remained swift. When the timer hit one minute and fifty-two seconds, she had the gun assembled. Then she aimed the gun at Gand, the bullet now chambered.