Entangled With She Wolf

Chapter 4 - The Punishment

Natasha smiled at that. To her, shooting and archery were the same. She used to shoot often with her father. Before her father died and still led the Dark Moon Wolf Pack. Something came up the moment she heard the word fire. She thought of his father's face.

"This is a good way of shooting, Nasha. Your body is sideways, your hands, and your gaze should be straight at the target. Then let go."

Natasha saw Dimitri smiling triumphantly. She knew this would not be easy because she remembered that Dimitri had said his hobby was shooting at his apartment. But Natasha had no other choice but to accept the challenge. The three friends then chuckled.

"Okay, come on."

"Follow me, beautiful girl."

They came out of the bar. The day has changed, but the atmosphere is still busy. Cars and other vehicles were still passing by. Many young people are kissing on the side of the road. Several people were also seen walking around holding a bottle of vodka. The sound of music was faintly audible from inside the bar when they were outside. The weather was cold.

Dimitri led them to a shooting range not far from the bar. The shooting range was the standard shooting range where Dimitri used to practice shooting. The field already knew Dimitri and reopened his shooting range even though it was closed. And he also knew Dimitri would pay a heavy price for it.

"Please, sir."

The shooting range owner opened the gate, turned the light, and ushered the four in. He took out a shot and set the target.

"Have a nice day, sir," he said, giving Dimitri and Natasha a shot and sitting at the cash register.

Nikolaev followed the man who owned the shooting range and sat down with him. Meanwhile, Edmond followed Dimitri and Natasha on the field.

Dimitri looked at Natasha. "Are you ready, Miss?" he asked. Natasha smiled and nodded. She looked into Dimitri's eyes and knew this man was bound to do some weird things, but what? She doesn't know.

The owner of the shooting range then stood up and explained the rules.

"This time we will have a shooting competition with a distance of 15 meters with a kneeling style. Participants are given an unlimited shooting trial for five minutes. Followed by a scoring shot of 10 bullets each in turn. Assessment using electronic shooting targets, the total score will be recorded automatically . A five-minute unlimited shooting trial starts from now on."

"Bang!" The place owner shoots upwards as a sign that the five-minute infinite shooting trial has.

As a teenager, Dmitri was a shooting athlete and took part in the national shooting championship in Russia. He then put on a kneeling stance. The knee of the right foot touches the ground; the left elbow is above the left knee. At the same time, his hand holds the rifle well. He started aiming.

"Bang."

"Bang."

"Bang."

Natasha also had the same attitude. She started aiming, and

"Bang."

"Bang."

"Bang."

Dimitri gave the shooting range owner a code to immediately start the race.

"Okay. The competition will start. I will explain again—a shooting competition with kneeling style at a distance of 15 meters. The scoring shot is 10 bullets fired alternately. The scoring uses an electronic shooting target so the score will be recorded automatically. Mr. Fridman starts first. "

Dimitri and Natasha both put on a kneeling stance. Take a shot—Dimitri is the first shooter.

"Bang."

"Defeat that woman, Dimi!" shouted Nikolaev encouragingly.

Natasha prepared to fire. She counted in her heart. One, two, three.

"Bang."

He thought that this girl was not only strong in drinking but also good at shooting. He's nervous. Nikolaev and Edmond, behind them, couldn't help but be stunned. So far, no one has been able to match Dimitri's skill in shooting the first shot. This girl was excellent, they thought.

The second, third, fourth, fifth, and sixth shots still had the same score, perfect. Both of them feel a great rivalry. It was Dimitri's turn; they both stared intently at the target. He realized his head was already a little dizzy after drinking so much earlier, but it was not a big problem for him.

"Bang."

The owner of the shooting range and his friends were shocked.

"Bang."

The score display tool recorded perfect results. Dimitri smacked his gun into the ground, and Natasha smiled and winked at Dimitri. Shots to eight, and nine, they both recorded perfect scores. On the tenth shot, when she was about to shoot, Natasha suddenly sneezed, and her attempt also missed by 2 centimeters. A drunken girl can still aim well and even match Dimitri, a former national shooting athlete. The atmosphere became silent for a moment.

The shooting range owner then announced the next race and rules.

"Furthermore, the competition with a standing style of 10 shots with a distance of 20 meters."

Natasha intended to mess with Dimtri mentally. She asked for a race for only three shots.

"How about three shots?" Dimitri doesn't seem strong enough. And he doesn't look like he will take the challenge either. "All right, three shots."

"Don't underestimate me. We're going to play with three shots."

'I got you, idiot.' Natasha thought.

"Everyone, get ready. The first shot starts from Miss Ivanov."

Dimitri and Natasha took a standing position. They aimed.

"Bang."

"Bang."

Natasha got a perfect score for the first shot. Meanwhile, Dimitri missed his trial by 3 centimeters. Natasha also missed by 3 centimeters in the next attempt, while Dimitri got a perfect score. Dimitri then winked at Nikolaev, who whispered something to the shooting range owner without Natasha knowing. The shooting range owner understood.

"Get ready, beautiful girl. You will lose."

"Come on Dimi, you already look dizzy. Just give up."

They then started aiming.

'I knew this was the shot that decided the winner—the shooting range owner that did something to the target.' Nikolaev smiled, and Edmond shook his head. They're ready to shoot.

Natasha opened fire.

"Bang."

"Damn, missed." Natasha murmured. The shot missed 2 centimeters. Now could only hope Dimitri missed too. And

"Bang."

Dimitri's shot got a perfect score.

He then looked at Natasha and smiled. "You will marry me, Nasha."