Jimmy's performance ended, and a few members of the SWAT team left, satisfied. Looking at the smiles on their faces, one would think they had just done something wonderful.
Jimmy's trip to Dallas, the most important part, was over. What remained was just for fun. As they were at a shooting range, Jimmy discussed borrowing their weapons to try them out.
From MP5s to M4s, ordinary shotguns to the M700, Jimmy had a great time all morning. It must be said, the DEA really has money; their training ground was filled with all kinds of firearms, and Jimmy even found some 56 and 81 models.
At noon, Torsten took Jimmy to eat at the DEA's cafeteria— well, the food was actually quite good. There weren't many people eating, and Torsten said that these agents are usually out in the field, so most of the time, it is just the administrative and management staff at this division.
In the afternoon, Jimmy was free to do as he pleased, but Torsten reminded him that there was a small revolver quick-shoot competition on the third day, which he might find interesting since it involved revolvers.
In the afternoon, Jimmy looked up some information in his room. The current record for a revolver quick-shoot competition was generally around 0.4-0.5 seconds—quite impressive. Jimmy had never practiced this type of quick shooting; he was used to drawing, aiming, and firing normally, which couldn't possibly be done in 0.5 seconds to complete the whole set of actions.
As a seasoned administrative officer on vacation, Jimmy was too lazy to go out, but on the third day of his holiday, he left early in the morning, having reserved a cab to the outskirts of Fort Worth.
Fort Worth is a well-known major city in America and a place with a strong cowboy culture. Every year, there are many cowboy skill competitions, shooting competitions, etc. The revolver quick-shoot competition Jimmy was visiting was just one tiny, unremarkable event.
Jimmy arrived at the competition venue early, so he walked around. There were many cowboy gear stalls, and after wandering around for a long time, he bought a pair of half-finger leather gloves. His current job dictated that even in winter, he couldn't wear thick gloves, so these half-finger gloves would be useful on some occasions.
Checking the time, it was almost about to start. Jimmy joined the others entering the venue. The good news was that this type of competition did not charge admission for spectators; the bad news was that he was a bit far and couldn't clearly see the competitors' movements.
This wouldn't do; he was here to learn. Looking around, there were a few policemen maintaining order. One of them was just a few meters away from the competition area, with no seating available. Jimmy thought it over and decided to approach and see if he could stand in that open space.
Jimmy circled around the crowd and walked up to the policeman. "Hi, officer." From a distance of 2 to 3 meters, Jimmy raised his hand to greet him, thinking it best not to walk up close and suddenly reach out—a sudden gesture could trigger the officer's reflexive response, with potentially dire consequences.
"What is it? Sir."
"You know how it is today, the seating area over there is filled. Can I stand in this open space in front of you? I promise I won't interfere with your work."
"No, that's not possible, sir. Please proceed to the designated spectator area and cooperate."
"Come on, consider it a favor for a fellow colleague. I'm a police officer too, deputy sheriff." Jimmy pulled up a corner of his T-shirt, revealing the badge attached to his belt.
"My God! You look so young, 20 years old?"
"No, 24 years old, deputy sheriff bonus II."
"Wow! You can't tell at all, Asians always look so young. Come on, I'll take you over."
The policeman escorted Jimmy to a spot not only on the open ground but also very close to the judging panel. After speaking a word with a person wearing a badge, the policeman went back, leaving Jimmy in an excellent spot to view the competition, the only drawback being that he had to stand throughout as there were no seats available for him.
As the audience settled in, the competition was about to start. A few individuals who looked very much like cowboys approached, all dressed in cowboy outfits, with gun holsters on their belts, each holster carrying a revolver.
Competitors in place, six tracks in total, each competitor had a white plank in front of them marking where to stand, and about 21 feet away was a wall with six round targets, each linked to a timer, with a center light that would time from when the light went on to when the target was hit.
Behind the competitors was a resting area for them, with the judging panel to the right, equipped with timers and a loudspeaker on their table.
The first round.
"Shooters step forward and get in position. Shooters ready."
The six competitors all stood behind the white line, their movements nearly identical. Leaning backward, right foot forward, left foot back, knees bent, left hand in front for balance, right hand gripping the revolver, finger already on the trigger.
"Bang" "Bang" "Bang" "Bang" "Bang" "Bang," several shots merged together, although it was clear that multiple guns were firing, but the sounds were very close, almost overlapping.
"First lane 0.437 seconds, second lane 0.519 seconds, third lane no record, fourth lane 0.311 seconds, fifth lane 0.462 seconds, sixth lane 0.395 seconds, 1:0, 0:1, 0:1"
The competitors ejected the spent cartridges and reloaded, one bullet at a time.
Second round.
"Shooters, step up to your positions. Shooters, ready."
"Bang" "Bang" "Bang" "Bang" "Bang" "Bang"
"First lane 0.459 seconds, second lane 0.500 seconds, third lane no record, fourth lane 0.359 seconds, fifth lane 0.456 seconds, sixth lane no record, the score now 2:0, 0:2, 1:1"
Third round.
"Shooters, step up to your positions. Shooters, ready."
"Bang" "Bang" "Bang" "Bang" "Bang" "Bang"
"First lane 0.455 seconds, second lane, third lane, fourth lane no record, fifth lane 0.465 seconds, sixth lane 0.404 seconds, the score now 3:0, 0:3, 1:2"
"The elimination round eliminates competitors, but due to the tension, for fairness, we will go into overtime."
"0:2, 1:2"
Seeing this, Jimmy roughly understood the rules of today's competition, it was an elimination round, in pairs, the first person in each pair to reach three points advances. The final three competitors in the finals.
Considering there were only six competitors now, it was clear that the preliminaries had passed, meaning he had only made it to the final stages of the rapid-fire competition, perfectly avoiding the preliminary selection phase.
Now, the first lane had already advanced, lanes 3, 4, 5, and 6 were going into overtime.
Overtime first round.
"Shooters, step up to your positions. Shooters, ready."
"Bang" "Bang" "Bang" "Bang"
"Third lane 0.359 seconds, fourth lane, fifth lane, sixth lane no record, the score now 1:2, 1:2"
Overtime second round.
"Shooters, step up to your positions. Shooters, ready."
"Bang" "Bang" "Bang" "Bang"
"Third lane no record, fourth lane 0.295 seconds, fifth lane 0.432 seconds, sixth lane no record, the score now 1:3, 2:2"
The referee double-checked the previous records, "The previous world record was 0.311 seconds, this is a new world record, 0.295 seconds."