Yusuf Dikec

Yusuf Dikeç strolled into the Olympic shooting range in Paris, barely acknowledging the roaring crowd. The morning sun glanced off the polished pistol in his hand as he moved with casual confidence. Ignoring the noise around him, he took his position, adjusting his grip with practiced ease. The announcer called his name, but Yusuf’s gaze remained fixed on the target, his expression cool and unbothered. With a relaxed breath, he aimed. The world seemed to pause, hanging on his every move. He squeezed the trigger, the shot cracking through the air with perfect precision. The target revealed a bullseye. The crowd exploded in cheers, but Yusuf just smirked, barely breaking his stride as he walked off. For him, it was just another day at the range.