The light inside the Shooting Hall is bright, and the exhaust fan makes a low buzzing sound overhead.
Fang Cheng Hold the gun with one hand and keep your feet apart naturally.
Control Console's intercom equipment came with the security officer's password:
"Target No. 1 is ready, live ammunition can begin Shooting."
The electronic timer emits a short beep:
"Di--"
The first humanoid target was suddenly pulled out to the left along the guide rail.
Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly and he immediately pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
The muzzle sprayed orange Flames, and the huge recoil force was transmitted along the wrist to the forearm, but it failed to make his arm shake at all.
The bullet hit the bullseye, and the humanoid target fell down.
Immediately on the track ahead, more targets quickly shuttled back and forth in an irregular route between fifty and one hundred meters.
Pistol Shooting The 100-meter humanoid moving target not only has a serious ballistic drop, but the recoil of continuous shooting is also difficult to control.
It is difficult for ordinary experts to even aim at the torso, let alone hit multiple bullseyes in succession.
Fang Cheng did not use Skill Special Effect of "Eagle Eye Vision".
He simply relies on his super high mental perception and absolute control of his body muscles to capture the target's movement trajectory.
"Bang! Bang! Bang..."
Gunfire instantly formed a short explosion.
Fang Cheng's body makes small adjustments as the target moves, his steps are extremely flexible, and his wrists are as stable as a rock.
The firing interval of each bullet is almost the same.
Like a sophisticated Shooting machine, it constantly harvests targets within sight.
Ten seconds later, Gunfire stopped, and the sleeve was empty and hung up.
The air is filled with the smell of gunpowder that has not yet dissipated.
Training results for jumping out of Electronic Display Screen above the head:
15 bullets, 100-meter moving target, all ten rings.
"Awesome!"
Tiger Bro stood behind Bulletproof Glass, swallowing his saliva and quickly giving a thumbs up:
"Mr. Fang, your marksmanship is amazing! This is an irregular moving target. I have been here for so long and I have never seen anyone shoot as accurately as you."
Fang Cheng Press the Magazine release button to exit the empty Magazine:
"It's okay, I haven't lost all the feel."
Tiger Bro handed Towel a clean hand wipe to the side, smiling so hard that his molars were exposed:
"You are too modest. With your accuracy, it would be easy to win the world championship."
"Ma Donghe That kid used to always brag about how good he was Gun Technique. Compared with you, all he has is a fire stick."
Although these words may sound like flattery, they are still true.
Fang Cheng smiled slightly and accepted it calmly.
While the two were talking, he suddenly noticed that there was an extra man at the No. 2 target position next to him.
This man was wearing a casual shirt with the cuffs rolled up to his elbows, revealing healthy wheat-colored skin.
He looks very elegant, with a pair of Gold-rimmed Glasses on his nose, and is slowly putting on his noise-canceling Earpiece at the moment.
The man is holding a unique silver Pistol in his hand.
He turned sideways and spread his feet casually, without using the standard isosceles gun-holding action.
Instead, he put one hand in his pocket, raised his right arm holding the gun, and pointed the muzzle at the moving target in front of him.
"Desert Eagle point 357 Magnum version, extra large charge."
Tiger Bro followed Fang Cheng's line of sight and muttered in a low voice:
"This man is probably another Young Master brother who came here to look for excitement. Look at his amateurish way of holding a gun. How dare he shoot Desert Eagle's moving target with one hand?"
"The recoil of that gun is so strong that it could dislocate my wrist. I guess it's just to show off. I'll have some fun later."
Fang Cheng listened to Tiger Bro's complaints, said nothing, and watched quietly.
"Bang! Bang! Bang..."
Following the command, Gunfire popped up from the No. 2 target next to it.
The man's Shooting rhythm has a pleasing rhythm.
The huge recoil of the large-caliber bullet caused the muzzle of the gun to jump upward again and again, but the man's wrist was like a precision hydraulic shock absorber.
After each jump, the barrel is firmly pressed back to the original aiming line in an instant without any deviation.
Ten bullets were poured out in just a few seconds.
The yellow bullet shells even threw a neat arc in mid-air, almost forming a string.
The Tiger Bro behind Bulletproof Glass is Big Mouth long, and the muscles on the face are completely stiff.
He was originally waiting to see someone else's wrist being shattered and dislocated, but now it felt like he had been slapped, and his face turned slightly red.
Bah da.
Gunfire suddenly stopped, the sleeve was empty and hung up.
Electronic Display Screen refreshed the score:
Nine and ten rings, one shot missed the target.
Tiger Bro saw this, breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile:
"Let me just say, this guy came out of nowhere, no matter how accurate he was in front of him, he was still in the dark."
"The last shot flew straight away. It was obvious that the recoil was too strong and I couldn't hold it with my hand."
These words made him seem to have foresight.
In his heart, he secretly said that he was lucky that he didn't steal the limelight from his boss.
However, Fang Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and a sharp light flashed in his deep eyes.
At that moment, with his dynamic vision and keen perception far beyond ordinary people, he clearly captured the trajectory of the last bullet.
The interval between the man's last two shots was incredibly short.
Almost as soon as the last bullet left the muzzle, the trigger was pulled again.
The two bullets connected end to end in the air, one after the other, and penetrated the bullseye of the last human-shaped target.
The landing points are exactly the same, no difference at all.
In addition, the speed was too fast, and the two bullets only showed one flight trajectory when captured by the high-speed Camera.
In the end, Shooting Range's electronic calculation system misjudged that the last shot was empty.
But this is not a miss, this is a miraculous rear-end combo.
In addition, Fang Cheng also found that the bullet holes in the other nine humanoid targets were surprisingly consistent.
Every bullet fired by the opponent not only hits the bullseye.
Instead, it accurately penetrated the area less than one centimeter in diameter at the center of the ten rings.
If placed on a real human body part, it would be the location of the pineal gland between the eyebrows.
The Coordinates of each bullet hole can be said to be 100% coincident, and no deviation can be seen at all.
It's like it was measured and calibrated using a computer, and it even has a vague feeling of obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Fang Cheng secretly thought that it would be difficult for his own Master Level Gun Technique to achieve this level.
After all, after the bullet exits the muzzle, it is interfered by various complex and changeable environmental factors and cannot truly maintain a constant trajectory.
Unless, use your spirit Psychic Power...
Fang Cheng's eyes flashed slightly, and many speculations suddenly appeared in his mind.
He seemed to be aware of the gaze coming from here.
The man at the shooting position next to him placed the Desert Eagle in his hand on the table and reached out to take off the noise-cancelling earmuffs.
He turned his head and looked at Fang Cheng calmly across Bulletproof Glass.
Their eyes met in mid-air.
The man's mouth curled up, and he raised his right hand, Index Finger and his middle finger together, and tapped lightly on the brow bone.
It was considered a simple and polite greeting gesture.
Then he looked away, picked up a new Magazine loaded with bullets from the table, pushed it into the magazine with a slap of his palm, turned around and continued Shooting.
Fang Cheng withdrew his gaze, also picked up the spare Magazine and pushed it into the gun handle.
After pulling the slide and loading the gun, he looked Focus, and continued to practice Gun Technique.
In the next Shooting, there is a hint of a secret contest between target positions No. 1 and No. 2.
Neither of them looked at each other, but the speed of reloading and the rhythm of firing seemed to be competing with each other.
Fang Cheng I can feel something unusual Danger Aura from this man's Gun Technique and behavior.
But he did not release Mental Power to find out the details of the other party.
East City Association Shooting Range, which is considered the most formal Underground Shooting Range in the whole Eastern Capital, can be used for live ammunition Shooting.
Therefore, it attracts many Underworld people, hiring Mercenary, or Noble Clan Young Master brothers who are looking for excitement.
In such a mixed place, it is not surprising even if one or two hidden Esper or top Gun Technique masters occasionally appear.
As time went by, other guests came in one after another to practice shooting in the VIP hall.
Red lights lit up on each target position one after another.
Dense Gunfires came and went like firecrackers exploding, and the smell of gunpowder gradually became pungent.
The obscure rivalry between the two had long been lost in the noisy background sound.
More than half an hour passed.
Fang Cheng emptied the last magazine of bullets and pressed the release button.
He hooked up the empty SIGP226 with all its bullets ejected and placed it steadily on the rubber gun pad on the table.
Turning around to look, target number two next to me was empty.
The man wearing Gold-rimmed Glasses left at some point.
Tiger Bro, who had been by his side, saw this and hurried forward, diligently handing over the hand towel:
"Mr. Fang, if you are not satisfied yet, I will get you some more Magazine."
"Or you can also use Supreme Black Card to apply to the warehouse for the new Firearms, which is very rare on the market. It is definitely more powerful than ordinary guns."
Fang Cheng took Towel and wiped his hands.
Hearing what Tiger Bro said, he remembered the batch of large-caliber weapons specifically targeted at Aberrant that Shen Wei had mentioned in the office before, and he became somewhat interested.
But then I thought about it and calculated the time. Zhou Xiumei should be finishing work soon.
Then he threw Towel into the tray next to him and said:
"Forget it, that's it for today. Come back next time when you have time."
"Okay, Mr. Fang, please walk slowly!"
Tiger Bro quickly checked the guns and ammunition. After confirming that there was no ammunition in the chamber, he carefully locked the portable safe.
Then he quickly followed up and personally sent Fang Cheng out of the Shooting Hall respectfully all the way to the elevator entrance until the elevator door slowly closed.
It was almost five o'clock when Fang Cheng came out from Shooting Range.
The heat of the summer evening has faded a lot, and a large orange-red sunset glow appears on the edge of the sky.
The wind halfway up the mountain blew through the forest tops, bringing a bit of coolness.
The entire Resort is bathed in the soft halo of the setting sun.
This kind of tranquility is something you simply cannot feel in the noisy urban area.
"The scenery is really nice, no wonder those high-ranking officials Benefactor like to run here..."
Fang Cheng withdrew his gaze and looked at the translucent Prompt Information that appeared in front of him.
[Gunmanship Experience+25]
[Gun Technique lv2(193/500)]
Looking at the value displayed by Panel, Fang Cheng smiled and shook his head.
Sure enough, competing against top players is completely different.
That kind of concentrated competitive state and high-spirited desire to win has greatly improved the acquisition efficiency of Skill Experience.
Of course, it was also because I hadn't touched a gun for a long time.
Reinvesting in the training of a skill in a short period of time can also bring a lot of experience bonuses.
Fang Cheng closed Panel, took steps, and walked toward the Resort main area below.
Having said that, the man wearing glasses is indeed an out-and-out Gun Technique master.
Just for that unique skill of rear-end combo, he is worth remembering.
I hope we can meet again next time and have a real battle with each other.
After walking along the tree-lined trail for a while, Fang Cheng came to Auxiliary Building on the west side of Resort.
Rehearsal Hall's door is open.
The floor of the hall is covered with thick black cables, and several huge soft lights are placed in the corners.
Many Stage Crews hanging Work Badges were busy gathering shooting props on the ground, making the scene look messy and busy.
Fang Cheng stood at the door, looking through the crowd, and quickly locked onto the figure of Zhou Xiumei.
She was facing away from the door, standing in front of the floor-length mirror against the wall and stretching her legs.
Wearing a white tight sports vest, the lower body is a pair of Gray high-waisted sports shorts.
The exposed arms and legs are well-proportioned and slender, and the figure looks particularly slim and beautiful.
The fair skin was covered with a layer of fine beads of sweat, glowing with a healthy glow under the illumination of the overhead light.
"Xiumei."
Fang Cheng shouted.
The voice was not high, but it was clearly transmitted in the slightly noisy hall.
Zhou Xiumei exercises.
Several staff members who were packing things around also stopped what they were doing.
They raised their heads and looked curiously at the young man who suddenly appeared.
Zhou Xiumei turned around and blinked.
When he saw Fang Cheng standing at the door, a hint of surprise first flashed across his pure face, and then his eyes lit up with obvious joy.
She immediately grabbed the white Towel that was placed on Railing, wiped the sweat from her face casually, and walked quickly to Fang Cheng.
"Brother Cheng, why did you come here suddenly?"
Zhou Xiumei raised his head, with bright eyes and a bright smile.
"I just happened to come to Resort to discuss some business, so I stopped by to see you."
Fang Cheng looked at her and asked:
"Is today's training over?"
"Well, it's over."
Zhou Xiumei nodded and replied softly:
"I just finished practicing a set of dance moves and am about to stretch and relax before going back to the room to rest."
Fang Cheng glanced around the hall and saw no other familiar figures, so he asked casually:
"Where's Cheng Jiashu? Didn't he record the show with you?"
Zhou Xiumei explained with a smile:
"Cheng Mentor is a very busy man. He helped us walk through the process in the afternoon and left after recording his departure session."
"The assistant said that he has other business activities to attend to in the city in the evening."
Fang Cheng and Zhou Xiumei chatted for a few words and looked at the curious looks from around them, so they stopped delaying:
"What do you want to have for dinner? I see that the food at Hotel over there at Dining Room is pretty good. The seafood, vegetables and fruits were just shipped here today. I'll treat you to that."
Zhou Xiumei was a little moved, but he noticed the gaze of other contestant Bagua, and his cheeks felt slightly warm.
She lowered her head and pinched Towel in her hand, and whispered back:
"You can eat whatever you want, I will listen to you."