Sniper

"Even an A-level expert can't handle a sniper rifle?" Qing Chen wondered.

"It's not that we can't handle sniper rifles, but rather that we can't handle a few snipers," Old Liu explained. "Once a superhuman reaches Rank A, they develop a sixth sense. They can sense if someone is aiming a gun at them or observing them with malice within 1600 meters."

Therefore, if a sniper aims within 1600 meters, he will be spotted by an A-level expert.

If you just give someone a sly look in the middle of a crowd, they'll notice.

This powerful sixth sense is terrifying; it seems to have transcended the realm of humanity.

Wait a minute, Qing Chen remembered something.

In the early stages of the time travel, there was a junior student Huang Jixian in Prison No. 18 who was so frightened that he went to the entrance of the other party's community to look for clues. He only glanced at Zheng Yuandong once, and the other party immediately turned to look at him.

Is this a coincidence, or did Zheng Yuandong have already been promoted to Grade A at that time?

Qing Chen couldn't be sure. He always felt that everyone had just transmigrated at that time, and Zheng Yuandong shouldn't have such a high level unless he was like Yang Yang, directly replacing a certain A-level superhuman.

However, Qing Chen tends to think it's a coincidence.

"If snipers can't target A-level experts, how could they still capsize in the gutter?" Qing Chen asked Old Liu, pondering.

"Because some snipers can accurately hit their targets from 1600 meters away," Old Liu said, squinting. "At 1600 meters, even an A-level expert loses their senses and can't take evasive action in advance. Those anti-materiel rifles can even penetrate tanks with armor-piercing rounds. Although A-level experts are powerful, they can't withstand as much damage as main battle tanks. By the way, you need to equip a flash suppressor to snipe an A-level expert, otherwise it's all for nothing."

An anti-material sniper rifle is a weapon specifically designed to destroy armored vehicles; when fired, it makes a sound like a cannon.

However, sound travels slower than a bullet. If a shot is fired from 1600 meters away, an A-level expert will only hear the gunshot after being hit.

The muzzle flash of a gunshot is faster than a bullet, which is why Old Liu emphasizes the flash suppressor:

Most sniper rifle bullets travel at a speed of 800-900 meters per second, so you can't let an A-level expert see the gunfire in advance, otherwise it will take more than 2 seconds for the bullet to travel 1600 meters, and the opponent can easily run away.

Moreover, this thing also requires skill and prediction, after all, you have to calculate how far you are from the other party, how long it will take for the bullet to arrive, and where the other party will be when the bullet arrives.

Of course, Qing Chen is only comparing the data of guns in the Outer World with the data available online.

In fact, he had never even touched a real sniper rifle.

"Sixth Brother, if a sniper bullet hits an A-level expert in the head from 1600 meters away, can it kill him?" Qing Chen asked.

"Of course," said Old Liu. "Several A-level experts have been killed by snipers in the history of the Federation."

This has always been a question that Qing Chen had. He always felt that most of the superhumans in this world were "high in attack and low in defense," like assassins. Even a demigod like his master would have to retreat when faced with a mindless weapon like a metal storm.

"Can that auto-aiming rail, which is banned by the Federation, be detected by an A-level expert?" Qing Chen asked curiously.

"Actually, that automatic aiming rail isn't that mysterious. I've only seen one," Old Liu said. "It's mainly that big shots without extraordinary abilities are afraid of it, but A-level experts aren't."

"Why?" Qing Chen asked curiously.

"Because the Artificial Intelligence on the auto-aiming track has difficulty calculating 'multiple factors' over long distances, its accurate range is only about 800 meters," Old Liu said. "Of course, most of the top snipers in the Federation Army also have a range of about 800 meters. This thing is very convenient and inexpensive to use for sniping important figures, but it's not enough to deal with A-level experts, as they can still be detected."

Qing Chen sensed something was wrong, because in his view, if there were such a track controlling a sniper rifle, accurately calculating the trajectory would be a simple matter. "Is the Artificial Intelligence technology it carries so weak?"

"Weak?" Old Liu chuckled, exasperated. "You seem to have a misunderstanding of what 'weak' means. Ordinary snipers need a long training period to hit a target at 800 meters. And these are the elite snipers selected from the Federation army! Do you really think you're watching a virtual reality movie, that just anyone can be a sharpshooter? At 800 meters, the target is smaller than an ant in your eyes! Looking across the entire Federation, there are fewer snipers who can accurately kill a target at 1600 meters than there are A-level experts!"

"No," Qing Chen shook his head, "I mean, is there any more powerful Artificial Intelligence?"

"The conglomerates have never been very interested in Artificial Intelligence; as long as it can get the job done, that's enough," the Old Liu said in a low voice. "Of course, this is also related to the origin of the Federation. It is said that the previous civilization era was destroyed by an Artificial Intelligence called 'Zero.' Therefore, everyone is very afraid of Artificial Intelligence, fearing that a similar situation will occur again."

Qing Chen fell silent, because he knew that the creator of One was Zero!

Zero was most likely killed by humans.

No wonder no one else knew that Ichi possessed an independent personality; no wonder the conglomerate didn't focus its technology on Artificial Intelligence; no wonder Ichi was so lonely.

It turns out the Federation has such a history!

"Is the sixth sense of all A-level experts 1600 meters?" Qing Chen asked.

At this moment, Old Liu chuckled and said to Qing Chen, "You are a gene warrior, and your maximum rank is B-Class, so just remember one thing: if you encounter a sniper on the battlefield, then hide from them."

Old Liu didn't mean to mock Qing Chen when he said this; he himself was also B-Class, so there was no need for him to make fun of him.

Gene warriors are at most B-Class; this is common knowledge.

Qing Chen thought for a moment, "How can I become a sniper?"

The Old Liu was taken aback for a moment. "You want to become a sniper? That's all about talent. Brother Qing Chen, I don't mean to look down on you. I also wanted to be selected as a sniper when I was in the army, but my eyesight, concentration, and calculation skills were far inferior."

Qing Chen didn't say anything more. He suddenly discovered a shortcut.

A way for an ordinary person to kill a god.

You should know that it will be very slow for him to advance to rank A, because every step in the Life and Death Trial requires extremely high skill, and it's not something you can just challenge at will.

If it weren't for the predecessors marking his route with magnesium powder on the Green Mountain Cliff, if the old folks hadn't given him ginkgo nuts, and if it weren't for the encouraging words left on the wall, he probably wouldn't have succeeded.

But if you can become a sniper, even if you are still weak, you can still kill people of higher levels as long as you seize the opportunity!

Before touching a sniper rifle, Qing Chen wasn't sure if he could be a sniper, but he was determined to try.

"We're here," Old Liu said, pointing to a magnificent modern building in front of him.

The building resembles a giant stadium, with a metallic sheen on its exterior, making it somewhat out of place among the other ancient-style buildings in the Banshan Manor. Only a few details on the walls retain some Eastern cultural elements.

A huge plaque hangs outside the building, bearing the three characters "Fenwu Tower".

Old Liu chuckled and introduced, "The bodyguards train here every day, and the Li family members practice shooting and target practice here. I heard from the boss that they will be opening combat courses at the Li Clan Academy in the future, which should also be here. You can familiarize yourself with it in advance."

"A combat course?" Qing Chen asked.

"Yes, the boss specially set up this course for you, to teach the Li family's children," Old Liu said. "Don't underestimate this position. The Li family's internal culture is quite conservative, emphasizing orderly inheritance and respect for teachers. If you can gain a foothold in the Li Clan Academy, the Li family's children will treat you with great respect, and you'll at least be set for life."

The cultural heritage of the Li family may be more like that of certain scholarly families in Outer World, where rules and regulations were of utmost importance.

However, Qing Chen didn't pay attention to these things and instead asked, "This venue is only about 400 meters long, so it's probably not suitable for practicing sniper rifles, right?"

The Old Liu thought for a moment, seemingly sensing Qing Chen's persistence. "The entire Banshan Manor is bigger than you think, so there are naturally other places to practice sniping. How about this, I can see you're really interested in sniping, let's start with the simplest firearms. Once you've mastered these, I'll take you to try them out... Be prepared, becoming a sniper isn't easy. Generally, snipers in the conglomerate are treated like C-Class or B-Class experts."

"Okay, thank you, Sixth Brother. If I didn't have that talent, I would have given up myself," Qing Chen nodded.

There was no sound outside the venue, but you could hear faint gunshots once you went inside.

As Old Liu led Qing Chen inside, they encountered many people who greeted him warmly and enthusiastically.

"Let's start with a pistol today, starting with the 10-meter target," Old Liu said, taking out some firearms and bullets that Qing Chen had never seen before and leading him to the shooting position. He teased, "Many people think shooting is a simple thing and dream of becoming a sniper every day, but you'll see once you try. You might not even be able to handle a pistol properly."

Qing Chen thought for a moment, took the pistol, raised his hand and fired a few shots at a target ten meters away to test the trajectory.

The Old Liu looked at the few rings he was getting and a slight smile appeared on his face, "How's it going? Having trouble finding the aim, huh?"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Qing Chen raised his hand again and fired, hitting the bullseye every time.

"Wait a minute, you have no history of owning a gun, so how can you shoot so accurately?" Old Liu felt something was wrong. According to the information they had investigated, Qing Chen was a boxer in underground fighting, but he had never bought any firearms.

Could it be that there's something wrong with the information they gathered? Or is there something wrong with Qing Chen?

Qing Chen explained earnestly, "I've been very sensitive to geometry and space since I was a child. The first few shots were to observe the trajectory, and the later shots were for real."

Old Liu seemed to be deep in thought. He directly picked up a gun with damaged rifling and handed it to Qing Chen: "This pistol is no longer accurate. Because of the damaged rifling, the sights are shifted to the left. If what you just said is true, then prove it to me with this pistol."

Qing Chen thought for a moment, then took the gun and fired a few shots at random. Then, in the next second, the boy pulled the trigger repeatedly, and the bullets pierced the bullseye one after another!

Old Liu's eyes widened in amazement. He shouted to the staff, "Move the target paper back 50 meters!"

This time, Qing Chen didn't even need to check the trajectory; he just fired and hit the bullseye every time!

It wasn't that he didn't want to hide his skills, but rather that he knew this was the only way to get access to and possess a sniper rifle as quickly as possible.

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