That's Going Too Far

"You've really never handled a gun before?" Old Liu asked suddenly, looking at the target paper 50 meters away.

A 50-meter target is a fairly standard distance for a pistol. Some people like to practice drawing their gun quickly at 100 meters, but Old Liu knows that 50 meters is more than enough in most encounters. Beyond that distance, you should switch to an automatic rifle for suppressive fire.

"I've touched it," Qing Chen said while changing the magazine. "When I was a child, my father had a pistol for self-defense, which I later pawned."

At this point, Old Liu noticed that Qing Chen was initially very clumsy at using firearms, even changing magazines. However, after changing three magazines, he immediately became as skilled as a veteran.

Qing Chen emptied another magazine, then looked at Old Liu: "Sixth Brother, could you take this pistol apart and let me take a look?"

After thinking for a moment, Old Liu skillfully fiddled with the Grey Fox-012 Federal Army standard pistol a few times and disassembled it.

Qing Chen closed his eyes and recalled for a second, then deftly reassembled the Grey Fox-012 and then disassembled it again.

He disassembled and reassembled it again and again, and by the third time, he was already as fast as a veteran of the Federal Army.

Old Liu scratched the back of his head. He suddenly realized that no matter what the other person was learning, they would become exceptionally proficient by the third time.

He was already on guard because their investigation had indicated that Qing Chen was completely incapable of using firearms, but the boy's current abilities contradicted the findings.

Therefore, Old Liu has reason to suspect that Qing Chen may have fabricated his past identity and then concealed it to come to Changqing's side.

But Old Liu felt something was off. What kind of undercover agent would expose himself as soon as he entered the Banshan Manor? Only a fool would do that!

Therefore, compared to his previous guess, he felt that Qing Chen was more eager to prove himself and then go and touch the sniper rifle.

Old Liu and the others have already thoroughly investigated Qing Chen's past identity, so there's no point in investigating further.

Then we can only confirm it from other aspects.

However, Old Liu's duty is to protect Li Changqing's safety, and there are some things that need to be confirmed. "Brother Qing Chen, I need to confirm some things. Don't worry too much. It's always good to be cautious when working for the boss."

"Yes, I understand," Qing Chen nodded.

At this point, Qing Chen had already made up his mind. He stayed with the Li family because Yi had asked him to meet in person, which led to Li Changqing showing him great favor.

But now he doesn't want to sacrifice himself for such a trivial matter, so he needs to prove his strength.

The Old Liu simply led Qing Chen to the archery range and said, "This is usually where the children learn archery. The bodyguards don't come here. I just saw that your hand is very steady. You can hit the bullseye after three shots with any gun. If you can draw the bow and calculate the trajectory just like you are with a gun, then we can let this matter go."

These days, there are many people who know how to use guns, but few who play with bows... and even fewer who have seen a bow!

Guns were weapons for survival, while bows were toys for nobles.

Old Liu sixth brother said, "I won't make things difficult for you. Bows are definitely harder than guns. If you can hit the target on your third try at a 50-meter target, we won't pursue this matter. Moreover, you can use my quota for any kind of gun and bullets at the shooting range. My quota is much higher than that of ordinary people. If you want to practice shooting outside, a single sniper bullet costs several hundred yuan."

"Okay," Qing Chen nodded lightly and casually picked up a recurve bow from the bow rack.

The Old Liu also took one. "I'll demonstrate for you how to nock the bow and shoot the arrow; the rest is up to you."

As he spoke, he drew his bow, released it, and the slender arrow struck the bullseye with a soft thud.

Qing Chen glanced at Old Liu in surprise, not expecting that Li Changqing's security chief was such a jack-of-all-trades, capable of doing everything.

"Hehe," the Old Liu laughed, looking at his expression, "You don't need to envy me, it's just a matter of practice."

Qing Chen recalled Old Liu's actions and fired an arrow directly.

The arrow twisted and soared through the air before landing lightly outside the target.

However, Qing Chen didn't think much of it. He drew another arrow, placed two fingers lightly on the bowstring, and pulled it back. His hand didn't tremble at all, and his chest and abdomen stopped rising and falling as he held his breath.

With a whoosh, the arrow was launched again.

At this moment, Old Liu clearly sensed a change in Qing Chen's aura. It was something indescribable, like someone who had everything under control.

With a thud, Qing Chen's second arrow landed on the target.

Old Liu was dumbfounded. Hitting the target with a bow and arrow at 50 meters is much more difficult than hitting the target with a gun, because the trajectory of a bullet is straight within 50 meters, but that of a bow and arrow is not.

At this moment, Old Liu also noticed a detail: when Qing Chen nocked the bow, his body leaned slightly forward. This was not a standard movement, but it was very similar to Old Liu's own.

But Old Liu was like that because he was lame, and he never expected that Qing Chen would even learn that.

He was now convinced that Qing Chen might truly be a learning genius, and quickly corrected him, "Your posture is a bit off. You should lean back a little more to be more stable. I do this because I have a limp, but don't imitate that..."

"I was wondering why something felt off," Qing Chen muttered, as he drew his bow again and fired the third arrow, which struck the bullseye perfectly.

Not only that, Qing Chen skillfully drew his bow and shot seven more arrows, each hitting the bullseye.

Qing Chen looked at the Old Liu: "It's all about practice."

Old Liu: "..."

This time, he truly believed that Qing Chen's ability to pick up firearms so quickly was indeed due to his exceptional talent.

"I keep my word. From now on, you can use my quota when you come to the shooting range. Even if you use up all your monthly quota, I won't even flinch. If I did, I wouldn't be a hero," Old Liu muttered with a hint of heartache.

"Can I go practice with the sniper rifle now?" Qing Chen asked.

"Okay," Old Liu sighed, "I'll take you after you've become familiar with conventional firearms. Although you have a strong learning ability, don't be too ambitious. The probability of an average person using conventional firearms is much higher than the probability of using a sniper rifle."

"Thank you, Sixth Brother," Qing Chen said sincerely. He already knew that the Old Liu Brother wasn't a bad person; at least he hadn't deliberately made things difficult for him.

Old Liu thought to himself, "Is this young man always this calm?"

He recalled the boxing match from the previous night. Yes, to be able to defeat Land Cruiser Class boy in the Octagon Cage, one must have a strong mental fortitude.

Moreover, Old Liu had previously thought that Qing Chen's joining the security team was just for show, since security is different from boxing matches.

But now, the other side is about to make up for its weakness in firearms.

Old Liu recalled the hardships he endured while practicing shooting and thought to himself that the difference between people in this world is truly enormous.

He led Qing Chen back to the weapons section. "Take a look for yourself, and tell me what you need."

"Sixth Brother, please let me try out all the guns, and equip each gun with five magazines," Qing Chen said.

Since Old Liu said that he could only handle the sniper rifle after he was familiar with all the conventional firearms, then I should familiarize myself with it and show him.

The Old Liu was shocked. "Even though I have a lot of quotas, do I really need to squander them like this?"

"It's not wasteful," Qing Chen shook his head and said, "It's actually useful."

Immediately afterwards, Old Liu had someone bring over two cartloads of guns, the shelves filled with a dazzling array of everything.

Qing Chen took out one gun after another and pulled the trigger, silently calculating something in his mind.

Today is a weekday, and there aren't many security guards training at the venue. Several staff members, along with Old Liu, simply helped him refill his magazines.

Qing Chen, like a heartless shooting machine, continued shooting even as his hands ached from the recoil.

Gradually, a whole layer of shell casings was scattered on the ground around Qing Chen, countless in number.

The staff glanced at him every now and then, thinking to themselves, "This unfamiliar face must have come from nowhere. Is he just wasting his time?"

However, Qing Chen was using Old Liu's quota, so they couldn't say anything.

Normally, bodyguards don't have the authority to allocate so much ammunition and firearms.

At this moment, Old Liu felt something was wrong. He sat to the side, silently observing Qing Chen as he loaded the gleaming yellow bullets into the magazine.

Just then, after Qing Chen had tested more than thirty pistols, Old Liu suddenly stood up and said to him, "Close your eyes."

Qing Chen calmly closed his eyes.

Old Liu casually took a pistol from the gun rack and pulled the trigger at the target.

The staff looked on in surprise, wondering what Old Liu was up to.

But then Old Liu suddenly asked, "What kind of gun am I using?"

Qing Chen calmly stated, "Chihe-021, 7.62mm caliber, 12 rounds."

The Old Liu switched to another gun and pulled the trigger. "Now?"

"Desert-001, 5.42mm caliber, 17 rounds."

Old Liu changed four more pistols in a row, and Qing Chen could accurately name the guns just by listening to the gunshots.

Now it was the staff's turn to be shocked. If Old Liu hadn't cooperated with the boy in front of them in acting, this would have been terrifying.

Old Liu had just told them that the guy practicing shooting today had never handled a firearm before, but now he can identify firearms just by listening to their sounds.

The Old Liu then had his doubts resolved. "Were you memorizing these things just now?"

"Hmm," Qing Chen nodded, "Sixth Brother, you said we need to be familiar with conventional firearms. I think what you said makes a lot of sense. If we can identify firearms in actual combat, we can clearly know the enemy's effective firing range and how many bullets are in his regular magazine. This way, we can calculate when he will need to reload."

On the battlefield, being able to calculate the time it takes to reload a magazine is a terrifying thing. Anyone who has actually been on the battlefield knows very well that this time is called the firepower vacuum, which is the most dangerous moment for everyone.

Old Liu was speechless. He thought to himself, "I only asked you to familiarize yourself with conventional firearms so that you would know how to use them. I didn't mean to make you familiar with them to this extent!"