Absolute Gun Sense

Which novice who is familiar with firearms can memorize the sound of gunshots and identify the firearm model with their eyes closed?

In the common understanding, being familiar with firearms simply means knowing how to use them, right?

The Old Liu brother had a huge lump in his throat, but he couldn't spit it out.

At this moment, Qing Chen humbly looked at Old Liu and asked, "Sixth Brother, aren't you guys supposed to be this familiar with firearms? Is there something I've overlooked?"

"Ahem," Old Liu said, forcing a smile, "When you're familiar with a firearm, being able to identify its model immediately is important, but during combat, skilled fighters won't always let you find a firing gap. They'll fire in crossfire and cover their teammates while they reload. Some even use their own modified firearms, like those with extended magazines. If you still rely on experience to judge the firing gap at that time, you'll die very quickly."

Qing Chen nodded seriously after listening. "Sixth Brother is right."

The staff nearby almost couldn't stand it anymore. Old Liu was clearly using isolated cases to fool newcomers. The first part was true, but the second part was nonsense: Artistic works often exaggerate the status of modified firearms, but in reality, unauthorized modifications affect stability. Therefore, truly professional gunmen generally don't choose special firearms; instead, they use durable, historically proven weapons. In real combat, experts want to avoid 'accidents' the most. At most, they might fix bullets, but they wouldn't modify the gun itself.

However, the staff also hoped that Old Liu would curb the newcomer's arrogance, so they didn't expose him.

Just then, Old Liu continued, "What I just said is important, but still not the most important. What's most important when you're familiar with firearms? The feel for the gun... When you hold a gun in your hand, you know how heavy it is. That way, you can use your arm muscles to aim as quickly as possible. For example, if you want to lift a 20-pound bag of rice, but you think it weighs 15 pounds, won't you misjudge the weight when you apply force?"

"Hmm," Qing Chen thought for a moment, then suddenly pulled out a pistol and pulled the trigger without hesitation in a second, the bullet hitting the bullseye. "I'm also getting familiar with what Sixth Brother is talking about."

The Old Liu paused for a moment. "There's something even more important, which is getting used to the recoil. When you fire in bursts, each recoil will cause your gun to deviate. Only by getting familiar with the recoil of your weapon can you know how to fine-tune the muzzle after each shot to continue hitting the target..."

Qing Chen thought for a moment, then suddenly reached for another completely different gun, ready to fire.

However, this time, the Old Liu stopped him directly and said calmly, "Alright, I know you're familiar with this too, so put away your supernatural powers."

"Okay," Qing Chen nodded, "I'll continue to familiarize myself with the remaining guns."

The Old Liu waved his hand and said, "Familiar with it, right? Go ahead and fight."

A staff member whispered, "Sixth Brother, you've already used up your quota. If he uses any more, it'll be deducted from your annual salary."

Old Liu was stunned for a moment, then quickly stopped him and said, "Ahem, Brother Qing Chen, didn't you want to play with a sniper rifle? I'll take you to the sniper shooting range behind Beishan right now. I also have a quota of sniper bullets there."

However, Qing Chen shook his head instead. "Sixth Brother, I suddenly feel that it is also important to be familiar with ordinary firearms. Wait for me for a moment, I will learn about the remaining firearms as well."

It must be said that Qing Chen has tried to make every step he has taken solid and grounded along the way.

Even after becoming a Cavalier, he still insists on training every day.

Even after becoming a superhuman, he continued to hone his basic fighting skills.

Like a bamboo shoot, he eagerly absorbed all the water and nutrients useful to him from the soil.

The same applies to training with firearms. At first, Qing Chen really wanted to own and use a sniper rifle so that he would have the ability to snipe others even if he was above his level.

But at this moment, after using more than a dozen firearms, he finally calmed down. Life requires patience, and growth also requires patience. He must stay here and take this opportunity to solidify his foundation.

Once he leaves the Li family, where will he find such a complete armory? Where will he find such free ammunition?

But Old Liu was in a bad mood. He had never counted how many bullets Qing Chen had just fired, and he had no idea that the other side would consume ammunition so quickly.

Old Liu whispered to Qing Chen, "Don't bother getting familiar with conventional firearms, brother. You're already very good at it."

"Sixth Brother, I haven't even touched an automatic rifle yet," Qing Chen, now truly unwilling to leave. He was worried that if he missed this opportunity, he would never have the chance to squander it like this again.

Qing Chen had been poor for many years, so he would never let go of an opportunity to take advantage of loopholes.

What if Old Liu isn't so generous in the future? He meant "what if."

When Old Liu saw that Qing Chen was unwilling to leave, he immediately felt distressed.

However, when he saw Qing Chen's determined eyes, he suddenly felt a sense of appreciation for talent. Old Liu called to the staff, "Keep loading the magazines for this kid, let him have a good time."

The shooting practice lasted from morning until afternoon, and even the staff in the venue were replaced, but Qing Chen tirelessly familiarized himself with all the guns in order.

All.

At first he felt fine, but gradually his palms began to ache.

If he hadn't possessed the physique of an extraordinary being, the recoil alone would probably have been enough to injure him.

Once Qing Chen became familiar with the automatic rifle, this overload training method became more and more damaging to his body. In particular, when the recoil was transmitted through the buttstock at his shoulder, it would even aggravate the pain in the two broken ribs.

It was only then that Old Liu looked at Qing Chen with a puzzled expression and asked, "I know how badly you were injured yesterday, which is why I'm even more confused. Doesn't it hurt? If it does, why are you training in such a self-destructive way?"

As Qing Chen pulled the trigger, he asked, "Sixth Brother, is there any training that isn't painful?"

Old Liu thought about it and realized that it was really true... How could training not be painful?

Qing Chen continued, "Training is always painful, but not having to spend money will lessen some of the pain in my heart."

The Old Liu was speechless. So you're transferring your pain onto me? No wonder my heart hurts so much.

A staff member standing nearby glanced at the pile of yellow bullet casings next to Qing Chen, which looked like a small mountain, and muttered, "Sixth Brother, at this rate of shooting, you're going to be in for a lot of trouble."

Old Liu's eyes darted around, and he suddenly said shrewdly, "You don't know anything. Just let him hit you, I'll pay for everything."

He suddenly realized something: Qing Chen wasn't a real bodyguard; this guy was being kept by Boss Changqing...

Therefore, as long as Old Liu goes back and explains the situation to Boss Changqing, he will not have to pay for Qing Chen's expenses today!

With the boss around, what right does he have to show off?

Given Boss Changqing's magnanimity, he's already given away a set of gene serum. So what if this kid demolishes the stadium today? It's no big deal!

The next moment, the gunfire suddenly stopped.

In the quiet venue, Old Liu and the staff felt a little out of sorts; after a day of gunfire, their ears were almost deafened.

After the gunfire stopped, everyone even felt a ringing in their ears.

Qing Chen looked at the Old Liu: "Sixth brother, I've already familiarized myself with everything."

The Old Liu hesitated for a moment. "You've memorized the sounds of all the gunfire?"

"More or less," Qing Chen replied.

"You've memorized the recoil of all the firearms?"

"Almost."

Old Liu thought to himself, "You've learned to be humble now."

Then, Qing Chen said with great interest, "Let's try out the sniper rifle."

The Old Liu was both amused and exasperated. "Don't you need to rest for a while?"

Looking at Qing Chen's expression, he thought to himself, "Is this kid in such a hurry to finish practicing in one day because he's worried about not having enough free ammo in the future?"

After thinking for a moment, Old Liu tentatively said, "Brother, here's the thing, I, Old Liu, guarantee with my integrity that as long as you come to the training ground to practice shooting in the future, you can put the bill on my tab."

"Really?" Qing Chen's eyes lit up, then he rubbed his shoulder, which was sore from the impact of the gun butt. "Then there's no need to rush."

The Old Liu's eyes widened. "So you're working so hard just to save money!"

To be honest, at this moment he was thinking about a question: the information showed that after Qing Chen's family fell into poverty, they suffered for more than three years and were finally forced to sell their property.

Qing Chen's performance now is something only someone who has suffered can demonstrate.

Only someone who has been terrified of poverty would cherish an opportunity so much.

Old Liu limped towards the exit of the venue. "Come on, I'll take you to the airport behind the mountain tomorrow and let you have a good time. To be honest, I also want to see how accurate you are when you hold a sniper rifle."

Qing Chen followed behind with a smile, "Thank you, Sixth Brother."

"But you should be prepared," Old Liu said. "Sniper rifles are different from what you're practicing with now. It's not just about increased range. The most important thing is that when the range increases, the wind on the ground, the moisture in the air, the Coriolis force, and gravity will all work against you."

The Old Liu continued, "Your current ability is that as long as the trajectory is a straight line, you can hit the target. However, if the trajectory of a sniper bullet exceeds 400 meters, it is no longer a straight trajectory in the traditional sense."

When using a sniper rifle, the minimum trajectory deviation is between 100 and 300 meters, which means you can simply aim at the enemy with the crosshair and pull the trigger.

Beyond 400 meters, it falls into the realm of expertise; beyond 600 meters, the bullet's kinetic energy decreases, and its susceptibility to external factors increases. Therefore, hitting a target at 800 meters can be considered the mark of a true sniper.

At 1600 meters, the target is barely visible to the sniper. At this point, the sniper no longer needs the naked eye, but rather a more mysterious and absolute feel for the gun.

Therefore, those who can hit their target at a distance of more than 1600 meters are gods among snipers.

This is why sharpshooters in conglomerates receive treatment comparable to B-Class experts.

The Old Liu said, "In the Federal Army, there are countless so-called sharpshooters in the pistol and automatic rifle categories. You are just one of them now, but many of them have fallen at the 600-meter mark."

Qing Chen nodded seriously. "Thank you for the reminder, Sixth Brother. I'll try it tomorrow."

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