A Natural-Born King of Firearms

Yet when this group emerged from the cafeteria and saw those people striding in from the perimeter, heading back to their own rooms, they too stopped in their tracks. Those people did not eat in the cafeteria; they went back to eat meals prepared by assistants. That alone showed they had passed the assessment!

Passing the assessment meant becoming Qianlong reserves. Once their points met the standard, they would become the true Hidden Dragon Gold Medal members everyone dreamed of.

"Hey, brother!" Lin Xiaosu patted the shoulder of the timid young man eating beside him.

The young man looked up and gave him a faint smile in reply.

"What's your name?"

"Zhou Zhen. And you?" the young man asked.

"Lin Xiaosu." Lin Xiaosu said, "What are you good at?"

Zhou Zhen said, "Me being here may have been an accident. I... I just like tinkering with computer viruses."

"A hacker?"

"No. The big brother who brought me here said I can't call myself a hacker from now on. I should be called a Red Hacker."

"When did you get here?"

"Just now! What about you, Xiaosu?"

"Me too, just now... You chose the Spycraft Zone, right?"

"Yeah, the Cyber Control section within the Spycraft Zone. Which section did you choose?"

It was an ordinary question, yet Lin Xiaosu hesitated. Only after a long while did he say, "Firearms, I guess."

After the meal came training time. Lin Xiaosu and Zhou Zhen parted ways at the entrance to the training area. Zhou Zhen went to the Spycraft Zone, while Lin Xiaosu entered the Firearms Zone.

At the summit behind them stood a small courtyard, like something from a Jiangnan water town. A woman sat on a swing, lightly tapping the ground with her toes. The swing soared up, and she looked utterly relaxed.

She was Changye.

But Changye at that moment was completely different from the Changye Lin Xiaosu had met.

Her facial contours had not changed, but her skin was several shades fairer than it had been outside. She had removed her simulated protective skin, and once it came off, her skin was like that of an infant who had never seen daylight.

Her hair was no longer perfectly neat, but floated high in the air.

It was as though she had cast off her shackles, revealing the airy, carefree grace of a fairy drifting through the sky.

Opposite her sat a petite beauty with remarkably lively eyes and a very busy little mouth, eating grapes. The grapes vanished from the table at a rate so astonishing it defied belief. In just a moment, with a flurry of movement from her mouth, the grapes were sharpened, flattened, and reduced to scattered specks at a visible pace, until only a single one remained.

The petite girl spoke. "Sister Changye, have you really been unable to develop medicine to cure your own poison?"

"I have some clues, but I have not truly succeeded yet."

"You have to work harder. Really, you're already completely ripe. You should make arrangements for your future man. Otherwise, wouldn't all that boundless charm of yours have grown for nothing?"

"Xin Yue, Xin Yue, can't you think about something normal at your age?" Changye sighed softly.

"I've always been thinking about normal things. I keep wondering which immortal I offended. Why is it that every time my reserve points get close to the threshold of one thousand, some accident always happens and knocks me back down?"

"Ahem..." Changye's face showed a trace of conflict...

Suddenly, her eyes fixed on a certain direction.

Xin Yue followed her gaze.

A projection appeared in the empty air before them.

It showed a handsome young man, strutting like a john as he walked toward an experimental area. Two large words were written there: Area B.

"Area B! The Firearms Zone!" Xin Yue cried out. "Didn't you say that thing you brought back was a criminal investigation genius? Why didn't he enter the fourth section of the Spycraft Zone? Why did he go into the Firearms Zone instead?"

"That thing... that thing is very strange. Sometimes he looks very smart, but sometimes he gets muddleheaded too. It's fine. After he takes a lap inside, he'll quickly learn what it means for one's profession not to match the job. Once he hits the south wall, won't he turn back?"

Lin Xiaosu entered the Firearms Zone.

He swiped his card across the door, and the large screen before him displayed his personal information, along with the basic rules of the Firearms Zone.

The Firearms Zone covered a broad range, including every kind of firearm and all sorts of equipment. Whether guns or tools, they were all laid out there for use at any time, with instructions displayed beside them.

Lin Xiaosu walked along the shelves ahead, taking in sights unavailable anywhere else in the world.

Dragon Dagger, seven inches and eight tenths long, made of Tungsten Gold. It could stab, slash upward, or chop. The dagger body could bear two hundred jin of weight...

Dragon Cord, eighteen meters long, capable of bearing five hundred jin...

Hair Needle, range of fifty meters, a weapon for espionage...

Dragon Blade, three chi long, specially designed for special operations...

Reverse Bra, for women only, containing Hair Needles, a weapon for espionage...

Lin Xiaosu looked over the countless tools, and his thoughts completely went off the rails. Fuck, what kind of place had I entered? Cups, plates, briefcases, and umbrellas becoming murder weapons was one thing, but even bras and hairpins could be murder weapons? Aren't you afraid everyone will end up traumatized, too tense even to date? Are people supposed to enjoy life happily or not?

Lin Xiaosu did not touch the cold weapons.

Ahead were the proper firearms.

Every sort of gun was available.

Submachine guns, machine guns, rocket launchers, every conceivable model, even miniature missiles.

Of course, they were all loaded with training rounds...

Lin Xiaosu picked up a small pistol. It was only eight inches long, about the size of a larger phone. He figured that if he were truly carrying out missions outside, this was probably the only size of gun he would be willing to choose.

Then he took the gun and pushed open a door beside him.

Beyond the door was a vast platform enclosed by walls on all four sides.

But the moment Lin Xiaosu entered, the lights came on, and the platform's empty space transformed into a wilderness out of thin air, as though by magic.

He knew it was not magic. It was modern holographic projection technology.

The gun in his hand was not actually a real gun either. It was more like a game controller.

Essentially, he was playing a game. Only, this game was highly simulated. If he could hit the target in the game, then replacing the gun in his hand with a real one would let him hit the target just as well in a real environment like this.

That was why it counted as training.

A target appeared ahead, roughly one hundred meters away from him.

"He chose the G2 Pistol. It's short and easy to conceal, but its weakness is that accuracy is difficult to control. Guess how many shots it'll take him to hit the target?" Changye lightly tapped her toes against the ground.

The projection before her showed the full scene in front of Lin Xiaosu.

Xin Yue laughed. "For someone who studied himself stupid, it'll be impressive enough if he can even see the target. You expect him to hit it?"

"You're wrong about that. You can say his fighting skills are lousy, but never say his eyesight is lousy. I bet he'll hit the target within three shots!"

Whoosh!

Lin Xiaosu pulled the trigger. The first bullet landed at least ten meters away from the target.

That was the drawback of a pistol.

Pistols were short, and their accuracy was actually very difficult to control. In modern society, being able to hit a criminal from fifty meters away during an intervention already made someone a sharpshooter. At one hundred meters, it was purely a matter of probability.

"See? This is what they call a profession not matching the job!" Xin Yue cried happily. She somehow produced a bag of sunflower seeds and began cracking them...

The second shot rang out, and Xin Yue froze. "Fuck, it hit the target! A blind cat stumbling onto a dead rat, right?"

The third shot—8 rings displayed on the electronic screen!

The fourth shot—9 rings!

The fifth shot—10 rings!

The sixth shot—10.5 rings!

Lin Xiaosu spun the pistol once around his fingertip, making things harder for himself. He raised his hand, and the seventh shot struck—10.5 rings!

Changye sprang to her feet, her eyes blazing bright.

Xin Yue let out a strange cry. "I fucked his eight fathers, he's that fierce? He's trained before, right?"

"According to the records, he really hasn't! And those 10.5 rings of his rose gradually after he started off missing the target. He clearly wasn't familiar with the gun in his hand at first, but after only seven shots, he was already flowing like water. Watch his movements carefully."

Lin Xiaosu suddenly spun around, completing a full 360-degree turn, then raised his hand and fired!

From raising the gun to firing the bullet, there was not the slightest hitch. Yet the electronic screen displayed 10.6 rings!

"There's no justice in this!" Xin Yue said. "Back then, it took me a full three months to achieve the accuracy of scoring over a hundred rings in ten shots. I was already at a level unprecedented in Qianlong... well, with very few ancient precedents. But this brat did it in an instant! And you still dare say he hasn't trained before?"

Changye's gaze flickered. "Shooting depends on three things. First, eyesight. Second, the coordination and stability of hand and eye becoming one. Third, the insight to adjust the parameters. I have never doubted his eyesight, and his insight appears to be outstanding as well. Now we will see his stability. If every shot afterward scores above 10 rings, then he will be the second Gun God after 066!"

Lin Xiaosu fired ten shots in succession, every single one scoring 10.8 rings.

After those ten shots came another ten—10.9 rings!

The highest standard!

The next fifty shots all scored 10.9 rings.

Changye and Xin Yue's mouths both fell slightly open.

His stability had frightened them.

Then Lin Xiaosu actually began showing off tricks. He spun around, ran several steps across the ground, fired while running, even suddenly leaned backward and fired. His movements completely overturned the standards of the shooting range. To maintain good results, ordinary people needed to remain relatively still, terrified that even a tiny error in stance would make them lose the best shooting angle. But he bounced up and down like a monkey, and whenever the gun in his hand fired, it was always an unquestionable 10.9 rings.

This stability was unprecedented and unsurpassed.

One hundred shots!

Two hundred shots!

Three hundred shots!

Five hundred shots!

With a boom, a great flower appeared on the electronic screen. A bullet, like a streak of flowing light, pierced straight through the screen. It was breathtakingly brilliant, breathtakingly shocking.

Xin Yue and Changye cried out together, "He triggered the Gunslinger Line..."

Five hundred consecutive shots above ten rings had triggered the Gunslinger Line. It meant he had directly cleared the fixed-target course, and it also meant that the best score in the firearms training ground had been born.