Su Wei took off his hat, rubbed his cheeks which had become numb from the cold, and walked to the fire to warm his hands.
"Distance?"
"I stopped on a snow ridge at a height of 42 meters. To confirm, I took a picture."
Su Wei said.
"It smelled some of my scent, but didn't find me."
Black's face was expressionless, but he took the cigar out of his mouth and stubbed it out in the ashtray.
A sharp whistle rang out.
A few minutes later, the door was kicked open.
Caesar burst in, his head covered in snow, the canvas bag still dangling from his mouth.
It ran to Black's feet, put down its bag, then turned its head and gave Su Wei, who was warming himself by the fire, a complicated look in its eyes.
It did indeed smell a faint scent just now, so faint that it thought it was just an illusion brought on by the wind.
Black reached out and ruffled Caesar's massive head.
"You pass."
[Having passed the test of hunter master Black ]
[ Hunting Module Experience +36]
A faint line of text flashed before Su Wei's eyes. "Having passed a test."
His Hunting Module even gained more experience.
It's worth noting that the previous experience gain was gained during group brown bear hunts.
But he doesn't have time to study it right now.
The prolonged exposure to low temperatures caused his core body temperature to drop somewhat, and he needs to recover as soon as possible.
"Don't rush to warm yourself by the fire."
Black stood up, took the Su Wei Browning rifle from the gun cabinet, and tossed it over.
Su Wei caught it instinctively.
The gun was ice-cold, and a layer of white frost had formed on its metal surface.
Tracking is just the entry ticket. Finding a bear doesn't mean you can kill it.
Black grabbed the coat hanging by the door, his voice low and hoarse.
"If you're going to take action in a blizzard, then you'll have to get used to firing in this kind of awful weather."
The old hunter pushed open the door, and the howling wind filled the room once again.
"Take your bullets."
"Next subject: Shooting in strong winds under extreme cold conditions."
Chapter 155 Extreme Firearms Trial
Su Wei took the Browning rifle.
He pulled back the bolt to check the magazine; his movements were mechanical and practiced, and the click sounded crisp in the room.
Black didn't give him even a second to prepare, turning around and pushing open the heavy wooden door again.
A fierce wind, carrying snow, rushed in, instantly shattering the warmth inside the house.
The two walked out of the wooden house one after the other.
The snowstorm was even stronger in the early morning than before.
The searchlights overhead could only shine a dozen meters, and the light was reflected by the ice crystals into a pale white haze, making it impossible to see anything in the distance.
Black walked towards the open area behind the cabin.
That was the area where he chopped wood, now covered in ankle-deep snow.
The old hunter stopped, turned his back to the wind and snow, and took out an empty bullet casing from his pocket.
He didn't turn around, and tossed it away casually.
The golden copper shell traced a faint arc and landed on a black basalt rock a hundred meters away.
The bullet casings were only the length of a finger, almost indistinguishable to the naked eye in the pitch-black, snowy night.
One hundred meters.
Black's voice was broken by the wind, yet remained cold and hard.
"Shoot it away."
Without wasting words, Su Wei quickly drew his gun.
One hundred meters is a direct-fire range for this Browning rifle, and bullet drop is negligible.
Even for a target the size of a fingernail, in a windless environment, Su Wei was confident he could hit it with a single shot.
But now, this is not the firing range.
A crosswind rushed in from the left front, carrying ice particles that lashed against the gun barrel erratically.
Su Wei felt the gun barrel vibrate rapidly in the wind.
He took a deep breath, regulated his breathing, and tried to steady the gun between two heartbeats.
A pale blue light curtain lit up in my field of vision.
[ Hunting Module LV2 Automatically Activated]
[Environmental monitoring: Wind speed 7, gusts 8. Wind direction: West Northwest.]
[Ballistic correction assist is enabled. Calculating.]
A golden dotted line quickly appeared in the scope's field of view.
It is not a straight line, but a parabola slightly offset to the right. The system calculates the effects of gravity and continuous wind deflection.
The gold thread locked onto the bronze cartridge case, turning into a red cross.
Despite the 20-meter distance, Su Wei remained confident.
Looking at the perfect golden trajectory, Su Wei felt reassured.
The system's data is calculated based on physical laws, making it more accurate than vague human intuition.
Su Wei slightly adjusted the muzzle, pressing the center of the crosshairs in the scope firmly against the guide point of the golden trajectory.
If you deduct the point, you're guaranteed to win.
He held his breath, his finger slowly pressing the trigger, sensing the critical point of the second spark.
"Bang."
A burst of flame shot from the gun muzzle, instantly illuminating the surrounding swirling snowflakes.
Su Wei didn't blink; through the scope, he could clearly see that the bronze cartridge case remained completely still.
About half a meter to the left of the cartridge case, a cloud of stone dust exploded from the hard basalt surface.
It's off-center.
It's ridiculously off-target, like something a complete novice would shoot.
Su Wei was stunned.
The system's trajectory is clearly displayed there, so why is it deviating so much?
Is there a system error?
"That's all you've got."
Black's voice came from behind, filled with undisguised mockery and disappointment.
"Do you think that as long as you aim the crosshair at the right spot, the bullet will obediently follow orders?"
Black walked to Su Wei's side, his deep-set eyes fixed on him.
"What are you looking at? Your eyes have no purpose, only those rigid distances and measurements."
Su Wei pulled the bolt, and the scorching hot copper casing sizzled as it fell onto the snow.
"Just a moment ago... the wind direction changed."
"The wind is always changing. This is the Alaska wilderness, not your temperature-controlled laboratory."
Black rudely interrupted him.
"In the fraction of a second it took you to pull the trigger, it could have been a swirling wind or an updraft. The instant you fired, the airflow in the valley collided with the turbulent wind here, creating a vacuum vortex."
"And before that, your body didn't give me any feedback. You stood there like a poorly made robot, executing an outdated command."
Su Wei frowned, a chill running through him.
The system's trajectory calculation does have a delay of a few tenths of a second. It calculates the average value of continuous wind speed, but it is difficult to capture such rapidly changing turbulence.
"Take off your gloves."