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Chapter 82: Chapter 80: The Feeling of a Gun God (Please Follow)
December 31st.
As evening approaches, a blush of crimson emerges in the city sky.
East Capital University, postgraduate examination site.
With the final bell of the last exam sounding, the quiet academic building instantly fills with noises of hubbub.
A large group of young men and women, dressed in down jackets with hands in their pockets, file out of the exam hall one after another.
Gone is the impatient atmosphere of sharing post-exam thoughts with each other as seen during the college entrance examination.
Nor is there a scene of people searching through crowded throngs for classmates and parents.
Each of them appears much steadier and more mature than in their younger days.
Fang Cheng, with a shoulder bag, exits the exam hall along with the crowd.
After two straight days and four subjects, the exams are finally over.
He looks up at the bright sky painted by the setting sun and exhales softly.
What follows may perhaps be an even more important form of preparation...
"Doot doot—"
Outside the school gate, a dilapidated domestic sedan is parked, honking its horn.
Ma Donghe spots Fang Cheng walking out, immediately opens the car door, and starts calling out his name.
Fang Cheng, following the sound, briskly walks over.
Taking a seat in the back of the car, he realizes the driver is the blond guy who once suffered his Iron Fist.
The blond’s expression is somewhat awkward as he turns around and offers a smile.
Missing a few teeth, his face is still bandaged with white gauze.
Fang Cheng can assure.
These injuries have nothing to do with him.
Not just because so much time has passed.
But also because he has learned the law and understands restraint; he never goes all out when fighting.
Through some conversation, he learns that his name is "Chen Yingjun," and that he has been with Ma Donghe since childhood.
However, another subordinate named Ah Dong is nowhere to be seen today.
Fang Cheng does not ask further.
"This time our destination is near West Mountain, about an hour’s drive."
Ma Donghe, seated in the passenger side, turns and speaks.
"That place belongs to the East City Association. Be very cautious with your words and actions when you’re in there, and avoid publicizing anything after leaving."
He worriedly repeats to Fang Cheng, who might be unaware of the circumstances:
"The East City Association is one of the three longstanding groups in East Capital, with substantial influence. Lately, there has been constant friction with the Red Tiger Gang, and it could be troublesome if we provoke them..."
Fang Cheng nods.
He is simply looking for a place to practice his Gun Skill and improve his Skills.
He has zero interest in any Jianghu grudge and is certainly not an undercover agent planted by the police.
Below the night sky, the car travels along the winding mountain road, leaving a trail of red light behind.
Before long, they arrive at a spot resembling a holiday villa.
Slowly passing through the opened iron gate, they see a cluster of brightly lit buildings.
There are even several well-dressed individuals arriving in luxury cars, stepping towards the main hall filled with music and laughter.
However, beneath this serene and peaceful facade, a dangerous aura is concealed.
Fang Cheng takes a brief glance and notices in the corners of the buildings inside the villa, the occasional figures armed and keeping watch.
"There’s a casino over there; our destination is this way."
After alighting from the car, Ma Donghe points towards a modest-looking underground passage entrance in the distance.
Looking over, there are two burly men in black suits and with bulging waists standing guard at the entrance, their fierce gaze scrutinizing any approaching strangers.
With Ma Donghe serving as a guarantor and after a round of negotiations, Fang Cheng is smoothly allowed to follow along inside.
The Blond is left outside to watch the car, waiting for the two.
This underground shooting range doesn’t look very large from the outside, but inside it has another world entirely, fully equipped.
There is a service area, shooting booths area, and a shooting hall, all designed with the air of a proper range.
Being his first visit, there’s even a special shooting coach for guidance.
After registering with a pseudonym and getting a temporary membership card, Fang Cheng, accompanied by the coach, heads to the shooting area.
Following the instructions, put on the shooting glasses and headset, and pick up the training gun.
Then stand at the firing line, personally load the bullets, and prepare to shoot.
Ahead is a range with multiple bullet trajectories, equipped with adjustable precision targets, moving targets, and bulletproof sound-absorbing walls, all built to live ammunition shooting standards.
As a novice, you generally start training from the most basic 15-meter fixed target position.
This is also the practical effective range of most handguns in combat; beyond this distance, the hit rate will plummet.
Click.
Fang Cheng gently disengaged the trigger safety.
With a two-handed grip, he held onto the gun, squinting with his left eye, aiming at the target paper ahead.
Under the coach’s guidance, he kept making minor adjustments to his stance and hand positions.
In his mind, he also silently gauged the feeling of keeping the gun’s notch, front sight, and bullseye in a straight line.
Shooting is a skill that greatly requires talent.
The most important is having keen perception abilities, including vision, hearing, and touch.
Being able to quickly perceive changes in the external environment, and to accurately judge the distance and angle of the target.
Next is the requirements for body coordination and balance.
During firing range training, it’s sufficient if the arms and shoulders are strong enough to ensure a stable shooting posture.
However, it’s different in actual combat, where running, jumping, and other vigorous movements often accompany the shooting, and the demands on physical fitness are extremely high.
Bang!
The gunpowder in the bullet shell burned violently, and flames with smoke spewed from the barrel.
"7 ring."
The instructing voice from the headset reached Fang Cheng, who frowned slightly, looking at the bullet hole on the target paper.
Initially, he thought that with his physical condition and a Spirit Attribute of 22 points, he would hit the bullseye with his first shot.
Yet, the result was less than satisfactory.
Reflecting briefly, at the moment of pulling the trigger, he seemed a bit hesitant.
As his emotions fluctuated, the aiming sensation was disrupted, and his finger trembled slightly.
In a real combat situation, this could be fatal.
Since one has chosen to pick up a gun, when facing an enemy, there can be no trace of mercy.
Otherwise, the first to fall will surely be oneself.
This is the other talent required for shooting: extreme patience, ruthlessness, and concentration.
Fang Cheng did not activate his Concentration Skill because of this, and after adjusting his mentality, he continued to try shooting.
Bang!
The flame erupted.
The second shot was a significant improvement, hitting the 8 ring.
Bang! Bang!
The two subsequent shots both hit the bullseye, scoring 10 rings.
With these excellent scores, Fang Cheng requested to adjust the target to a 50-meter distance.
Which is beyond the normal effective range of a handgun.
This time, not being familiar with the trajectory, the first shot only hit the 6 ring.
After quickly adjusting his sense, the second shot hit the bullseye directly in an exaggerated manner.
"Fang Cheng, have you had gun training before?"
Ma Donghe, who was watching from the side, couldn’t help but express his surprise.
[Congratulations, you have grasped the principles of shooting, successfully mastering a weapon skill]
[Unlocked skill: Gun Skill lv0 (0/100)]
Fang Cheng took off his headset, looked at the information that appeared before him, and then nodded with a smile:
"I fired blank rounds in military training at university before, now I just found a bit of the shooting feeling."
Is this just finding a bit of the feeling? Are you a natural-born marksman?
Ma Donghe couldn’t help but complain inwardly.
He always felt that this seemingly handsome and sunny guy was unpredictable like a monster in every aspect.
However, the following performance of Fang Cheng made him even more dumbfounded. 𝘯𝑜𝑣𝑝𝑢𝘣.𝑐𝑜𝑚
As a novice, he boldly challenged the highly difficult moving targets.
