80: Chapter 80 The Feeling of a Gun God

Chapter 80: The Feeling of a Gun God (Seeking Follow-up Reads)

December 31st.

Near dusk, a touch of rosy clouds appeared in the city sky.

Dongdu University, postgraduate examination center.

As the bell for the end of the final exam rang, the quiet teaching building instantly erupted with clamor.

Large groups of young men and women wearing down jackets with their hands in their pockets walked out of the examination room one after another.

There was no eager atmosphere of sharing post-exam experiences with each other like during the college entrance examination.

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Nor was there the sight of searching everywhere for classmates and parents amidst the crowded crowd.

Everyone appeared much steadier and more mature than in their youth.

Fang Cheng carried a cross-body bag and walked out of the examination room with the crowd.

After two consecutive days, the examinations for four subjects finally ended.

He looked up at the bright sky rendered by the afterglow and let out a light sigh.

Next, there might be even more important battle preparations...

"Beep——"

Outside the school gate, an old-painted domestic sedan was parked, sounding its horn.

Seeing Fang Cheng walk out, Ma Donghe immediately opened the car door, waved, and shouted his name.

Fang Cheng looked towards the sound and then walked over quickly.

Sitting in the back seat of the car, he found that the driver was the yellow-haired man who had once suffered his Iron Fist.

The yellow-haired man's expression was slightly awkward as he turned his head and smiled at him.

A few teeth were startlingly missing from his mouth, and his face was still bandaged with a piece of white gauze.

Fang Cheng could guarantee.

These injuries had nothing to do with him.

It was not just because so much time had passed.

It was even more because he had studied the law, understood boundaries, and always held back some strength when hitting people.

Through some conversation, he learned that his name was "Chen Yingjun" and he had hung out with Ma Donghe since childhood.

As for Ah Dong, another follower, he was not seen today.

Fang Cheng didn't ask much.

"The place we are going this time is near Xishan, about a 1-hour drive."

Ma Donghe sat in the front passenger seat and spoke while turning his head back.

"That side belongs to the property of the Dongcheng Association. You must watch your words and actions carefully after entering, and do not publicize it outside after coming out."

Fearing that Fang Cheng did not understand the situation, he specially explained:

"The Dongcheng Association is one of the three major veteran syndicates in Dongdu, and its influence is very large. Recently, it has had continuous friction with the Red Tiger Gang. If you provoke them, it will be very troublesome..."

Fang Cheng nodded.

He was just finding a place to practice Marksmanship and improve his skills.

He had no interest in any Jianghu grievances, nor was he an undercover agent sent by the police.

Under the cover of night, the car drove along the winding mountain road, dragging a red tail light.

Not long after, they came to a place that looked like a resort villa.

Slowly passing through the opened iron gate, a brightly lit cluster of buildings could be seen.

There were even a few well-dressed individuals also arriving here in luxury cars, stepping towards the main hall from which music and laughter came.

However, hidden beneath this quiet and peaceful exterior was a dangerous aura.

With a slight sweep of Fang Cheng's gaze, he found that inside the villa, in every corner of the buildings, figures holding guns on guard could be seen from time to time.

"There is a casino over there, and the place we are going to is this side."

After getting out of the car, Ma Donghe pointed to another inconspicuous underground passageway entrance in the distance.

Looking over, two burly men in black suits with bulging waists were guarding the door, staring fiercely at any approaching strangers.

With Ma Donghe as the guarantor and after coming forward to negotiate, Fang Cheng was able to smoothly follow them inside.

The yellow-haired man stayed outside to watch the car and wait for the two.

This underground shooting range did not look very large from the outside, but inside it was a completely different world with complete facilities.

The service area, firing point area, and shooting hall were designed with quite the style of a formal shooting range.

Because it was his first time coming, there was also a dedicated shooting coach to guide him.

Fang Cheng registered a fake name, processed a temporary membership card, and followed the coach to the shooting area.

According to the instructions, he put on the shooting glasses and headset, and picked up the training gun.

Then he stood at the shooting platform position, personally loaded the bullets, and prepared for shooting.

Ahead was a row of multi-trajectory firing point areas, equipped with liftable precision targets, moving targets, and bulletproof sound-absorbing walls, all constructed to the standards of live-fire shooting.

As a beginner, training usually starts from the most common 15-meter fixed firing point.

This is also the true effective range of most pistols in actual combat; beyond this distance, the hit rate will drop sharply.

Click.

Fang Cheng gently turned off the trigger safety.

With a two-handed stance, he gripped the gun handle, half-squinted his left eye, and aimed at the target paper erected in front.

Under the coach's reminder, he continuously made slight adjustments to his standing posture and hand gestures.

In his heart, he also silently weighed the feeling of keeping the pistol's rear sight, front sight, and bullseye in a straight line.

Shooting is a skill that requires a lot of talent.

Without a single mistake, look at each one!

The primary requirement is to possess acute perceptual abilities, including vision, hearing, and touch.

Being able to quickly perceive changes in the external environment and accurately judge the target's distance and angle.

Secondly, there are requirements for bodily coordination and balance.

When training at the shooting range, it is only necessary for the arm and shoulder strength to be sufficient to ensure the stability of the gun-holding action.

It is different in actual combat, which is often accompanied by strenuous exercises such as running and jumping, and the requirements for physical fitness can be described as extremely high.

Bang!

The gunpowder inside the cartridge case burned violently, and the gunfire accompanied by smoke spewed out from the muzzle.

"7 rings."

The coach's instruction sounded in the headset, and Fang Cheng frowned slightly, looking at the bullet hole on the target paper.

He originally thought that with his own physical fitness, coupled with 22 points of spirit attribute, he could hit the bullseye on the first shot.

As a result, the score was barely satisfactory.

Reflecting slightly, the moment he pulled the trigger, he seemed to hesitate a bit.

Along with emotional fluctuations, the feeling of aiming was interrupted, and his fingers trembled slightly.

If this situation happened in actual combat, it would be very fatal.

Since he chose to pick up a gun and face the enemy, he must never have the slightest thought of softness.

Otherwise, the one who falls first will inevitably be himself.

This is another talent required for shooting: extreme patience, ruthlessness, and Focus.

Fang Cheng did not activate the Focus Skill because of this. After adjusting his mindset, he continued to try shooting.

Bang!

The gunfire erupted.

The second shot improved significantly, hitting 8 rings.

Bang! Bang!

Then, in two consecutive shots, both startlingly hit the bullseye, 10 rings.

Under the premise of this excellent achievement, Fang Cheng requested to adjust the target position to a 50-meter distance.

That is, beyond the normal effective range of a pistol.

This time, because he was not yet familiar with the trajectory, the first shot only hit 6 rings.

After quickly adjusting his feel, the second shot directly and exaggeratedly hit the bullseye.

"Fang Cheng, have you learned Marksmanship before?"

Ma Donghe, who was standing aside watching, couldn't help being a little surprised.

[Congratulations, you have comprehended the principles of shooting and successfully mastered a weapon skill]

[Unlocked Skill: Marksmanship lv0 (0 / 100)]

Fang Cheng took off his headset, looked at the information appearing before his eyes, and then smiled and nodded:

"I shot blank rounds during college military training before, and now I've found a bit of the feeling of shooting."

Is this called finding a bit of the feeling? Are you a born gun god?

Ma Donghe couldn't help muttering inwardly in his heart.

He always felt that this seemingly handsome and sunny guy in front of him was as unpredictable as a monster in all aspects.

However, Fang Cheng's subsequent performance left him even more dumbfounded.

As a beginner, he actually leapfrogged to challenge the super high-difficulty moving targets.

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