81: Chapter 81 Special Effects: "Ghost Shooting"

Chapter 81 Special Effect "Ghost Shooting" (Seeking Follow-up Reads)

"Bang, bang, bang—"

Muzzle flashes suddenly erupted, and gunfire echoed continuously inside the shooting hall.

The targets moving rapidly along the rails were successively hit by speeding bullets, falling down one after another.

Fang Cheng stopped his equally fast-moving steps, his gaze calm, and slowly relaxed the index finger that had been pulling the trigger.

Waiting for the gunsmoke and echoes to dissipate, he counted the bullet impacts on all the target papers.

Within one minute, including the time to change magazines, he hit a total of 30 moving targets.

Among them, 18 hits were in the bullseye, 7 in the 9th ring, 4 in the 8th ring, and 1 in the 7th ring.

At the same time, the interface appearing before his eyes also provided experience growth information.

Comparing the two.

Roughly hitting the bullseye gave 3 experience points, hitting the 9th ring gave 1 experience point, while the 8th and 7th rings gave no experience.

Theoretically, a total of 61 experience points increased, minus the occasional decay value that appeared after the progress bar passed the halfway mark.

[Marksmanship lv0 (52/100)]

"I wonder how much experience hitting an Immortal Master would give?"

Fang Cheng silently recalled the feeling of the previous continuous shooting, reloaded the bullets, and waited for the next round of instructions.

"Bang, bang, bang—"

Soon, the continuous sound of gunfire echoed again within the moving target area.

After the second round of live-fire shooting training, the bullet impacts were counted once more.

This time, keeping up the good work, his scores improved significantly again.

24 hits in the bullseye, 5 in the 9th ring, 1 in the 8th ring, with no scores below the 8th ring.

Listening to the score broadcast coming through his headset, the light before Fang Cheng's eyes flickered, and several messages also appeared.

[Congratulations, through unremitting efforts, your skill has reached the Expert level]

[Marksmanship lv1 (0/250)]

[Obtained enhancement reward, skill special effect "Ghost Shooting"]

[Ghost Shooting, makes your sensory perception, physique, footsteps, and shooting posture achieve a flawless Fusion, moving like a ghost unpredictably during high-speed motion, and able to quickly aim at targets from various incredible angles]

Striking while the iron is hot, he upgraded as desired.

Looking at the obtained enhancement reward, Fang Cheng felt eager to try in his heart, ready to practice another round of shooting to test the skill effect.

Suddenly, however, he remembered an extremely important matter and still held back this urge.

Following the procedure, he checked the chamber and magazine, released the slide lock, and then put the pistol back into the holster.

Leaving aside the coach's full praise of him, calling him a rare shooting Genius.

Ma Donghe's mouth was wide open at this moment, his expression appearing even more incredulous.

Fang Cheng raised his hand to take off his shooting glasses and headset, turning his head to look at him:

"It's getting late, let's come practice again next time."

The two came to the service desk to check out.

Each bullet was 30 yuan, and a total of 66 bullets were fired, which meant 1,980 yuan.

Coupled with miscellaneous fees like the coach service fee, firearm rental fee, and target paper fee, it added up to as much as 3,900 yuan.

Fang Cheng felt his fingers tremble slightly when he pulled the cash out of his wallet.

Although he had anticipated before coming that the charges for live-fire practice here would definitely be especially expensive.

When it came time to pay, he was still deeply shocked.

What kind of bullets were these being fired? This was simply money!

If he fired a few more shots, he feared he wouldn't even be able to walk out the front door tonight.

When paying, the Young Miss at the service desk even solemnly promoted the discounted promotional price for a monthly membership.

Fang Cheng shook his head repeatedly and decisively refused.

According to his Marksmanship practice progress, coming here at most three or four more times would allow him to smoothly advance to the Great Master level.

As for what happens in the future, we'll talk about it then.

He wasn't at the stage yet where he had more money than brains.

After checking out, Fang Cheng did not leave this place immediately.

There was still one particularly important matter that required scouting out in advance!

Under Ma Donghe's guidance, the two subsequently walked into a very small security door on the left side of the service area.

There was a store here that was even more secluded and unknown to outsiders.

It's just that the goods placed on the shelves were not wine, water, or food, but a dazzling array of firearms and ammunition.

Fang Cheng's main purpose for choosing to come to this underground shooting range to practice shooting was right here.

He had heard from his uncle before that those who ran illegal shooting ranges were bound to be involved in arms smuggling behind the scenes to some extent.

Of course, this kind of business, no matter in which country, was not something ordinary businessmen or gangs could meddle in.

If there wasn't a protective umbrella behind them, wanting to maintain it for long was wishful thinking.

This showed just how vast the influence of the Dongcheng Association was.

Fang Cheng roughly looked at the goods on the shelves.

There were no heavy weapons, mainly some light pistols, rifles, and the like.

The styles were quite rich, with basic common best-sellers mostly available, and the prices were naturally very touching.

Fang Cheng's gaze swept across and finally landed on the goods he needed.

7.62 caliber bullets were marked at 50 yuan each.

The outside purchase cost was almost double compared to using them inside the hall.

Fang Cheng took out his wallet and temporarily bought three magazines, totaling 30 bullets, plus a matching silencer.

He paid another 1,800 yuan.

For this trip to the shooting range, the 6,000 yuan in cash specially withdrawn today was almost spent.

The balance in his bank card wasn't much anymore either.

Fang Cheng couldn't help shaking his head and sighing secretly:

"It seems the next time I come to the shooting range for training will have to wait until payday on the 20th of next month..."

He carefully and properly hid the purchased magazines in his messenger bag.

Fang Cheng swept his peripheral vision and suddenly caught sight of something.

Special forces combat uniforms and tactical masks, with a dim color, clean styling, and quite a bit of a light sci-fi style.

They were somewhat similar to what the Man in Black he had killed was wearing.

When he saw the price, his gaze couldn't help but narrow slightly.

13,500 yuan.

The burly man standing behind the counter acting as a salesman then promoted:

"This set of clothes and mask was managed to be gotten through special channels, the price is considered quite cheap, the only flaw is that there is no night vision device..."

Ma Donghe leaned close to his ear and whispered a reminder:

"Don't get hoodwinked by him, these kinds of things are all castrated versions, standard ones couldn't possibly be sold here, the bulletproof effect is mediocre, and without a night vision device, it's purely for showing off."

Fang Cheng nodded.

However, men always lacked a bit of immunity to things that could be used to show off like this.

He didn't think too much about it, placing his mind on his uniquely belonging interface.

With the "Shooting" skill unlocked, the 25 skill slots were finally full.

Next, he should raise these skills as much as possible.

Especially the four language-type skills.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng instantly remembered the linguist lecture Lin Chuqiao mentioned, it seemed to be tomorrow, right?

While pondering, a faint siren sound of "woo-woo" suddenly came from outside.

Everyone present instantly changed their expressions.

Ma Donghe even raised both hands and quickly defended:

"It has nothing to do with us!"

The burly salesman glared at him:

"In your dreams, even if you had the guts, you don't have the ability, that is the military's air raid alarm."

Hearing this, Ma Donghe immediately asked curiously:

"Brother, tell me about it, what's the situation?"

The two seemed to have known each other for a long time, and their relationship wasn't bad.

"It's monsters coming out from Xishan."

The burly man thought about it and still gave an explanation:

"But you can rest assured, the military has strict containment over there, and those monsters are afraid of light; we've prepared a dozen large searchlights here, so we aren't afraid at all..."

After revealing a little bit of news, he seemed to feel his mouth was too loose, and in turn became tight-lipped again.

Fang Cheng and Ma Donghe had no choice but to walk out of the underground shooting range and come outside to check the situation.

In the pitch-black mountains and ridges in the distance, fires vaguely emerged, and faint gunfire resembling popping beans came over.

But all of this was covered up by the harsh air raid siren.

From here, it looked quite far indeed.

"Yingjun, Yingjun!"

Ma Donghe withdrew his gaze and glanced around.

"Brother, I'm right here."

But he saw the yellow-haired guy hiding in the grass not far away, seemingly also afraid of being implicated by someone acting as an undercover agent.

Ma Donghe glared at him, signaling him to quickly go get the car.

Fang Cheng took a deep look at the unfathomable depths of Xishan, then turned and got into the car.

Although he had a urge to investigate the truth, he still suppressed his curiosity.

It was none of his business, and it was best to leave this place of right and wrong as early as possible.