I Got on a Ghost Ship By Mistake and Was Forced To Be the Captain

Only when he truly understood the core of Fight Club, could Tu Fu appreciate the high-quality service that Miss Sasha mentioned before.

Unlike the lower-level boxing rings, the official members of the club are composed of scattered transcendents. You can also challenge anyone here, and naturally there is no charge for the same sequence.

However, if a low-sequence challenger is higher than him, he needs to pay a part of the fee to the other party.

This is an interesting rule. Once in the ring, the challenger can stop the competition at any time.

So far.

Upgraded from the basic version of the club rules, there is no life threat when you fully exercise your ability.

Miss Sasha at the front desk added: "At the same time, any official member of the club can use the information network provided by the club."

"Information network?" Tu Fu was startled.

As one of the club's subordinate leaders, the old Muller knew this all too well, "Do you know how many boxing rings like this there are in Leeds?

There are 24 members, and there are at least several hundred fixed members in each venue. Any disturbance in Leeds cannot be hidden from our eyes. "

He hasn't mentioned the number of people flowing in the museum, which is a much larger number.

Of course, such activities are not illegal, do not involve gambling, and are not life-threatening. Even the Police Department has no right to intervene in such trivial matters.

A good operating mechanism has expanded the power of Fight Club to a rather exaggerated level.

Tu Fu has participated in many fighting sports, and naturally knows the identities of those participants, although too many of them come from the middle and lower classes of society, almost all industries.

These seemingly mediocre ordinary people, once united, have become a force that cannot be ignored.

What's more, as the core VIP club, there are many extraordinary people, exchanging information and trading with each other are all normal things.

"Who is the founder of this club?"

Tu Fu was secretly taken aback. Such a low-key behemoth had a natural attraction to wild transcendents.

However, he didn't think it was very shocking, as long as he was willing to use the monitoring network on the ship at any time, it was more comprehensive than the intelligence network of the Brotherhood, Fight Club, and even Black Swan.

"By the way, the club is also equipped with a separate firearms training ground. Each official member has a fixed share of ammunition every month, and there will be specialized practitioners to help you with live ammunition training."

These conditions provided by Sasha have completely conquered Tu Fu, and he has no reason to reject this important channel.

Everything looks great.

The opportunity to digest the potion, a powerful intelligence network, and a professional training venue. The club also provides afternoon tea and exquisite desserts for each official member.

It would be even better if Sasha didn’t have the following sentence, “And all you need to do is pay a nominal 10 crowns per month to enjoy all the above services.”

"Ten crowns?"

Tu Fu suddenly felt his teeth sour. When he heard the high membership fee, if he hadn't had enough willpower, he would have almost lost control on the spot.

Sure enough, looking at the sinister smile on Old Muller's face, Tu Fu understood why this old guy had always had this expression since he came in.

After paying the fee, Tu Fu turned around and walked into the club.

"Where are you going?" Old Mueller asked subconsciously.

"Drink all the afternoon tea inside."

Tu Fu gritted his teeth and answered, and came to the dining area to eat all kinds of exquisite desserts unceremoniously.

Of course, this afternoon was not just wasted on eating and drinking.

He also came to the range training room with the masked lady who had just fought, a full-fledged member of the club nicknamed "Fox".

Most of the clubs are equipped with revolver pistols. The streamlined handles are processed with exquisite craftsmanship, and the handles are just the right size for holding in the hand.

Boxes of yellow and bright gunpowder warheads are placed in front of the shooting range.

This is probably the master of the craftsmanship of the steam age, and it is precisely because of the appearance of weapons such as gunpowder that the war in this era has become extremely cruel.

Compared with the efficiency of bows and arrows, powerful artillery has become the mainstream of the times.

The high-speed machine guns used by the Royal Guard of the Kingdom have an average rate of fire of 250 rounds per minute. When the weapon was first pushed onto the battlefield, the firearm truly became a killing art.

Gorgeous red raindrops bloomed on hundreds of people at the same time. Only people like Uncle knew that the lives of soldiers on the battlefield were as fragile as flowers.

Tu Fu gently rubbed the gun paint on the revolver with his fingers, feeling the precision instrument wrapped in cold steel. The cylinder can hold six bullets, "Bang!"

Tu Fu aimed at the target casually, pulled the trigger lightly, and the powerful spring struck the firing pin. When the cylinder rotated, the bullet was automatically loaded, and a beautiful arc was drawn along the short barrel.

Then,

Successfully avoided the target.

"Puchi."

Ms. "Fox" caught sight of Tu Fu's shot from the corner of her eye, covered her mouth and chuckled, "For a man, it's not a good sign to 'shoot' crookedly."

Is this teasing? It must be... Tu Fu's face darkened.

"In fact, compared with extraordinary abilities, conventional firearms are the mainstream choice for low-order extraordinary people when fighting."

Ms. "Fox" is obviously not the first time here, she is very skilled in touching the firearm, and she pulls the trigger with her white and tender fingers.

With a "bang" shot, it hit the humanoid card at a distance of 20 meters, hitting the bull's-eye.

Ms. "Fox" seemed to be doing a demonstrative action, holding the handle of the gun tightly with both palms, her streamlined and well-proportioned figure was constrained by the tights, and the front and back looked very abrupt.

"Reduce breathing when shooting, and the redundant breath will affect the hand holding the gun. The crosshair and the rear sight form a straight line, and the crosshair, rear sight, and target are three points and one line.

What's more important is the visual focus before shooting. When the eyes adapt to the target scene, there is only three to five seconds of clear time. You must take advantage of this time to seize the opportunity to shoot. "

As soon as the words fell, Ms. Fox fired three consecutive "bang, bang, bang" shots, and the fixed targets 30 meters, 40 meters, and 50 meters in front of her were all hit on the head, with a frighteningly high accuracy rate.

"Thank you for your advice."

Tu Fu raised the barrel of the revolver calmly, trying to use the method given to him by the other party.

This time the arms holding the gun were so steady that they could even put a glass of water on them.

It is not difficult for a brave man with perfect muscle control. Step by step, the crosshair in front of the gun barrel and the rear sight can measure a straight line in this distance by feeling.

However, the environment in which the eyes focus in the end is somewhat difficult. Staring at one object for too long will cause the target object to gradually blur. Fortunately, Tu Fu's eagle eye has forcibly improved the image quality, and even infinitely extended the time when the focus is blurred.

The brave man's two abilities were activated at the same time, and it seemed that an invisible crosshair appeared in front of his eyes. The improvement brought by the extraordinary power was even more exaggerated than the self-aiming plug-in.

Pull the trigger.

"boom!"

Without the slightest error, the fixed target twenty meters away was knocked down. Tu Fu fine-tuned the muzzle of the gun and pointed the target far away.

"boom!"

Thirty meters.

"boom!"

Forty meters.

"boom!"

Fifty meters, not only did every bullet hit the target, but what was even more exaggerated was that the hit parts were all the ten rings on the head, which stably penetrated the target cloth.

The burning effect of the gunpowder pierces a small black hole in each bull's-eye.

The pupils behind Ms. "Fox"'s mask suddenly widened a lot, looking at this boy who was obviously exposed to firearms for the first time as if looking at a monster.

Her teaching method is correct, but it is based on countless failures, and the effect of feeding bullets one by one.

Unwilling thoughts came to her mind quickly, she held the handle of the gun tightly, and while Tu Fu was still adjusting the neutral position of the gun, she gave birth to the mentality of a competition, and shot at the target 60 or 70 meters away with the gun.

"Bang, bang."

Both sides shoot at the same time, hit the target at the same time, and then quickly fine-tune and aim at the farther end,

75.

80,

85...

With a distance of nearly 100 meters, even seeing the target clearly has become a luxury, but the gunmen on both sides knocked down the target without error.

There was fine sweat on Miss Fox's forehead, and a large area of ​​blur had already appeared in her vision, but she still shot instinctively.

Fortunately, with good luck, two consecutive shots hit the edge of the target and fell down.

On the other hand, Tu Fu on the other side is much more relaxed, he pursues the ultimate accuracy rate.

Every time he pulls the trigger, he must be sure to shoot. The muscles in his arm are still not stiff, and the excitement is getting stronger and stronger.

Quickly replaced the empty magazine with bullets, leaving the last three fixed targets on the opposite side, Tu Fu fired three consecutive shots without stopping, deflecting each shot with extremely fast techniques.

Even shooting without aiming, the target 100 meters away fell down in response.

And Ms. Fox next to her just fired two shots when she saw all the training targets on the side fall down, her heart sank, knowing that she had lost in terms of speed and accuracy.

Just as he was about to shoot at the last piece, he heard gunshots beside him.

After a "bang" gunshot, the training target 100 meters away in front of her also fell down.

After finishing this, Tu Fu put down the revolver in his hand, and blew a wisp of gunpowder smoke from the hot barrel, "For an elegant lady, being hit by a stray bullet is not a good thing."

"I hate adventurers!"