Mystery: The Last God’s Path

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Jinwutong District, Kewell Club.

Hiddell held a revolver, pulled the trigger at the distant target, and shot out the bullets in the pistol one by one until the last shot was fired.

All on target!

"Not bad, at least it didn't fall off too much." Seeing the result, Hidal nodded in satisfaction.

He joined this club under the introduction of his classmates before. The membership fee was 50 pounds, and he paid another 5 pounds every year after that.

The bullets he shot just now were rubber bullets provided by the club, but he used his own gun.

Those who can join this club have an annual family income of at least 450 pounds. It is relatively easy to get a gun, so the club should turn a blind eye to this situation, as long as there is no accident.

"The next step is to pursue the bull's-eye." Hydall loaded up the bullets again. Everyone could get 30 rounds of bullets in the club every day. Hydall decided to come and finish every day until every shot could hit more than 9 rings. .

After all the bullets were fired, Hydall returned to the rest area, ordered a cup of jazz black tea and sat on the seat as if waiting for something.

A quarter of an hour later, when Sidor finished drinking the black tea on the table, a middle-aged man who looked in his forties, with blond hair, a resolute face, and the air of an officer, limped away. came in.

Sidor noticed that someone was coming in, took a look, and quickly stood up to meet him, stretched out his hand and said, "Hello, Mr. Ruburt, I'm Sidor who hired you as my combat instructor today."

Yes, in addition to practicing guns today, Hidal also found someone to train his fighting skills. Who makes the clergy a weak chicken with no force value?

Ruburt's father was a former real knight who dared to charge frantically at the array of muskets and artillery, destroying opponents and flattening the front.

Unfortunately, with the invention and installation of high-pressure steam guns and six-barrel machine guns, the knights have gradually withdrawn from the stage since then.

As a child, Ruburt systematically learned real knightly fighting skills from his father, and he himself later joined the army, but in the execution of a mission, fragments of a bomb penetrated into his right leg, and he has since become disabled. .

After retiring from the army, in order to have some fun in life, he came to this club to be a fighting instructor, but many people did not choose him as a fighting instructor, or changed after training once or twice, because of his stinky and hard temper. The price is also the most expensive, and the training is very strict.

Ruburt's sharp eyes glanced at Hidell, ignoring his outstretched hand, and said, "I'm here to train you, not to teach you friends."

Sidor withdrew his hand in embarrassment. The secret thought was exactly as rumored, but he quickly adjusted his mind and said, "Yes, Mr. Ruburt."

"In that case, let's not waste time and start training now." Ruburt said, limping towards the training room, but his upper body remained upright.

Hydall hurriedly followed.

When the people in the club saw Ruburt, they hurriedly stepped aside and looked at Hiddell, full of pity.

......

In the afternoon, Hydall turned pale, limped back to the single-family house, took out the key with trembling hands, and tried several times but failed to insert it.

In the end, he finally got in, and Hidal found that he couldn't open it.

Lying on the sofa, Hidal was still afraid of training.

"Instructor Rubeus, the intensity of his cultivation is too ruthless. This is the first day!"

At this time, he finally understood why no one dared to choose him or change people after training once or twice. This is simply training people to death.

Hydall has already started to think about whether he will go to the second practice in three days, or whether he should change his coach.

In the end, he rejected it: "Forget it, don't change it. Although cultivation is very strict, it will make progress faster. I don't have so much time to waste on this kind of thing."

Saying that, Hidal wanted to drink water, but found it difficult for him to do so, and finally gave up.

"Forget it, let's go to sleep first, skip lunch, and eat at night."

Heidor didn't go back to his room, he just fell asleep on the couch. He really couldn't walk. If there wasn't a rental carriage at the door of the club to take him to the door, he wouldn't know how he would get back.

When Sidor woke up, the red moon had already come out, and his stomach was so hungry that he only ate a little breakfast today.

When he wanted to turn over, he was about to exert his strength when he was immediately bared by the pain in his muscles, only to feel that his body did not belong to him at all.

"This feeling is really sour and refreshing, but fortunately, at least I can still feel that my body is my own." The corners of Hiddell's mouth twitched, and he sat up on the sofa with difficulty.

When his feet touched the ground and began to exert pressure, those legs were like a sieve, constantly swinging.

"It's over, it's worse than before going to bed, I can't stand up anymore." Hidell was a little desperate, and his stomach was growling with hunger.

You can't go to heaven, let Yade cook food, sacrifice it to me, and then give it to myself... Then don't be a **** at all.

Just as Hiddell was thinking about it, he heard the sound of the key.

Dunn is back.

Dunn looked at Hidell, who was pale and his feet were swaying again and again. He rushed up in a panic, and said nervously: "Hydall, what happened, did you get shot?"

Saying that, he was about to pick up Sidor and take him to the hospital.

Dunn's reaction frightened Hydall. Looking at the hands that were about to reach out, he hurriedly shouted, "Stop, stop, Dunn, don't be nervous, I wasn't shot!"

Dunn was stunned for a moment, then glanced at him, and then quickly checked, as if to find out the wounds on Heidor's body.

Hydall quickly explained: "I just went to the Kwell Club to hire a fighting instructor to exercise."

After confirming that there were no wounds on Sidor's body, Dunn was relieved and asked with some doubts: "Fighting instructor? Do you want to learn fighting skills? Why did you suddenly learn this?"

Hearing Dunn's series of questions, Heidor had a headache, but fortunately he had figured out how to deal with it before.

"Dunn, you know, I studied financial business. Now that I have graduated, I may go to work in a bank."

Dunn nodded, and then asked suspiciously, "What does this have to do with your learning of fighting skills?"

"Of course it's related." Hidell said patiently: "Don't forget, in recent years, newspapers have reported that some banks were robbed by gangsters. This is to deal with this situation in the future. ."

"Then you should practice marksmanship. I remember that your club provides services in this regard." Dunn put forward his own suggestion and has already begun to consider it for Hiddell.

Hydall nodded: "Yes, I practice fighting after I practice marksmanship, Dunn, I need both."