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December 31st.

Approaching evening, a touch of red appeared in the city sky.

Todai University, graduate school entrance exam venue.

As the bell rang signaling the end of the last exam, the quiet teaching building instantly erupted in noise.

A large group of young men and women wearing down jackets and with hands in their pockets walked out of the examination hall one after another.

There wasn't the atmosphere of eagerly sharing post-exam thoughts like during the college entrance exam.

Nor was there the scene of searching for classmates and parents in the crowded人群.

Each and every one of them appeared much more composed and mature than in their younger years.

Fang Cheng carried a shoulder bag and walked out of the exam hall with the crowd.

After two consecutive days and four subjects, the exams were finally over.

He looked up at the bright sky painted with the afterglow and breathed a sigh of relief.

Next, there might be an even more important preparation…

“Beep beep—”

Outside the school gate, a domestically produced car with faded paint was parked, honking its horn.

Ma Donghe saw Fang Cheng walking out and immediately opened the car door, waving and shouting his name.

Fang Cheng looked in the direction of the sound and quickly walked over.

After getting into the back seat, he discovered that the driver was Huang Mao, who had once been on the receiving end of his iron fist.

Huang Mao's expression was slightly awkward, and he turned his head to smile at him.

Conspicuously missing a few teeth, his face was also wrapped in a piece of white gauze.

Fang Cheng could guarantee it.

These injuries had nothing to do with him.

Not just because so much time had passed.

But also because he had studied law, knew his limits, and always held back some strength when hitting people.

Through a conversation, he learned that his name was “Chen Yingjun,” and he had been hanging around with Ma Donghe since he was a child.

As for A Dong, who was also one of the followers, he was nowhere to be seen today.

Fang Cheng didn't ask any further questions.

“The place we're going to this time is near West Mountain, about a 1-hour drive away.”

Ma Donghe sat in the passenger seat and turned his head to speak.

“That area belongs to the Dongcheng Association's property, so you must be careful what you say and do inside, and don't publicize it after you come out.”

Afraid that Fang Cheng didn't understand the situation, he specifically explained:

“The Dongcheng Association is one of the three major old-fashioned gangs in Dongdu, with a very large influence. They've been in constant conflict with the Chihu Gang recently, so it would be very troublesome if you provoke them…”

Fang Cheng nodded.

He was just looking for a place to practice his 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 night, the car drove around the mountain road, dragging a red tail light.

Soon after, they arrived at a place that looked like a resort villa.

Slowly passing through the opened iron gate, they could see a brightly lit building.

There were even a few well-dressed people arriving in luxury cars and walking towards the main building hall, from which music and laughter could be heard.

“There's a casino over there, the place we're going is here.”

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

Looking around, there were two burly men in black suits with bulges at their waists guarding the door, their fierce eyes fixed on any approaching strangers.

With Ma Donghe as a guarantor, after going forward to negotiate, Fang Cheng was able to successfully follow him inside.

Huang Mao stayed outside to guard the car and wait for the two of them.

This underground shooting range didn't look very big from the outside, but it was a different world inside, with complete equipment.

Service area, target area, shooting hall, the design was quite like that of a regular shooting range.

Because it was his first time here, there was a special shooting instructor to guide him.

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

According to instructions, he put on shooting glasses and earmuffs, and picked up a training gun.

Then he stood at the target position, personally loaded the bullets, and prepared to shoot.

In front was a row of multi-lane target areas, equipped with adjustable precision targets, moving targets, and bulletproof sound-absorbing walls, all built to the standards of live ammunition shooting.

As a novice, one usually starts training with the most common 15-meter fixed target.

This is also the true effective range of most handguns in actual combat, exceeding this distance and the hit rate will drop sharply.

Click.

Fang Cheng gently released the trigger safety.

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

Under the instructor's reminder, he constantly made slight adjustments to his stance and gestures.

In his heart, he also silently weighed the feeling of keeping the handgun's notch, front sight, and bullseye in a three-point line.

Shooting is a skill that requires a lot of talent.

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The most important thing is to have keen perception, including sight, 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 body coordination and balance.

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

In actual combat, however, it is often accompanied by strenuous exercises such as running and jumping, which places extremely high demands on physical fitness.

Bang!

The gunpowder inside the cartridge burned violently, and flames accompanied by smoke shot out from the muzzle.

“7 rings.”

The instructor's command came from inside the earmuffs, and Fang Cheng frowned slightly, looking at the bullet hole on the target paper.

Originally, he thought that with his physical fitness and 22 points of mental attributes, he would be able to hit the bullseye with the first shot.

But the result was unsatisfactory.

After a little recollection, at the moment of pulling the trigger, he seemed to hesitate a little.

As his emotions fluctuated, the feeling of aiming was interrupted, and his fingers also trembled slightly.

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

Since you choose to pick up a gun and face the enemy, you must not have the slightest soft-heartedness.

Otherwise, the one who falls first will definitely be yourself.

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

Fang Cheng didn't activate the Focus skill because of this, and after adjusting his mentality, he continued to try shooting.

Bang!

Flames erupted.

The second shot was obviously much better, hitting 8 rings.

Bang! Bang!

Then, two consecutive shots hit the bullseye, 10 rings.

Under the premise of such excellent results, Fang Cheng requested to adjust the target position to a distance of 50 meters.

That is, beyond the effective range of a handgun under normal circumstances.

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

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

“Fang Cheng, have you learned marksmanship before?”

Ma Donghe, who was standing next to him watching, couldn't help but be a little surprised.

【Congratulations, you have comprehended the principle of shooting and successfully mastered a weapon skill】

【Unlocked skill: Gunmanship lv0 (0/100)】

Fang Cheng took off his earmuffs, looked at the information that appeared in front of him, and then nodded with a smile:

“I fired blanks during military training in college before, and now I've found a little bit of the feeling of shooting.”

This is called finding a little bit of the feeling? Are you a born gunslinger?

Ma Donghe couldn't help but complain in his heart.

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

However, Fang Cheng's next performance made him even more dumbfounded.

As a novice, he actually challenged the super-difficult moving target out of level.

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