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“Bang, bang, bang—”

Flashes of fire erupted suddenly, and gunshots echoed continuously within the shooting hall.

The targets moving rapidly on the rails were successively hit by bullets, collapsing one after another.

Fang Cheng stopped his equally rapid movements, his eyes calm, and slowly released the index finger that had been pulling the trigger.

Once the smoke and echoes dissipated, the bullet impacts on all the target papers were tallied.

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

Among them, 18 shots hit the bullseye, 7 hit the 9 ring, 4 hit the 8 ring, and 1 hit the 7 ring.

At the same time, a panel that appeared before his eyes was also providing information on experience growth.

Comparing the two.

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

Theoretically, a total of 61 experience points were gained, minus the occasional decay value that appeared after the progress bar was more than halfway full.

[Gunmanship lv0 (52/100)]

“I wonder how much experience I would get for hitting a real person?”

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

After the second round of live-fire target practice, the bullet impacts were tallied again.

This time, he persevered, and his results showed significant improvement.

24 shots hit the bullseye, 5 hit the 9 ring, 1 hit the 8 ring, and no scores were below 8 rings.

Fang Cheng listened to the score announcements from his headset, and a light flashed before his eyes, revealing several pieces of information.

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

[Gunmanship lv1 (0/250)]

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

[Ghost Shooting, allows your five senses, body shape, footsteps, and shooting gestures to achieve a perfect fusion, making you as unpredictable as a ghost in high-speed motion, allowing you to quickly aim at targets from various unbelievable angles]

In one fell swoop, he upgraded as desired.

Looking at the enhancement reward he obtained, Fang Cheng was eager to try it out, preparing to practice another round of shooting to test the skill's effect.

Suddenly, he remembered an extremely important matter and restrained his impulse.

Following the procedure, he checked the chamber and magazine, released the slide lock, and then holstered the pistol.

Not to mention that the instructor praised him to the skies, calling him a rare shooting genius.

Ma Donghe's mouth was wide open at this time, his expression even more unbelievable.

Fang Cheng raised his hand, took off his shooting glasses and headset, and turned to look at him:

“It’s getting late, let’s practice again next time.”

The two went to the service counter to pay the bill.

Each bullet cost 30 yuan, and a total of 66 bullets were fired, which amounted to 1980 yuan.

Adding in the instructor service fee, gun rental fee, target paper fee, and other miscellaneous expenses, the total came to a staggering 3900 yuan.

Fang Cheng felt his fingers tremble slightly as he took out the cash from his wallet.

Although he had anticipated that the cost of live-fire practice here would be particularly expensive before coming.

He was still deeply shocked when it came time to pay.

This wasn't just shooting bullets; it was shooting money!

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

When paying, the young lady at the service counter even earnestly promoted the discounted monthly membership price.

Fang Cheng repeatedly shook his head and decisively refused.

According to his gunmanship practice progress, he would only need to come here three or four more times at most to smoothly upgrade to the master level.

As for what happens in the future, he would think about it later.

He hadn't reached the point of being stupid and rich yet.

After paying the bill, Fang Cheng did not immediately leave this place.

There was still a particularly important matter that needed to be scouted in advance!

Led by Ma Donghe, the two then walked into a small anti-theft door on the left side of the service area.

There was an even more secret shop here, unknown to outsiders.

However, the items displayed on the shelves were not wine or food, but various dazzling firearms and ammunition.

The main reason Fang Cheng chose to come to this underground shooting range to practice shooting was here.

He had heard his uncle say before that those who operate illegal shooting ranges are secretly involved in arms smuggling to some extent.

Of course, this kind of business, no matter in which country, is not something that ordinary businessmen or gangs can get involved in.

If there is no protective umbrella behind them, wanting to maintain it for a long time is just a pipe dream.

This shows how great the Dongcheng Association's power is.

Fang Cheng roughly looked at the items on the shelves.

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

The styles were quite diverse, and the common best-selling models were basically available, and the prices were of course very touching.

Fang Cheng's gaze swept over and finally landed on the item he needed.

7. 62 caliber bullets, priced at 50 yuan per round.

The cost of buying them was almost double that of using them on the range.

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

He spent another 1800 yuan.

For this trip to the shooting range, the 6000 yuan in cash he had specially withdrawn today was almost spent.

The balance in his bank card was also not much.

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

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“It seems that the next time I come to the shooting range for training, I will have to wait until the 20th of next month when I get paid…”

He carefully hid the purchased magazines in his shoulder bag.

A glance from the corner of Fang Cheng's eye suddenly caught sight of something.

Special forces combat uniforms and tactical masks, with dark colors and a neat design, had a bit of a science fiction style.

They were somewhat similar to what the black-clothed man he had killed was wearing.

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

13500 yuan.

Standing behind the counter, the burly man acting as the salesperson immediately promoted:

“This set of clothes and masks was obtained through special channels, and the price is considered cheap. The only flaw is that there is no night vision device…”

Ma Donghe whispered a reminder in his ear:

“Don’t be fooled by him. These things are all castrated versions. Genuine ones can’t be sold here. The bulletproof effect is average, and without a night vision device, it’s just for showing off.”

Fang Cheng nodded.

However, men always lack some immunity to things that can be used to show off.

He didn't think much about it, focusing his mind on his own panel.

With the “Shooting” skill unlocked, all 25 skill slots were finally full.

Next, he should try to upgrade these skills as much as possible.

Especially the four language skills.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng immediately remembered the linguistics lecture that Lin Chuqiao mentioned. It seemed to be tomorrow, right?

While he was thinking, a series of “woo-er,” “woo-er” alarm sounds suddenly came from outside.

The expressions of everyone present changed immediately.

Ma Donghe even raised his hands, quickly explaining:

“It has nothing to do with us!”

The burly salesperson glared at him:

“Dream on. Even if you had the guts, you wouldn't have the ability. That's the military's air raid siren.”

Ma Donghe was immediately curious when he heard this:

“Brother, tell me, what's the situation?”

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

“It’s a monster that came out of Xishan.”

The burly man considered it and still explained:

“But don’t worry, there’s strict military control over there, and those monsters are afraid of light. We’ve prepared a dozen large searchlights here, so we’re not afraid at all…”

After revealing a little news, he seemed to think he had said too much and 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 dark and towering mountains in the distance, faint flames emerged, and there were also faint gunshots like popping beans.

However, all of this was covered by the piercing air raid siren.

It did look quite far from here.

“Yingjun, Yingjun!”

Ma Donghe retracted his gaze and looked around.

“Bro, I’m here.”

He saw Huang Mao hiding in the bushes not far away, seemingly afraid of being implicated by someone who was acting as an undercover agent.

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

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

Although he had a desire to explore the truth, he still suppressed his curiosity.

It was none of his business, so it was best to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible.