Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1606: Tail-Chasing Double Tap
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Chapter 1606: Chapter 771: Tail-Chasing Double Tap
The electronic computation system at the shooting range ultimately misjudged that the last shot was a miss.
But it wasn’t a miss; it was an impeccably skillful follow-up shot.
Besides, Fang Cheng also noticed the bullet holes in the other nine human-shaped targets, astonishingly consistent.
Each bullet shot by the opponent not only hit the bullseye.
But precisely penetrated the area less than a centimeter in diameter at the center of the ten-ring.
If placed on a real human body, that would be the position of the pineal gland in the forehead.
The coordinates of each bullet hole could be said to overlap a hundred percent, with no discernible deviation.
It was like it was shot after being measured and calibrated by a computer, even giving a sense of compulsion.
Fang Cheng thought to himself that even with his master-level gun skill, it would be hard to achieve this level.
After all, once the bullet leaves the muzzle, it’s interfered with by various complex and changing environmental factors, making it impossible to truly maintain a constant trajectory.
Unless, spiritual telekinesis is used…
Fang Cheng’s pupils slightly contracted, and numerous guesses flashed through his mind.
It seemed like this gaze was noticed.
The man on the adjacent shooting position placed the Desert Eagle in his hand on the countertop and reached out to remove his noise-canceling earmuffs.
He turned his head, looking at Fang Cheng with calm eyes across the bulletproof glass.
Their gazes met in mid-air.
The man curved his lips slightly, raised his right hand, bringing his index and middle fingers together, and lightly touched his brow bone.
A simple, polite greeting gesture.
Then he withdrew his gaze, picked up a new magazine filled with bullets from the table, slapped it into the magazine well, and turned back to continue shooting.
Fang Cheng withdrew his gaze as well and picked up a spare magazine to insert into the pistol grip.
“Click.”
After cycling the slide to chamber a round, he focused more intensely and continued practicing his shooting skills.
In the subsequent shooting, a subtle sense of rivalry emerged between positions one and two.
Neither of them looked at the other again, but the speed of magazine changes and the rhythm of their shots were clearly in direct competition.
Fang Cheng sensed an unusual aura of danger from this man’s shooting skills and demeanor.
But he didn’t release his spiritual power to delve into the other’s details.
The East City Association Shooting Range is considered the most legitimate underground range in the entire East Capital, allowing for live ammunition shooting.
Thus it attracted many underworld figures, mercenaries, or thrill-seeking young nobles.
In such a mixed environment, it wouldn’t be surprising to occasionally encounter one or two concealed superpower users or top-notch shooting experts.
As time passed, other guests gradually entered the VIP lounge to practice shooting.
The red lights on the various shooting positions lit up one after another.
The dense sounds of gunfire erupted like firecrackers, and the smell of gunpowder gradually became pungent.
The subtle contest between the two was long lost in the chaotic background noise.
More than half an hour passed.
Fang Cheng emptied his last magazine and pressed the release button.
He engaged the empty chamber lock on his SIGP226 and placed it steadily on the rubber gun mat on the table.
Turning his head, he saw that the adjacent position two was empty.
The man with the gold-rimmed glasses had left at some unknown time.
The ever-present Brother Hu, seeing this, quickly stepped forward and attentively handed over a hand towel:
“Mr. Fang, if you haven’t had enough, I can fetch you a few more magazines.”
“Or you could also use the Ultimate Black Card to request extremely rare new firearms from the storeroom, much more thrilling than ordinary guns.”
Fang Cheng accepted the towel and wiped his hands.
Hearing Brother Hu’s words, he remembered the batch of large-caliber weapons specifically meant for mutants that Shen Wei mentioned in the office earlier, sparking some interest in him.
But then, thinking it over, considering the time, Zhou Xiumei should be nearly done by now.
He then tossed the towel onto the tray beside him, saying:
“Forget it, I’m done for today; I’ll come back next time when I have time.”
“Alright, Mr. Fang, take care!”
Brother Hu efficiently checked and verified the guns and ammunition, carefully locking them in a portable safe after ensuring no rounds were chambered.
Then he quickly caught up, personally escorting Fang Cheng out of the shooting range lobby and respectfully accompanying him to the elevator entrance until the elevator doors slowly closed.
When Fang Cheng left the shooting range, it was already nearing five o’clock.
The heat of the summer evening had faded considerably, with large swathes of orange-red sunset glowing at the horizon.
The breeze midway up the mountain swayed through the treetops, bringing a hint of coolness.
The entire resort was bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun.
This tranquility is something not felt in the noisy city center.
“The scenery really is nice; no wonder those high officials and dignitaries enjoy coming out here…”
Fang Cheng withdrew his gaze, looking at the semi-transparent prompt information appearing before him.
[Gun Skill Experience +25]
[Gun Skill lv2 (193/500)]
Looking at the numbers on the panel, Fang Cheng smiled and shook his head.
Indeed, competing with top experts is something else entirely.
That state of intense focus, the invigorating desire to win, greatly boosts the efficiency of gaining skill experience.
Of course, it’s also because he hadn’t touched a gun in a long time.
Jumping back into training a skill in a short period also brings a decent experience bonus.
Fang Cheng closed the panel and began walking toward the main area of the resort below.
Come to think of it, that glasses-wearing man is indeed a bona fide shooting expert.
The sheer skill of his follow-up shots alone is worth remembering.
Hopefully, there will be another chance to meet and have a real competition.
Following the shaded path for a while, Fang Cheng arrived at the auxiliary building on the western side of the resort.
The doors to the rehearsal hall were open.
Thick black power cables crisscrossed on the floor of the hall, and several large soft lights were erected in the corners.
Many crew members with work badges were busy gathering the props scattered on the ground, creating a scene of bustling chaos.
Standing at the entrance, Fang Cheng’s eyes swept through the crowd, quickly locking onto Zhou Xiumei’s figure.
She was facing away from the door, stretching her legs in front of a full-length mirror against the wall.
Wearing a white fitted sports tank top and gray high-waisted sports shorts.
Her exposed arms and legs were slender and well-proportioned, exuding a particularly graceful elegance.
Her fair skin was coated with a sheen of fine sweat, glistening with a healthy glow under the overhead lights.
“Xiumei.”
Fang Cheng called out softly.
His voice wasn’t loud, but it clearly carried across the somewhat noisy hall.
Zhou Xiumei paused her exercise movements.
Several nearby staff who were tidying up their belongings also stopped what they were doing.
They lifted their heads, curiously sizing up the young man who had suddenly appeared.
Zhou Xiumei turned around, blinking her eyes.
Upon seeing Fang Cheng standing at the entrance, a hint of surprise crossed her pure face, and then her eyes lit up with obvious joy.
She quickly grabbed the white towel hanging on the rail, hurriedly wiped the sweat from her face, and walked over to Fang Cheng.
“Brother Cheng, why did you suddenly come over?”
Zhou Xiumei looked up, her eyes bright and her smile radiant.
“I just happened to be at the resort to discuss some business and thought I’d stop by to see you.”
Fang Cheng glanced at her and asked:
“Is today’s training over?”
“Yes, it’s finished.”
Zhou Xiumei nodded gently, responding calmly:
“I just finished a set of dance moves and was about to do some stretches to relax and then rest in the room.”
Fang Cheng’s eyes scanned the hall’s surroundings but saw no other familiar figures, casually asking:
“Where’s Cheng Jiashu? Isn’t he recording the program with you?”
Zhou Xiumei smiled slightly, explaining:
“Master Cheng is a very busy person; he helped us with some blocking this afternoon, and left after recording his part.”
“I heard from the assistant that he has other business events to attend in the city tonight.”
Fang Cheng chatted with Zhou Xiumei for a few moments, noticing the curious gazes from around them, so he didn’t delay further:
“What do you want for dinner? I noticed the hotel’s Chinese restaurant seems good; the seafood and fresh fruits and vegetables were delivered today. My treat.”
Zhou Xiumei seemed a bit tempted, but aware of the other contestants’ gossiping eyes, her cheeks turned slightly warm.
She lowered her head, fidgeting with the towel in her hand, and softly replied:
“I’m fine with anything; I’ll follow your lead.”
