Chapter 85

"Should I go down from here?"

Chen Yang hesitated for a moment. Just as he was about to make up his mind to go down, his expression suddenly changed, and he quickly fell to the ground.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang..."

The entire room was filled with the sound of shattering objects. Tables, books, and cups were smashed to pieces, leaving the room in a state of chaos.

McAvoy, holding a gun in both hands, kicked open the heavily damaged wooden door, which made a loud noise as it hit the ground.

"Mr. Chen, are you still going to hide? Aren't you going to seek a chance to counterattack?"

"Whoosh!"

"Bang."

As soon as McAvoy finished speaking, a cup flew through the air, aiming straight for his forehead. However, he casually fired a shot, shattering the cup mid-air.

The cup was shattered by the bullet, and the porcelain fragments scattered in all directions. At that moment, as the fragments were still flying through the air, countless droplets of water, reflecting the sunlight, accompanied the porcelain. Chen Yang moved.

This movement, from stillness to action, was like a sudden charge of a cheetah, freezing time in an instant.

In just half a second, he could rush out from his hiding place and reach McAvoy's side, at which point everything would be over.

But...

Chen Yang's speed was so fast that it seemed time had stopped, yet McAvoy's sudden burst of speed was like time had reversed. Just as Chen Yang was halfway through his charge, McAvoy raised his arms and pulled the trigger.

"Bang..."

Unlike the normal sound of gunfire, in this lightning-fast moment, any sound was stretched out, making it impossible to discern its original frequency.

The bullets that continuously shot out from the barrel passed through the flying porcelain fragments, aiming at Chen Yang's forehead, shoulder, chest, stomach, and thigh.

In a flash, Chen Yang had no time to dodge, and his entire body was hit by the bullets, splattering blood. He fell to the ground, powerless.

"Game over!"

Saying this coldly, McAvoy casually threw away the gun and snapped his fingers, causing the surroundings to change.

The office gradually transformed into a basement. Under the cold fluorescent lights, the walls and tables were lined with various firearms, resembling a gun museum.

"Cough, cough... Did I just die again?"

Chen Yang coughed and got up from the ground.

"Yes, you just died."

Clapping his hands to draw Chen Yang's attention, McAvoy pointed to the firearms and said, "From what I saw just now, ordinary human gunmen are basically ineffective against you, so you barely pass. The next course will require you to understand the structure of firearms and become familiar with their use. By the end of the course, you should reach at least half my level."

Chen Yang smiled bitterly. What does it mean to reach half your level? Any gunman with one-tenth of your ability could dominate in reality.

"Take this."

McAvoy picked up a pistol from the table and threw it to Chen Yang.

"This gun is the Chinese **. You should be familiar with it, right?"

"92? This is the **?"

Men generally have a unique fondness for guns, and Chen Yang was no exception. He felt an indescribable comfort as he held the cold pistol in his hands.

"Commander Ross requires you to familiarize yourself with all the firearms here within 500 hours, so we are short on time and cannot afford to waste any. However, since you are a beginner with no prior knowledge of firearms, we will start with the simplest handgun shooting training."

McAvoy also picked up a **, held it with both hands, and aimed at Chen Yang's forehead.

"Handgun shooting doesn't require high physical fitness; almost anyone can fire a shot. However, being able to fire a shot doesn't mean you can shoot well. The better your physical fitness, the more efficient your learning will be. Look..."

McAvoy focused his eyes on his arms.

"Do you see my hand trembling?"

"Trembling? Hmm, a little bit."

Chen Yang looked carefully but was not very sure.

"Actually, everyone's hands will tremble when they extend their arms. This is determined by the human body's muscle structure and cannot be changed. The difference lies only in the degree of tremor."

"The first thing you need to learn is to stabilize your arms as much as possible. The more stable and enduring your arms are, the longer the stable period you can provide for trigger operation."

"Like this?"

Chen Yang mimicked McAvoy's posture, holding the pistol with both hands and aiming at his forehead.

McAvoy: "..."

"It seems your physical fitness is quite good, and your arms are very stable. We can skip this step."

"Next, the grip is one of the most important aspects for beginners."

As McAvoy spoke, the environment around them gradually changed, and a shooting range appeared before them.

"Why is the grip so important? A correct grip can establish a stable sight line."

"Newcomers often think that aiming only requires the eyes, but this is completely wrong. Aiming only provides a reference for the arms. Human muscles have a strong inertia, and if the grip is incorrect, even if you constantly adjust your posture through your brain, the gun will still deviate from the sight line."

"Moreover, when aiming with your eyes, you cannot simultaneously focus on the front sight, rear sight, and target. A correct grip makes it easier to establish a correct sight line when pointing at the target."

McAvoy's words made Chen Yang nod repeatedly.

"Secondly, a correct grip allows you to quickly aim in real combat. Real combat is not like a regular shooting game; you don't have much time to aim with your eyes. You must be able to point the gun at the target as soon as you raise it. Otherwise... you will pay with your life."

"Now, watch my grip carefully."

McAvoy held the gun, lowered his hands to a ready position, and lowered the muzzle by about 40 degrees. As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly raised the gun to point at the target without any aiming motion.

"Is that it?"

McAvoy's action was simple, so simple that Chen Yang was puzzled.

"This simple action requires ordinary people to practice thousands of times to form an instinctive response."

McAvoy did not get angry at Chen Yang's doubt. "Without a good foundation, it is impossible to progress in shooting. Since you look down on this simple action, you should quickly practice it until it becomes your instinctive response."

"Ah."

With no choice, Chen Yang began to mimic McAvoy's posture, repeatedly practicing the grip.

This repetitive practice of the same action was indeed tedious, but Chen Yang was not lacking in patience. He practiced for over two hours until McAvoy was satisfied.

"Very good, you have become quite proficient with this action. Next, I will teach you how to aim with your eyes."

"First, you need to determine your dominant eye and non-dominant eye. When you aimed just now, did you unconsciously close one eye?"

Chen Yang thought for a moment and nodded.

"This action of closing one eye is actually you forcing your gun-hand side eye to become your dominant eye."

"In real combat, true experts never deliberately close one eye to aim and shoot; that is an extremely foolish action. Instead, they keep both eyes open and use both to aim."

Chen Yang asked, puzzled, "Why is that?"

"There are three reasons. First, using both eyes increases your field of vision. In real combat, a wide field of vision is crucial for survival. Second, using both eyes prevents your focus from being overly concentrated on the target, allowing you to focus more on the relationship between the sights and the entire target, which is beneficial for your shooting."

"Third, keeping both eyes open relaxes your facial muscles and makes your body feel more natural and conserve energy, which is extremely important for prolonged combat."

After saying this, McAvoy paused slightly and said seriously, "So, now do two thousand more aiming and shooting drills until it becomes your instinct."

Chen Yang: "... Another two thousand times..."

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