Chapter 86

"Bang!"

The last cartridge fell to the ground and rolled a few times. Chen Yang put down his gun and turned his gaze to McCawley.

"Amazing, to be able to reach this level in just three days."

McCawley nodded in approval and shifted his gaze to the "targets."

These so-called "targets" were not the usual stationary targets but ping-pong balls shot out by launchers!

From a distance of about thirty meters, five launchers fired five ping-pong balls at a speed of sixty kilometers per hour, in an unpredictable manner. Such a terrifying moving target was something no one could hit with a handgun in real life, but Chen Yang had managed to do it, thanks to his astonishing physical abilities, in just 300 hours of training.

"Phew..."

After hearing McCawley's praise, Chen Yang finally breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed his slightly sore shoulder.

This was no joke; in these 300 hours, he not only had to familiarize himself with the structure of dozens of firearms but also had to achieve an astonishing performance with them, which had drained a lot of his energy.

Being able to do this was not only due to Chen Yang's tireless efforts but also because his right hand had finally given him a chance to "cheat"!

That was the brain overclocking!

Since Chen Yang had successfully completed the first lesson and learned the peak combat techniques, his body's coordination and adaptability had been effectively enhanced. His right hand had then handed over the control of the first and second level overclocking "valves" to him.

It took him twenty hours to learn and control the "valves." Once he had mastered the ability to freely activate them, his shooting talent multiplied, and the difficulties he had previously encountered were swept away.

With this, Chen Yang was finally ready to start learning McCawley's "gun fighting technique."

Although this gun fighting technique couldn't make bullets turn in mid-air like in the movies, it combined Chen Yang's peak combat techniques with the principles of statistics and a large number of shooting experiments conducted by his right hand. This resulted in the Xeon gun fighting technique, which allowed for precise calculations centered around the user, covering all 360 degrees around them, enabling simultaneous attack and defense.

Its terrifying lethality was enough to make any enemy tremble.

"So, instructor, what do we learn next?"

After exhaling a deep breath, Chen Yang asked calmly.

"Next, of course, is a live combat exercise."

McCawley's eyes met Chen Yang's, and he asked without any emotional fluctuation, "Are you ready?"

Chen Yang was silent for a moment.

"Do I need to ask this question?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the surroundings changed abruptly.

"Beep beep beep..."

From the underground shooting range to a busy street with many vehicles and a dense population, it took only a second.

Chen Yang was a bit dazed. In his usual solitary training, he hadn't seen so many pedestrians in a long time, and he was a bit hesitant to believe it.

But this place seemed to be...

Foreign?

The streets were full of people with blonde hair and blue eyes, with only a few Chinese-looking individuals. This was clearly a foreign country.

At this moment, Chen Yang was sitting in a coffee shop, wearing a black trench coat, with a steaming cup of coffee on the glass table in front of him.

From the clothing of the people on the street outside the window, it seemed to be a cold winter, with a gloomy sky, and it was uncertain whether it would snow at any moment.

But these details were not important, as they were all virtual scenes. The key point was, wasn't it supposed to be a live combat exercise? Why was he sitting here?

The answer to this question was quickly revealed.

McCawley, also wearing a black trench coat, suddenly walked over from the back and sat down opposite Chen Yang.

"Instructor, you..."

"Listen to me."

Stopping Chen Yang's question, McCawley said, "Next is your live combat mission. Do you see that bank across the street?"

"The bank?"

Following McCawley's indication, Chen Yang's gaze shifted to the high-rise building across the street.

Indeed, on the ground floor of the high-rise was a large bank, with people carrying briefcases entering and exiting continuously.

Seeing this, Chen Yang immediately had a bad feeling. Sure enough, McCawley said, "In five minutes, a group of bandits will enter the bank to rob it. I want you to take the money the bandits steal and escape from the police. Any questions?"

"Can I say I have a problem and not go?"

Chen Yang smiled bitterly.

"Of course not."

"Alright, if that's the case, I have no problems. But my guns..."

"Your two guns are on your tactical belt at your waist. You also have four magazines in your trench coat pocket, which should be enough for you to complete the mission."

"Alright, your live combat mission starts now... Good luck!"

After saying this, McCawley unceremoniously took Chen Yang's untouched coffee and slowly savored it.

Sighing, Chen Yang slightly opened his trench coat and saw that there were indeed two guns on his tactical belt. These two guns were specially modified M1911s, one silver and one black, both with an "X" emblem on the barrel.

"By the way, instructor, I don't need to pay for this coffee, right?"

Standing up, Chen Yang made a rare joke.

"The owner of this shop shouldn't charge me."

McCawley placed a gun on the glass table and replied calmly.

"Great, that's a relief."

Shaking his trench coat, Chen Yang walked out of the coffee shop, waited for the traffic to stop, and then slowly walked toward the bank across the street.

Thinking about the task of robbing the robbers, Chen Yang didn't wait for the bandits to arrive in five minutes but directly entered the bank.

True to its reputation as a Citibank branch, the interior was not only luxurious but also spacious. There were not only long rows of counters but also many desks with staff members handling customer inquiries and transactions.

Despite the winter, Chen Yang, wearing a black trench coat and a pair of sunglasses, looked somewhat odd, immediately drawing the attention of the two security guards at the entrance.

Security guards at large American banks are typically former military personnel or professionals, all well-built and armed. They scan every incoming customer with a wary eye to identify any suspicious individuals.

Unfortunately, Chen Yang had just entered and already caught the attention of the two black security guards.

However, Chen Yang's movements were not even slightly delayed or paused. He walked into the service hall as if he were a normal person, which somewhat reduced the guards' suspicious gaze.

At this moment, Chen Yang suddenly stopped in the middle of the hall, reached into his coat, grabbed the gun handles, and quickly drew them out.

"Bang bang!"

Two consecutive gunshots instantly killed the two black security guards without even turning his head, completely breaking the hall's tranquility.

"Ah... Ah..."

Women screamed, men panicked, and the crowd in the hall immediately fell into chaos. But the American people, known for their "good manners" and "experience," quickly calmed down after Chen Yang fired several shots at the ceiling. The women who had been screaming obediently shut their mouths and lay flat on the ground.

Having controlled the situation in the hall, Chen Yang calmly walked to a desk in the corridor, sat on it, and put down his gun.

Despite this, most people in the bank were lying on the ground and did not notice Chen Yang's actions. Those who did notice his "carelessness" did not have the courage to resist, so the situation remained "calm."

Looking down at a staff member beside the desk, Chen Yang saw him trembling with fear, hugging his head and not daring to speak. He snapped his fingers and asked, "Friend, do you have a cigarette?"

"Cigarette? Yes, yes!"

Hearing Chen Yang's words, the staff member hurriedly opened his pocket, not only taking out a pack of cigarettes but also a lighter.

"Hmm, this smell is strange."

Taking the pack of cigarettes, Chen Yang lit one and, after a long time without smoking, shook his head, exhaled a puff of smoke, and then extinguished the newly lit cigarette.

To be honest, Chen Yang's behavior was quite strange. Generally, armed robbers who break into banks are after money, not like Chen Yang, who not only didn't go for the money but also sat there leisurely smoking.