Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 42 42. Summer Vacation, Shooting Upgrade

Dean came home.

Holden's words have been entrenched in his mind, echoing repeatedly.

"I will personally guide you how to use your talent and talents legally and compliantly! Let you find a balance between madness and order!"

Dean was deeply entangled.

"NO, being a guinea pig for this insane FBI is not sending a sheep to the tiger's mouth, exposing your own abnormalities!"

Dean is also not interested in being the fbi's follower or experimental product.

"Come on, Holden is just an ordinary person, he can't see the 'Shadow', as long as he is more careful, he can't find anything."

There was an offer that Dean couldn't refuse.

After exploring in private these days, Dean has some experience with the triggering principle of the "event" of the system authentication, which is basically impossible to trigger in ordinary daily life.

But if there are any unknown mysteries or death events around you, then there is a high probability that it will be triggered.

And the FBI and LVPD, who work with various cases all day long, are almost a ready-made "task trigger".

"If you use Holden's channel, you can trigger a large number of 'events', gain experience, and gain proficiency."

"Inspect this job and fully understand the laws, rules and regulations, so that you can better walk outside the rules in the future."

"If you're not used to me staying for a while, will you get out of here?"

Two incompatible ideas were fighting in his mind, he was temporarily unable to make a decision, and suffered from insomnia again.

……

"Dude, where did you go yesterday? Everyone searched everywhere, but they couldn't find you." Early in the morning, Last brought Britney to the door to visit,
"I'm not used to that kind of occasion, and I feel irritable and flustered," Dean opened the door with faint dark circles under his eyes, sat back at the dining table, and invited the two to enjoy a pile of fried eggs, sausages and milk together.

Ruster unceremoniously sat across from him to eat and drink, and turned on the TV, "If you hadn't left then, you would have enjoyed the same star treatment as Caroline!"

Dean shook his head indifferently.

"But I have bad news for you."

Britney joked,

"Caroline is so popular that she signed a contract with the company again. She will run with the band all over Nevada for a long time, and may only come back once in a few months."

Dean swallowed the whole sausage in one gulp, his cheeks puffed up like a squirrel, and there was a hint of relief and satisfaction in his eyes,

"Caroline can realize her dream and become a big star. I am sincerely happy for her."

"Quiet, watch TV!" Rust reminded, and the attention of the two was attracted.

On the screen, Catherine Medici, the well-known hostess of the morning news, is aiming the charming V-shaped deep groove at the local Vegas music star, the gray-haired old man guest.

The latter looked into the ditch calmly.

And the content of the conversation between the two-

"The coquettish hostess is introducing you, buddy, she praised you as a hero, the savior!" Last looked at his friend excitedly and proudly, "I can guarantee that you will soon become a household name in Vegas, More famous than Caroline!"

"Shet!"

……

After the memorial service, the time has come to early June, and Nevada State High School has completely entered the rhythm of summer vacation.

But some people become very busy.

As Britney said, Caroline entered the role of a newcomer in the music industry, and went back and forth with the Good Morning Band and manager Robert in Las Vegas, Carson and other Nevada city TV stations and shopping malls to promote, perform, entertainment.

Too busy to see anyone.

And Rust and Britney lived a two-person world, shopping, studying hard to prepare for the SAT test, and striving to get the admission notice of their favorite university in the coming year.

Dean didn't want to be a light bulb, so he allocated his time freely.

But the news about the Lake Mead incident on the TV news continued to ferment, which had some substantial impact on his life.

"Hi Dean!"

A fat old white man on the street greeted him cheerfully. Before him, three strangers recognized Dean's identity and greeted him enthusiastically. A young Asian boy even asked him for his autograph.

……

"Liar chingchong!"

Two black kids ran past him on the street, raised their middle fingers,

"Fake hero!"

Dean summoned "Shadow" calmly.

In the next second, the two ghost cubs who slipped away from him tripped at the same time and fell face to face!

There was a slap on the forehead that made the gums sore, and several screams.

Blood splattered.

The left side broke his nose, and the right side lost a front tooth. He lay on the ground and howled, leaving pools of dirty blood behind.

Dean chuckled and strode away.

……

"Morning, Dean!"

Three young girls in shorts and vests with fluttering long hair and showing off their hot bodies blocked his way.

Dean glanced over and vaguely recognized that they were all members of the school's baseball cheerleading team.

"Are you free during summer vacation?" The red-haired girl in the center looked at him affectionately, as if she had been secretly in love with him for a long time.

"What's the matter?" Dean raised his eyebrows. The girls are in good shape and full of vitality, but their skin is a little freckled, and their facial features are not delicate.

"We are planning to drive all the way to Santa Monica Beach for a trip, and we are worried about danger on the road. You are so skilled and know Chinese kongfu!" The red-haired girl made a coquettish fist hug, "Would you like to be a flower protector?" , and set off with us."

"We will thank you very much and will never let you down."

Thanks for the emphasis above.

The three girls stretched out their strong chests at him and kept winking.

Red, blue and brown eyes.

Down below the waves are raging,

Dean accidentally turned on the God's perspective, and then felt dizzy for a moment, and his nasal cavity became hot.
But he is not a beast in heat,

"Sorry, not available."

……

According to the summer vacation plan that he had made long ago, Dean approached the bearded Jacob and Tang Ya next door, expressed his gratitude to the other party for visiting him in the hospital many times, and then explained the purpose of coming.

"Go to the shooting range to practice guns? I have been waiting for your words. But are you sure your body has recovered?"

Jacob held the pruning shears and asked with concern in his eyes,

Dean bulged the well-developed biceps on his arms,
"Don't forget the blood flowing in my body, the injury has long since healed. Now I want to urgently increase my combat effectiveness."

"You kid is unlucky enough. You were robbed not long ago, and then you were threatened by gunmen. It's time to improve your self-protection ability. I can't let your uncle come back and see a nephew with many scars."

……

The two drove to the Struggle Field shooting range in the South District of Las Vegas, an outdoor shooting range in the wilderness.

There are actually many items that cost money at the shooting range, such as shooting lanes, renting guns, bullets, soundproof earmuffs, and even shooting targets.

But it is still cheaper than buying a gun and bullets to practice in the field.

Jacob pledged his driver's license and bank card behind the counter.

The staff took them to choose a gun.

A wide variety of firearms caught Dean's eyes, including fully automatic pistols, rifles, and even sniper rifles with brackets.

Dean repeatedly checked the internal structure of the firearm from the perspective of God and confirmed that it was correct.

By the way, now he has developed the habit of offering a big gift to someone or something he is interested in when he meets him—a look through God's perspective.

Dean rented a Colt M1911A1 with a seven-round magazine that he was most familiar with from a bunch of shooting range training firearms. It cost ten dollars. This gun has been improved and has more sustained firepower.

Plus, he brought the AR-15 he kept at home with him, saving ten dollars on the rifle rental.

The staff led the two to the wide shooting lane.

Started to give some basic explanations to newcomer Dean: gun safety, firearm usage rules, and how to load, unload and shoot.

"Always aim the muzzle at the shooting path, and don't aim it at anyone, including yourself. When you are not shooting, don't put your finger on the trigger. After shooting, remember to clean up the unfired bullets in the barrel."

"Ah."

"Hold the gun with both hands, aim the target, put the safety on, and pull the trigger. It's easy, isn't it?"

The staff are succinct, smiling and relaxed, and seem to regard shooting as a game.

……

Jacob also showed off his shooting skills,
This guy hides his secrets.

Within 20 meters, the pistol shot almost every shot, and the rifle could also withstand the recoil to maintain a high hit rate. A series of bullet casings flew flying with green smoke, and the target was torn to pieces in the blink of an eye.

Then he selected a ten-meter chest target for Dean, and instructed him to make a standard two-handed gun shooting gesture.

Dean pulled the trigger, firing two seven-round magazines in one go.

Only three rounds missed the target, but the number of rings was more evenly distributed.

"The accuracy is good, but the shooting is a bit slow. But it's not like your uncle said he never touched a gun."

Jacob's beard quivered in astonishment,

"Shots fired at Lake Mead..."

Dean closed his eyes and thought about it.

Compared with practicing guns against "Shadow" in the wild some time ago, his shooting accuracy has also slightly improved.

As his proficiency has grown, he has grown accustomed to the recoil of the Colt.

And after each shot, Lv0's shooting skills will give him a little different feeling, allowing him to unconsciously correct the next shot slightly.

"You are talented, practice more, you can consider developing in the direction of bodyguards in the future, or become a COP, but don't join the army."

"Now, change to a 15-meter target."

Dean spent the morning at the shooting range.

He couldn't remember how many magazines he had run out, and he had experienced it many times with both pistols and rifles.

After firing two magazines every time, I would sit down and rest for a while to relieve the soreness in my wrist.

In the last half a day, my shooting proficiency has increased by 4 points to lv0 (54/100).

His pistol shooting performance is not bad, the target within 20 meters can have a [-]% hit rate, as for the number of rings, the fluctuation is very large.

But the rifle, because of the recoil problem, was much worse, and he didn't like this kind of bulky guy either.

In the afternoon, he endured his soreness and continued to practice guns.

"Dude, good technique!"

A man with a white short T-shirt, a strong figure, and a face with distinctive German features came over.

Dean took off the sound-proof earphones, emptied the bullets in the gun chamber, and looked puzzled.

"I'm the boss of the field of struggle, Luca Andres." The man waved to Jacob behind Dean, "I'm also a good friend of your uncle Paque and Jacob, I've heard about you Yes. Well done, you're a real man and a worthy hero."

The man gave him a thumbs up,

"As a Las Vegas native, to thank you for your service to my hometown. For the next year, the field of struggle will be open to you for free in all directions, any time, any gun, as you like! As long as you Agree to take a photo with me."

"You are too generous, so I accept it."

Dean resolutely agreed. After this morning's experience, he already understood the benefits of the shooting range. He didn't need to hide and shoot in the wild, and he would never be short of bullets.

The efficiency of proficiency improvement is much higher than that of training alone. You can get five or six points every day, and within half a month, your shooting level will be up!

And by eliminating the range fee, you can save thousands of dollars a month!

"Come on, buddy, let's take a photo together!" Andres smiled.

……

Time is passing in regular training.

Nearly ten days.

Dean spent time in the shooting range from morning to night, relying on the strong resilience of Iron Man talent for devil-style shooting training.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

The sound of bullets piercing the air.

Dean clasped Colt tightly with both hands and dunked three times.

At 25 meters, three small bullet holes exploded in the chest of the human-shaped scar standing on the ground.

You use a Colt M1911A1 and hit the heart of the target at 25 meters.

熟练度+1，（99/100→100/100）

Upgrade?

confirm!

Shoot lv0 → lv1 (0/200)
Some of your attributes have been strengthened.

Sensitivity: 11.6→12.1
Perception: 9→10
Dean closed his eyes and lay prone in front of the shooting lane, his breathing was short and his body trembled slightly.

Drip!

A row of sweat dripped down the dry sand from his forehead.

He felt a strange energy erupting from the depths of his body, swimming through the tendons, fascia, and ligaments of his hands and feet, like a group of miniature repair robots patrolling in the body, working, repairing, lengthening, and strengthening his fascia , tendons, ligaments.

The energy finally flows through the eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and tongue, which represent the five senses.

That refreshing feeling.

Dean seemed to take a deep breath of wind balm, and the refreshing coolness penetrated from countless pores all over his body.

He was so ecstatic that he almost lost consciousness.

2 minute later.

Dean took a long breath, stood up straight sweating profusely, opened his eyes, and looked at the target in the distance.

Originally because of studying hard in the past, my slightly myopic eyesight has completely returned to normal.

It's amazing.

2 minutes ago, the target was somewhat blurred, and every bullet hole became clearly visible, as if looking through a telescope...

Dean turned and looked around.

The faint smell of gunpowder and body sweat surged in the air, and insects crawled and rustled in the grass behind him.

The skin seemed to be alive, and he was keenly aware of the scorching air of early summer in Las Vegas constantly blowing over the back of his hands and neck.

A little improvement in perception.

Let Dean step into a whole new realm.

Vision, hearing, smell, touch, and taste are all enhanced.

Indirectly affects attack and dodge.

Indescribable intuition should also get a boost.

Dean twisted the joints of his hands and feet, jumped up on the spot a few times, then stood on the ground with his left foot, raised his right leg close to the level, and slowly squatted down with his left leg. A Yongchun squat was relaxed and comfortable.

After several difficult balancing movements, he clearly felt that his body became a little lighter and his balance improved.

This is the effect of increased sensitivity.

As for the reaction speed related to sensitivity, it is still unclear.

"The fighting is upgraded, and the strength, physique, and agility have all increased by 0.5."

"The shooting is upgraded, the sensitivity is 0.5, and the perception can be improved by as much as 1 point."

"The focus of the two skills is completely different, but the total attributes are both increased by 1.5, covering the four attributes of strength, physique, sensitivity, and perception."

"And the upgrade of Shadow of the Past can improve spiritual attributes."

"So now I lack a skill to improve the attribute of will, but the effect of will is not obvious, so don't worry for now."

Dean replaced Colt with the magazine again, and at the same time absorbed a lot of knowledge about firearms and shooting in his mind after the shooting upgrade.

Most pistols, a few rifles, shotguns... tracer rounds, armor-piercing rounds, various bullets...

Basic Weaver Shot, Mozambique Shot…

absorb.

Then settle down in the depths of your mind.

When it is used, it is armed into the body instinctively.

His current level is roughly equivalent to five or six months of continuous practice of pistol shooting?

Dean is thinking about what he has learned so that he can use it now. He leans forward and holds the gun with both hands, his elbows are slightly bent, his right shoulder is pulled back, his right hand pushes the gun forward, and his left palm gently covers the knuckles of his right hand and pulls it back. , take a small step back with your right foot, and turn your body sideways about 30 to 45 degrees...

"boom!"

Wrist vibration.

The muzzle rose slightly.

Bullets flew out of nowhere.

A small hole was opened in the center of the suddenly erected head target at 20 meters.

"On the bull's-eye, ten rings!"

Dean rubbed his wrists in satisfaction, and looked at the sky, the sun was setting to the west, and the sky was covered with a layer of gorgeous fire clouds.

Both fighting and shooting have been raised to lv1,

There is more confidence in my heart.

"Tomorrow is the right time to talk to Holden."

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(End of this chapter)