Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

Winnett readied the Colt she had used for training, loaded it expertly, and aimed at the moving target.

Before she fired, she suddenly heard Ji Luxi's instructions -

"To ensure that the enemy loses his ability to resist or dies, it is best to develop the habit of firing two shots in a row."

Even if ordinary bullets are fired in two bursts, it is difficult to guarantee killing the target. Winnett understood that Ji Luxi was talking about the slender Magnum bullets, so she ejected the original bullets and reloaded them.

Perhaps because of the training in balancing the pole and motion capture, the whole process went much smoother than Winnett had imagined. After shooting the moving target, Winnett looked at the sniper rifle that was independent of the weapon rack.

Seeing that Winnett was interested in the sniper rifle, Ji Luxi said, "Remington m700, equipped with 300 Winchester Magnum bullets, it has no problem penetrating vehicles, do you want to try it?"

Winnet shook her head. The sniping, which was known for its high precision, was difficult for her with her poor eyesight.

Ji Luxi took off the gun: "Generally speaking, sniping requires precise eyesight, but in actual combat, you can equip yourself with glasses and other corrective tools. Vision is not the key criterion for judging the quality of a sniper."

Winnet thought Ji Luxi was going to demonstrate it to her, so she walked closer and followed. Under her surprised gaze, Ji Luxi pressed the button on the remote control in her hand, and the base of the observation tower in the air began to fold until it fell in front of the two of them.

Winette was stunned.

Such advanced equipment would probably not cause any problems even if placed in a military base.

She and Ji Luxi stood on the observation deck together, and as the base frame extended into the air, Ji Luxi pressed another button, and a curtain of white light dropped down.

After doing all this, Ji Luxi took out two helmets that looked like high-tech toys from the cabinet in the corner of the observation deck.

"Holographic projection technology. This is the organization's latest training device. After putting on the helmet, it can simulate a 3D scene and assume the target of a sniper mission."

"Amazing! It's truly groundbreaking!"

Miss Winnet praised generously.

If this technology were sold, the price would certainly be over a billion, but it was used by the organization to train killers, which shows how wealthy they are.

"The simulated scene is a skyscraper, and the target to be killed is the president of a large company. You can give it a try."

"Okay, I see."

Although she didn't think she could hit the target, it felt like a realistic high-tech shooting game that she simply couldn't refuse.

Skipping the assembly step, Winnett set up the sniper rifle, placed her left eye on the scope, and slowly aimed at the president of the simulated company who was holding a small meeting.

During this period, Ji Luxi reminded again: "As a sniper, you must concentrate on observing the target's every move, adjusting the best angle, and capturing the fleeting opportunity. This process will make your eyes feel quite tired."

Winette hummed, and did not rush to shoot, but instead found the feeling that Ji Luxi described.

The figure she saw through the goggles was quite blurry, and she couldn't accurately calibrate the opponent's fatal point. Due to the high intensity of mental concentration, sweat broke out on Winnet's face within three minutes.

Ji Luxi held up the telescope and said to Winnett, "Five hundred yards, southwest wind direction, wind force 4, deviation value is around 70 miles, the target is not moving, but there is only one chance, you can consider direct shooting."

Winnet: “???”

You can judge the error value based on wind level and distance alone. Are you a humanoid computer?

Winnet was speechless. She asked, "Ji Luxi, what is your longest sniping record?"

"If it's a person, my maximum distance is 1400 yards, but I can't guarantee a hit. If it's a moving target, 700 yards is my relatively stable level. If I use a large-caliber sniper rifle to destroy the target point, the maximum distance is around 2200 yards... There are too many factors that affect long-range sniping, and I can't guarantee an accurate hit. But with the power of a sniper rifle, hitting a large blood vessel is enough to kill the target."

Winnett had a general understanding of the power of guns. Shooting Magnum bullets with a pistol at close range would have the same effect. If it was a semi-automatic, high-precision pistol, the power would be somewhat unstable in comparison.

Adjusting her breathing, Winnett shifted her aiming cross to the northeast, aiming at the opponent's broader upper chest.

boom!

In the holographic feedback, she hit the subject in the shoulder.

Winnett felt that this error was not due to technical factors, but because her heart rate fluctuated excessively at the moment of shooting.

The object that pulls the trigger is not the bricks and signs that serve as targets, but a simulated human being that is so realistic that it looks like a real person.

Although his mind was focused as if burning, at the moment of firing the bullet, he still felt the squeeze of fear and pressure, which destroyed the rhythm he was looking for.

As if feeling the only remnant of humanity left in my heart, the touch transmitted from my fingertips dulled for a moment.

Ji Luxi, who was observing from the side, noticed Winnet's abnormality and reset the projection during this brief interval.

It is natural for humans to feel hesitation when they kill their target for the first time, and they will feel regret, fear, and sadness afterwards, but they will soon no longer have the energy to think about these people - people who have nothing to do with them - and who cannot be considered good people in this world.

After all, he is still a child...

Ji Luxi was hesitating to say something to persuade her——

boom!

The president in the holographic projection is——

The brain blossoms.

Winnett hugged Ji Luxi's shoulders excitedly: "Look, Ji Luxi, I succeeded! Well, it seems that this pastor also has the qualifications to be a sniper."

After treating the mannequin as a non-existent evil idol, Miss Winnett is simply a scumbag like the scum of the world.

……

015 Gin, have you ever been circumcised?

Ji Luxi almost became a little girl with small eyes.

Are people with faith mentally stronger?

Seeing Winnett so happy that she was about to jump up, she always felt that she was a little unsure of her personality.

This is probably why Abris received so much attention from Vermouth.

Following Winnet's interest, Ji Luxi taught her more knowledge about shooting and gave her the guns stored in the base for her to test shoot.

During this period, she found ordinary staff in the organization and designed corrective lenses specifically for Winnet.

However, it can only be used as an unconventional measure. Winnet can indeed see objects farther away clearly when wearing it, but long-term use will cause her eyes to feel intense fatigue, causing her vision to further deteriorate.

Ji Luxi made a judgment on Winnett's situation: "It seems that you are not suitable to wait for the prey to appear in one place. Locking on the target for a long time will damage your eyesight. I suggest you use a semi-automatic sniper rifle. By firing continuously, you can increase the error tolerance rate. The gun body is lighter, so it is easier to shoot while moving."

Winnet also felt that she was not the type of person who could patiently wait for the enemy to appear from a distance. Although she found it interesting to watch her opponent fall into the trap step by step, she felt more excited holding a gun like chasing prey - her brain particularly liked this feeling between life and death.

She took the SVD sniper rifle, which was relatively easy to use. In the simulation training, she did not aim the first shot directly at the vital point, but to ensure the hit rate in order to reduce the opponent's mobility.

However, in an environment with many obstructions, this does not seem to be applicable enough.

After another week of training in the new facility, just when Winnet was looking forward to the next training -

Ji Luxi: "All basic training has been completed, and your progress has reached a terrifying level. Now all you lack is practical experience."

Ah?

After hearing the news, Winette looked around hurriedly, but Brother Calvados never showed up. What he said about taking over my training was a lie!

The narrow-minded Miss Winnet felt it necessary to mention this matter in front of Vermouth.

While I was training hard, that big brother who looked determined was slacking off the whole time!

Winette whispered, "Um...what about Mr. Calvados? Didn't he say..."

She was halfway through her words when Ji Luxi understood what she meant.

"Calvados was called away by Vermouth. It seems he has a new mission." Ji Luxi explained, "I also received her contact. From her attitude, it seems that she would rather I teach you."

Even if she's not in front of him, this lap dancer still wants to trick Pastor Ben!

Woohoo, Miss Winnett has begun to imagine how easy and concise training would be with Brother Calvados.

She looked at her originally fair and tender hands, which were now covered with bruises and the calluses were growing thicker.

Ji Luxi did not explain more, but picked up the big brick-shaped mobile phone that Miss Winnet had seen for the first time, and hummed softly several times at the other side.

"There is no need to stay here any longer. Take your weapons and personal belongings with you." After saying that, Ji Luxi went back to the warehouse on the ground first.

Winette followed closely behind, and when she returned to the warehouse, she felt a dazzling light, the rolling door was opened, and a yellow Lamborghini was parked ostentatiously at the entrance.

Vermouth stuck her head out of the car window and waved, "Hello, Dark Angel!"

There was a black Porsche parked behind the Lamborghini. Ji Luxi opened the back seat of the Lamborghini and sat in it, and she sat in the front seat at Vermouth's request.

From the rearview mirror of the car, Winnett caught a glimpse of two men covered in black clothes sitting in the car behind.

The driver was a sturdy man wearing sunglasses. The man sitting in the passenger seat was a tall and thin man with his cheeks hidden under the brim of his hat.

Vermouth saw Winnet looking back and asked, "Interested?"

Winnet shook her head: "I'm just a little curious. I haven't met any members of the organization other than you, Ji Luxi, and Calvados. Are they also core members?"

Vermouth glanced at the man in the top hat in the back seat and teased with a smile: "Dark Angel, you must not be interested in a man like that, Jean... He only has eyes for the prey he is pursuing..."

Miss Winnet instantly smelled gossip.

She stared at Vermouth's face, but there was no emotion like nostalgia for the past, and it seemed to have nothing to do with the illicit love.

Ms. Karen, who often comes to church, always likes to talk about her love history. She records the romantic part in a parchment-covered notebook. Every time she talks about it, she describes it with an obscure flavor - that feeling.

Winnett did not feel a similar atmosphere from Vermouth.

Could it be that the one with the high brim had been cut?

It's so pitiful. Sister Alisa said that incomplete men like that can't go to heaven.

Miss Winnett had no interest in men, but she couldn't say she hated them either. She just felt they were insignificant.

When Winnet sneaked into a bookstore to buy strange books before, she heard the male clerk say:

The lowest level of homosexuality is homosexuality that feels disgust towards the opposite sex.

Most of the novels related to homosexuality contain vulgar descriptions, and the writers seem to be tacitly aware of this.

……

At this time, Gin, who was wearing a high-brimmed hat and sitting in the Porsche, did not know that he had been given such an impression by Miss Winnet.

Vodka, the burly man who was driving, frowned and asked, "Brother, why did Vermouth get such a little girl to join the organization?"

Vodka couldn't understand it. A petite woman like this was obviously not a reliable fighting force. Even if she was smart, it would be difficult to regard her as a useful talent as she had no achievements and was young.

He couldn't quite understand.

Given the eldest brother's personality, how could he come all the way here to watch a boring test just because of a word from Vermouth?

In Vodka's opinion, the outcome of this actual combat test was determined before it even began.

At this time, Gin grinned, took out the cigarette he was holding and twisted it in the ashtray, and said: "The guy that Vermouth took a fancy to must have some ability, but this time her judgment seems to be wrong... She thought that a kid who hasn't even grown all his hair has both the talent for assassination and the rare leadership and organizational skills..."

Vermouth's original words were that the girl in the car had talents comparable to his.

But judging from Vermouth's proud expression, she obviously believed that the girl had the ability to become a core leader.

Gin felt unhappy being compared to a little girl, but at the same time, he also developed a little interest in the new member.

Gin used the car's cigarette lighter to light another "JILOISES" cigarette and said slowly: "It is never a good habit to look down on others. Now that the stage has been set, we will sit down and wait and see whether she is as good as Vermouth said..."

……

016 Miss Killer's Graduation Project

Miss Winnett enjoyed the soft sports car seat for a while, but before her little butt could warm up, the car braked suddenly and she almost hit her head.

This woman, Vermouth, is as wanton as her driving skills!

Miss Winnet was very sad but dared not complain.

Ji Luxi, who was sitting in the back seat, took out her phone, glanced at the screen, then leaned over to the front seat and said to Vermouth, "The situation is a little out of control. It is said that the lady was unwilling to conduct human experiments and accidentally released the failed product."

"What's the situation now?" Vermouth held a thin cigarette in her mouth, her shallow eyebrows twisted together.

"It seems that half of the security personnel have been controlled. It seems that Captain Boris has escaped... He is likely to use Shirley to negotiate with us."

Vermouth, who was still worried, suddenly laughed softly: "Although it's a bit unexpected, I have to say that the timing is just right."

The drug research institute was taken over by the failed test product, and its security personnel were controlled. It happened to be night time. For Dark Angel, there is no better stage than the current situation - she will surely shine tonight.

Vodka and Gin got out of the car and came to the Lamborghini. Gin knocked on the front window and said, "Vermouth, don't waste time."

"Qin, there's a little problem." Vermouth lowered the car window.

Gin showed an unhappy expression, threw the unfinished cigarette on the ground and twisted it with his leather shoes.

"This is not your style, Vermouth. How can there be mistakes in the arrangement of such a small matter?"

"It was a mistake, but it was Shirley's mistake." Vermouth opened the car door and asked Winnett to get out. "Okay, Dark Angel, it seems that your graduation project can no longer be changed."