Build an ancient-level power in the nightmare world

Inside the armory, the surroundings suddenly fell silent.

Chris noticed Vivian's sudden unusual behavior.

He vaguely saw again the black things wrapped around Vivian's body.

But those things only appeared for less than a second before disappearing.

Vivian's expression returned to normal, and she smiled, saying, "You haven't embarked on the path to sainthood yet, have you?"

"Hmm..." Chris nodded slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, but he hid it very well.

Vivian just avoided the topic of his contributions.

This isn't right.

But Chris didn't point it out immediately.

Because he didn't know if pointing out the abnormality of the characters in his dream in this situation would lead to anything bad happening.

In particular, there seemed to be something strange hidden about the other party.

The black substance that briefly appeared and clung to Vivian gave Chris a vague feeling of extreme disgust.

He dared not make any rash moves until he figured these things out.

At the same time, it suddenly occurred to him.

Here at the Torchbearer's place, are there any books that record similar dream worlds?

Such unusual dreams clearly belong to the realm of extraordinary research.

If so, he might find a way to leave from here.

Perhaps, by learning the cause of these dreams, we can even uncover the truth behind the original body's death.

Thinking of this, a glint of light flashed in Chris's eyes.

Vivian keenly noticed Chris's reaction.

In her opinion, Chris reacted that way because she mentioned the Holy Path.

Then he continued the introduction:

"The Torchbearers offer this benefit to members who have not embarked on the holy path."

"However, under normal circumstances, a newcomer needs to undergo at least a three-month probationary period in order to obtain the Holy Wedge."

"If you perform exceptionally well during the assessment, you may receive a Holy Wedge upon the captain's recommendation."

With that, Vivian walked past Chris and headed out of the secret room.

"The captain will discuss the Holy Path with you in detail later. Let's test the guns first."

Seeing this, Chris quickly followed.

As he left the secret room, his gaze swept over the sniper rifle again, but the curiosity in his eyes remained gone.

Vivian's voice came from ahead, "That's Sean's treasure. It's best not to touch it without his permission. He'll notice even the slightest mark on the gun."

Upon hearing this, Chris turned his head and said with a smile, "Mr. Sean's marksmanship must be excellent."

"He cheated," Vivian said simply.

……

A moment later.

Chris stood in a longer, narrower room.

Compared to the previous rooms he had visited, this room was noticeably narrower, but its length extended at least 30 meters.

This place is still located within the torchbearer's underground base.

At the far end of the room, there was a row of human-shaped targets, with ring-shaped targets of different sizes and colors distributed in different positions on them.

"Whether someone is a good shot or not is meaningless if you just talk about it." With that, Vivian raised her silver pistol and made a very standard ready-to-fire gesture.

Seeing this, Chris moved slightly away from Vivian, taking a small step away.

Nick's reminder still echoed in his mind.

Vivian gently pulled the trigger, and a bright flash of light immediately shot from the muzzle of the small silver pistol in her hand.

A sound loud enough to cause a slight tingling in the eardrums resounded throughout the room.

Chris frowned instinctively, feeling a little uncomfortable.

He didn't know if it was because the environment was too enclosed and quiet, but the gunshots were much louder than he had expected.

"Why don't you give it a try?"

Weiwei slowly lowered the gun in her hand, turned to look at Chris, and a hint of expectation flashed in her eyes. "Don't worry about wasting bullets, the Torchbearer has the budget."

Chris nodded slightly and said, "Okay."

The revolver in his hand had been assimilated by the warmth of his palm, and no longer felt as cold as when he first held it.

He recalled the gunfight movies he had watched in his previous life, imitated the actions of the characters in them, and combined this with the demonstration he had just seen Vivian, and quickly assumed a shooting stance.

Vivian watched Chris's movements carefully and nodded with slight satisfaction.

"Is this alright, Miss Vivian?" Chris turned his head slightly and asked.

"Okay, but hold on tight. The recoil of a revolver is considerable," Vivian reminded her. "Don't worry too much about accuracy on your first try. Just feel the feedback from the gun when you fire."

After saying that, Vivian stood quietly to the side and did not speak again.

Chris's attention also focused on the sights on the muzzle of the gun.

He aimed intently at the head of the humanoid target in the distance, took a deep breath, and held it.

bang~

A burst of fire erupted from the muzzle of the revolver, and sparks flew from the magazine.

A gunshot, louder than the one before, echoed through the sealed room.

Chris felt that his eardrums were hurting more than before.

The strong recoil caused him to feel slight discomfort in his wrist.

Fortunately, the shooting went relatively smoothly.

He squinted and could vaguely see that the head of the humanoid target he had aimed at had exploded.

Snap snap snap~

A soft round of applause rang out from the side.

Vivian smiled and said, "You have a lot of talent. It seems that revolvers are very suitable for you."

Upon hearing this, Chris turned around and chuckled sheepishly, "There's still an element of luck involved."

Although he was modest, he genuinely believed that he had talent.

"Then let's give it a try."

As she spoke, Vivian took a brown square cardboard box from the cabinet next to her and placed it on the shooting table.

"There are 50 bullets here. If you run out, take some from the cabinet over there. Just remember to register them in the notebook on top of the cabinet."

As she spoke, Vivian took the notebook and demonstrated to Chris how to record the consumption of bullets.

Seeing this, Chris suddenly realized that the management of guns and bullets within the Torchbearers didn't seem to be very strict.

Without anyone else watching, it wouldn't seem too difficult for him to steal some bullets.

However, on second thought, he remembered the hidden rune arrays on the route he had to take to enter and leave the stronghold.

There might be a formation inside that can detect these guns and ammunition.

He gently shook his head, clearing his mind of distractions.

After Vivian put the notebook back on the cabinet, she suddenly paused in her movements.

With her back to Chris, she slowly said after a few seconds, "You can practice on your own first, I'm going home now."

Chris looked at the other person with some surprise upon hearing this.

Vivian had already reached the door. She turned around, took one last look at Chris, and a barely perceptible glint of something unusual flashed in her eyes.

"Be careful, our...new colleague."

After saying that, Vivian turned around and disappeared out the door.

Chris watched the other person leave before his pretense slowly faded.

He recalled his experience of interacting with her and confirmed that Vivian did indeed have problems.

The other party seemed to be deliberately avoiding discussing the details of that mission.

Moreover, the last two sentences Vivian said to him before leaving seemed to be slightly different in tone from before.

Chris remembered that this sudden, subtle change in tone had also occurred once before in the gun room.

It just so happened that he mentioned that mission.

Vivian paused briefly in both her expression and movements.

"So, there was some kind of taboo surrounding that mission?"

Chris pondered this repeatedly in his mind.

He decided that next, he would try to probe Chase to see if she would also avoid the topic like Vivian.

Looking at the box of bullets next to him, he decided to empty it first.

……

North exit of Enclave Street.

A horse-drawn carriage is moving slowly forward.

Inside the car, Vivian held the brass array plate in her hand and gently rubbed it, but her eyes were not focused on the array plate.

She suddenly turned her head and looked out the car window.

At this moment, the street scene reflected in the car window is still on Enclave Street.

She put the brass array plate into her handbag, then got up and went to the front of the carriage, lifted the curtain and said to the driver:

"Stop at Madison Asset Management."

Upon receiving the instruction, the coachman did not turn the carriage around, because Madison Asset Management Company was not far ahead.

Although Vivian's carriage kept moving forward, it never actually left the area of ​​Enclave Street.

……

Chris slowly walked out of the shooting practice room.

At that moment, he felt a sharp pain in his eardrums.

In the end, he left the room without firing all 50 bullets.

He couldn't understand why there were no earmuffs or earplugs in the shooting practice room.

Upon entering the hall, his gaze swept around and he immediately noticed Nick, who was still sitting in the center of the hall.

He rushed forward, "Nick, how do we return this gun?"

Upon hearing this, Nick turned to look at Chris, his gaze sweeping over him before he gestured towards a certain room with his eyes and said casually:

"Just put it on Sean's desk. He has a notebook on his desk where he can record the usage of the guns."

After saying that, Nick turned his head back and started peeling the orange in his hand.

"By the way, there are sensor arrays at the entrances and exits of the base. If you take these things out, they will be recorded," Nick reminded him without turning his head.

"Understood, thank you."

Chris thanked him briefly and headed toward the room where the secret chamber was hidden.

He took two steps, then suddenly stopped, turned around, and asked seemingly casually, "Do you know where Chess is?"

……

Outside the apartment at 037 Nottingham Street.

Two figures dressed in black formal attire stood silently.

They were each carrying a large leather suitcase.

One of them carefully placed the suitcase on the ground and said something.

"Let's begin."