I revived the Demonic Sect in North America

Li Ang hardly needed to aim when he fired. He quickly fired all fifteen bullets.

Except for the first three shots, which were slightly off-target due to my lack of practice, all twelve remaining shots hit the bullseye.

All the bullets were fired from the same hole, creating a truly spectacular effect.

Li Ang lowered his gun and looked at Kevin with an inquiring gaze.

Liu Yue, who was standing next to her, was stunned and couldn't help but scream "Wow!"

"Wow, Li Ang is awesome!"

Kevin was dumbfounded.

He walked over and looked at the target paper, looking utterly dejected.

All fifteen shots hit the target.

Kevin stared at the target paper for two seconds, then looked back at Li Ang, frowning in disbelief.

"You're not pretending to be weak, are you? You've really never handled a gun before?"

"No, really."

Li Ang honestly replied:

"You know what my parents were like before, this is the first time I've seen this."

Kevin thought about it and realized that Li Ang knew him very well and that Li Ang had never had this opportunity before.

Li Ang asked curiously:

"Kevin, did I shoot much better this time?"

Kevin really wanted to say that Li Ang's shooting skills were already beyond belief.

Even with his extensive shooting experience, it would be impossible to achieve a record of twelve consecutive shots without missing the target.

This is a complete shooting genius.

He clicked his tongue, his expression somewhat complicated, and said:

"From a rookie's perspective, it's barely acceptable. Unfortunately, standing in front of you is Kevin, the Bronx's strictest coach. So, kid, you still have a lot of work to do."

"clear."

Li Ang obeyed Kevin's orders unconditionally. Upon hearing this, he didn't even bother to rest and immediately picked up an empty magazine to load bullets.

Kevin glanced at the watch and said sourly:

"Alright, you guys practice on your own. I have to go upstairs. The shop can't stay closed forever. Come back up when you're done practicing."

Upon hearing this, Li Ang asked in surprise:

"Hey Kevin, is that all for the lesson?"

Kevin couldn't help but secretly roll his eyes.

He thought to himself, "Hey, you've got such poor shooting skills, what else do I have to teach you?"

The more he thought about it, the more jealous he became, and a sour feeling welled up inside him.

Back in the day, I was fighting my way up the streets, and I don't know how many bullets I had to endure before I could barely avoid missing the target.

This kid actually surpassed my level in just a few shots.

It's true what they say, comparisons are the thief of joy.

Kevin forced himself to suppress the displeasure on his face and said calmly:

"Teach? Shooting a gun is so simple, any man can do it, what's there to teach?"

Kevin crossed his arms and said nonchalantly:

"Three points in a line, breathing, pulling the trigger, that's all. The rest is practice, practice like crazy. Your talent... well, it's passable, but you're far from mastering it!"

After he finished speaking, he pointed to the twenty boxes of bullets that had been poured out on the ground:

"You'll only be considered a beginner when you can fire this whole box of bullets and hit the bullseye every time. There are no secrets to shooting; it's all about practice. Understand?"

After listening, Li Ang nodded thoughtfully.

He felt that although Kevin's words were simple, they sounded like the experience of someone who had been through it all, and had a kind of profound simplicity.

He truly deserves to be called the street arms expert in my eyes!

"Understood, thanks, Kevin."

"Alright, I'm going upstairs. I lost at least several hundred million dollars in business just by closing the store for a little while!"

Kevin didn't want to stay any longer and turned to walk towards the corner.

There was a long, thin wooden ladder leaning against it.

It was just that the light was too dim, and neither Li Ang nor Liu Yue noticed.

Kevin climbed up using both his hands and feet, and then slammed the cover shut from the outside.

The lights in the cellar went out again.

The dim, yellowish light from the incandescent bulbs created an exceptionally ambiguous atmosphere.

Liu Yue muttered under her breath, somewhat annoyed:

"So there was a ladder. Kevin didn't say anything earlier, making me look stupid. Ugh, that was so dumb..."

"That's pretty stupid."

Li Ang smiled, his hands continuing to load bullets into the magazine:

"But it's also quite cute."

Liu Yue's face flushed instantly, and she was too embarrassed to reply.

"Don't worry, I promised to teach you how to shoot at noon, and I'll definitely keep my word."

Li Ang loaded the magazine, pulled the slide to chamber a round, and looked tenderly at Liu Yue, saying:

"I'll practice for a bit first. I'll teach you later."

"Um."

Liu Yue nodded obediently and sat down on an overturned wooden box next to her.

He rested his chin on his hands, watching Li Ang shoot with an expression of adoration.

Li Ang turned around, raised his gun, and aimed.

boom!boom!boom!boom!

……

Gunshots rang out again. With the experience from the previous round, Li Ang was more confident and skilled.

He hardly needs time to aim; he simply raises his gun and fires.

Each bullet precisely penetrated the already shattered bullseye ten meters away.

The bullet holes overlapped, making muffled "thud" sounds.

Liu Yue, who was standing to the side, was quite engrossed in watching.

She wasn't looking at the gun, but at Li Ang.

Li Ang's profile was clearly defined in the dim light, his eyes focused.

When the trigger is pulled, the jaw tightens slightly, and the Adam's apple slides gently with swallowing.

Sweat seeped from his forehead, trickling down his neck and into his collar.

Liu Yue felt her throat was a little dry.

Sexy!

Men who shoot guns are fucking sexy!

Li Ang finished another magazine.

He put down the gun, rubbed his slightly sore wrist, and let out a long breath.

Although I have a talent for shooting, my physical fitness and physique are still too poor.

It simply cannot withstand the recoil of continuous firing for an extended period of time.

As Li Ang was deep in thought, he suddenly felt a warm breath on his neck.

He turned around abruptly and found that Liu Yue had somehow appeared behind him.

He pressed his cheek against his neck.

Before Li Ang could speak, Liu Yue suddenly stood on tiptoe, cupped his face in her hands, and kissed him passionately.

This kiss was different from the panicked kiss Liu Yue gave when she fell into the cellar.

It was slow, forceful, and carried a clear desire.

Li Ang was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening.

He was certain that the gun was empty, so he put it in his pocket.

He freed his hands to wrap around Liu Yue's waist and pressed her hard against himself.

Liu Yue groaned, her body went limp, and she could only cling even tighter to Li Ang's neck.

He was breathing heavily and scratching at Li Ang's back with his fingers.

……

Two hours later, several tables of customers were already seated in Alice's Bar.

The jukebox was playing old rock music, and the air was filled with the smells of marijuana leaves, cheap beer, and mozzarella cheese.

Kevin was standing behind the bar, deftly mixing a vodka cocktail for the Russian girl with the huge headlights.

His eyes would occasionally sweep across the room, ready to handle other customers' orders at any time.

Next to the bar, the door to the storage room quietly opened a crack.

Li Ang, carrying a black sports bag, sneaked out with Liu Yue by his arm.

Liu Yue's limping gait was clearly abnormal, which immediately caught Kevin's attention.

Upon closer inspection, Liu Yue's face was flushed, her hair was a little messy, and her lips were a bit swollen.

The beige vest she was wearing was also wrinkled, with some suspicious liquid stains scattered on it.