I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

"What a rip-off! Do you think shock points fall from the sky? Don't think I won't curse you just because you're a system."

This system operates with integrity, treating everyone fairly and honestly.

[The goods in the advanced mall are far more valuable than those in the basic mall. You get what you pay for; please understand.]

Wu Hanfeng snorted coldly: "If you're going to try and fool me with a bunch of bandages and iodine, I'll..."

Before he could finish speaking, Wu Hanfeng was stunned by the dazzling array of listings on the mall interface.

All the goods were arranged in categories, covering various aspects such as combat, shooting, driving, tactics, weapons modification, and medical care.

The items listed below each item indicate the required "Shock Value" for redemption, with prices ranging from several hundred to tens of thousands.

Wu Hanfeng randomly clicked on an internal affairs page.

"It takes 5,000 points to fold paper into a perfect square shape over a lifetime? This system is a bit of a rip-off, isn't it?"

After clicking on the details page, Wu Hanfeng was amazed to see a master-level folded quilt displayed in all aspects.

"This five thousand is worth it."

Wu Hanfeng scanned the product list one by one, originally wondering what treasures he could find with his 10,000 yuan.

After looking around, I realized that I was actually living in poverty.

For infantrymen like them, there are actually only three things they value most.

First, physical fitness.

Second, shooting.

Third, combat.

But on the battlefield, all you need to do is run fast and shoot accurately. After all, no matter how good your fist and foot skills are, they can't beat a magazine of bullets.

Wu Hanfeng has just incorporated 20% of the physique enhancement liquid, and his physique has now reached a C+ rating. Although he is already a level above ordinary people, the gap between him and top special forces soldiers is not small.

All that's left is to shoot.

Wu Hanfeng has served in the army for so many years, and his shooting performance can only be described as mediocre.

Most of the time it's good, and the few times it's excellent feel like winning the lottery.

It all depends on feel, weather, and luck.

His best score was 94 rings and his worst score was 63 rings.

It wasn't that Wu Hanfeng didn't want to work hard; he discovered that shooting, in the end, really comes down to talent.

Some people are born with a keen eye and a good feel for things, while others spend their whole lives searching for techniques and methods, and even after a lifetime of practice, they only reach a decent level.

Wu Hanfeng felt that he was probably the latter.

But that was in the past.

Now he has a system.

He had longed to be a sharpshooter for too long.

He directly clicked on the list of shooting-related items.

There aren't many shooting skills available for exchange in the beginner shop, only seven or eight levels, with prices ranging from three thousand to ten thousand.

He scanned through the product descriptions one by one, finally stopping in front of the product with a price of 10,000 points and hesitating.

[Basic Shooting Assist Skill (Limited-Time Offer): Automatically integrates upon redemption. Generates an infrared assist line when the host is aiming, helping the host aim at the target faster and better, and providing real-time adjustment instructions.]

Exchange Price: 10000 points.

[Note: This skill only provides aiming assistance; shooting accuracy still depends on the user's gun-holding stability.]

[If your aim is unstable, your support skills are useless.]

Infrared auxiliary line.

I often saw him when I was playing games; he was practically a sniper rifle's best friend.

But how could that be possible in reality?

Reality?

If a system exists in reality, then what is impossible?

The premise is that the position of the gunner is stable enough.

He understands that; after all, you can't make a good dish no matter how many ingredients you have without a pot.

He looked at his arm.

The same applies to shooting; if the muzzle swings like a pendulum, even the aiming lines won't save you.

Wu Hanfeng gritted his teeth.

"This is it," he thought to himself. "Exchange."

You can't catch a wolf without risking your cub; investing heavily is also for the purpose of improving oneself quickly.

[Confirm redemption of "Basic Shooting Assist Skill"?]

This exchange will consume 10000 Shock Points.

"confirm."

[Exchange successful! Congratulations, host, you have obtained the "Basic Shooting Assist Skill"!]

[The skills have been automatically integrated; the host will automatically trigger the auxiliary effect when aiming with a gun.]

Wu Hanfeng waited for a moment, but his body showed no change.

Blink, and nothing new appears in front of you.

"That's it? Why didn't I feel anything this time?"

[Integration complete. The auxiliary effects will automatically trigger when the host aims a weapon; they will be imperceptible in normal situations.]

[Please experience this for yourself during live-fire exercises.]

Wu Hanfeng nodded and closed the system panel.

Just as he was about to leave, he heard a series of ghostly wails coming from the other side of the clothes drying area.

"Where are my pants? Which son of a bitch took my stuff?"

Zhao Yihang shouted angrily with a sullen face.

"My liberation shoes are gone too? Which bastard dared to steal from me?!"

Qian Kun also shouted anxiously.

Wu Hanfeng said with a smile as he walked, "That's normal."

The two turned around abruptly and found that Wu Hanfeng was actually there.

"Normal? Brother Feng, how can stealing be normal? That's called moral depravity! My only pair of training pants that I can wear has been stolen. What am I supposed to wear to training this afternoon? I can't exactly go in my underwear, can I?" Zhao Yihang said, looking aggrieved.

Qian Kun: "Brother Feng, I've lost my shoes too. I only brought two pairs with me, and I lost one pair. I can't keep wearing this one pair."

Wu Hanfeng chuckled lightly: "You guys are still too young."

"None of your things were lost; they were simply moved away through a mediation process."

Zhao Yihang looked bewildered: "The coordinator left? What does that mean?"

Qian Kun: "Which department handles coordination?"