Ke Xue: He mastered the steel-cutting divine skill at the start.

Masao Kawasaki took a step forward and said, "Mr. Miyazaki, I'm willing to try!"

Upon seeing Kawasaki Masao, Miyazaki Yu also revealed a slight smile.

This guy seems quiet and unassuming, but he is actually the most competitive of the three. His pursuit of power surpasses that of ordinary people, so he was the first one, and he is no exception.

"Very good, but now I want to conduct a small experiment."

He then led them to another training ground, where more than ten targets had already been set up. Vermouth was already waiting for them there.

"That brat is so secretive. I wonder what kind of trick he's up to."

Vermouth thought to herself, but in just a few days, her subordinates' strength had improved so much that she was starting to envy them.

They even secretly recorded their training sessions and slowly studied them, learning quite a bit in the process.

"However, this little guy has a variety of tricks up his sleeve, so maybe he really has come up with a good method."

Miyazaki Yu had Kawasaki Masao stand 30 meters away from the target. This distance is already terrifying for the average person. For most knife-throwing enthusiasts, hitting the target within 10 meters is already considered very good.

Even among professional athletes, only a very small number can hit a target from 30 meters away, which requires extremely high wrist strength and accuracy.

Miyazaki Yu reached out and placed his hand on Kawasaki Masao's shoulder.

"Now you begin throwing knives at target number one!"

Kawasaki Masao didn't ask any more questions, because just now, he had felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, like an electric current passing through his body, but this feeling...

They come quickly and go quickly, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

This must be Miyazaki Hayao's work, but we don't know what its specific purpose is.

So he immediately began throwing knives at the target thirty meters away, just as he had instructed.

"Thud—Missed the target!"

"Throw it again!"

"Thud—Missed the target!"

"Throw it again!"

"The Third Ring Road!"

"Missed the target again!"

For someone who isn't good at throwing knives, throwing a target is like shooting a basketball hoop—the results are extremely inconsistent. Even for professional players, their touch can fluctuate.

So a full hour has passed, and Kawasaki Masao's accuracy is still extremely limited, but he has missed the target much less.

This left the people watching around them somewhat puzzled, especially Vermouth, who couldn't understand the point of Miyazaki Yu's actions.

Just then, Kawasaki Masao threw another knife, and this time he was extremely lucky, hitting the bullseye directly.

"Ten rings!"

Kawasaki Masao couldn't help but smile; he had also exhausted a lot of his energy in the past hour.

Now that the results were finally in, he was naturally overjoyed.

Miyazaki Yu also smiled. He had grasped the change in that instant. With the accumulation of hundreds of times before, he had found the muscle contraction range when the opponent's touch was at its best!

Whether it's the feel of playing ball or the feeling of other movements, it's really just about the active state of muscles and blood circulation. People who have warmed up properly have a clear advantage when running compared to those who just start running right away, and they are also less likely to get injured.

Miyazaki Yu's goal is to use bioelectricity to help another person reach a state of maximum excitement, and then use stimulation and guidance to make them develop muscle memory, allowing them to directly memorize a movement through their body!

"Again!"

Just now, Kawasaki Masao felt a sharp pain again, followed by a heat in his body, as if he had returned to the moment when he threw that ten-ring dagger.

Grip the knife, gather your strength, aim, and throw!

All four movements were performed in one smooth motion!

He threw another knife, which transformed into a streak of light and instantly and firmly embedded itself in the target!

Another perfect bullseye!

Chapter 221 Gin Comes Knocking

"how is this possible?"

Vermouth and the other two stared wide-eyed!

Hitting the bullseye the first time could be considered a coincidence, but the chances of hitting it the second time are extremely low. It took more than an hour and only one shot was hit.

The chances of hitting the target a second time are probably about the same as the first time. After all, with only a short period of practice, there's no way the skill level could be significantly improved.

It's like practicing calligraphy; even if you practice until your hands cramp up all day, you won't see much improvement.

But this is only the beginning.

Kawasaki Masao charged up again and threw a throwing knife. This time, he hit the bullseye again!

Then it was unstoppable. As if divinely inspired, Kawasaki Masao hit the bullseye more than ten times in a row.

It was as if he had mastered the code to launch the throwing knife; as long as he pressed the code, he could successfully hit the bullseye. The feel for the knife was no longer a factor affecting his accuracy.

Even Kawasaki Masao himself was staring at his hands in disbelief.

Every time he made a move, a voice in his mind told him that as long as he threw the knife, it would definitely hit the target!

It's a smooth, effortless feeling, like the feeling of being proficient in karate. Before even facing an opponent, you can sense the outcome just by shaking hands.

I never expected that a similar feeling would occur when throwing knives; it's truly unbelievable.

Vermouth and the others stared blankly at the scene before them, as if it were a myth.

Vermouth asked impatiently, "What exactly happened? How did you do that?"

Miyazaki Yu smiled slightly and said, "This is a secret, but it also confirms my guess. It seems that my method is really effective."

Then he began a new training program. He used this muscle-guided method to help them remember which muscle groups were activated by the force exertion methods, and the most efficient range of application for each muscle group, thus developing the efficiency of muscle power utilization to a completely different level.

Although the three people did not know what method Miyazaki Yu had used, they could sense that it was almost beyond the realm of ordinary people.

Previously, no matter how carefully I tried to understand it, I could hardly achieve even half of it. Now, with guidance, I can directly achieve more than 80%.

Some actions that were previously difficult to do are now as easy as eating and drinking.

What's even more terrifying is that the speed and precision they achieved were at an extremely frightening level.

Just like Gula, after his accuracy improved, his sniping range also increased significantly.

His sniping range was originally only about 550 yards, which was already a good result, but there was still a huge gap between him and a truly top-notch sniper.

However, in a short period of time, his sniping range had already increased to 600 yards, a feat that put him on par with the top snipers in the Black Organization.

That means Chianti and Cohen have the same sniping range! Keep in mind that Shuichi Akai's sniping range is only around 700 yards, and his performance still has a lot of room for improvement!

Such a huge improvement even shocked Vermouth, so she joined the training as well. As a result, the originally planned seven-day training was extended to ten days.

At that moment, a black Porsche was speeding toward Vermouth's base.

"Big brother, are we really going to fall out with that woman this time?"

Vodka, who was driving, now had a hint of fear on his usually fierce face.

Now that he knew Gin's purpose, he naturally felt much more apprehensive.

"What are you afraid of? She's just a woman. And this time, I'm just going to give her a warning, not kill her. Even if the BOSS finds out, he won't do anything to me. Besides, this time, the one who broke the taboo is that woman."

"boom--"

A dull thud ripped open the tightly closed villa door. It was a small, portable explosive device that could be attached to the door lock and detonated.

Even the sturdiest door can be destroyed in an instant by the melting process!

This is Vermouth's secret hideout.

The villa covers an area of ​​less than one acre. Apart from a three-story building in the center, there are no other buildings, and it looks very simple.

The moment the main gate was destroyed, alarms sounded throughout the building.

Vermouth's expression changed, and she immediately contacted the personnel in charge of monitoring, which quickly confirmed the identity of the person who came.

"Hmph, Gin is really persistent. Looks like he's come to settle scores with me."

Miyazaki Yu revealed a cold smile: "What a fool! If you're willing, today is his death day. I really like such rare anatomical material."

"what?"

Just moments ago, Sister Bei was raging, but her expression froze.

A silent scream ran through me: "What?! Don't just start dissecting things all the time!"

She calmed down by then. She knew that Gin was also a high-ranking member of the organization. Japan was the place where the organization originated and was a place that the organization valued highly. The organization had arranged for her and Gin to be stationed here, which was a sign of their trust in her.

However, Gin's presence serves as a subtle check on her.

If she kills Gin, it will greatly attract the organization's attention. At that time, the organization might even send Blackwater to take over Japanese affairs, making her life even more difficult.

Therefore, the best approach now is to fight without breaking apart.

In other words, she can fight with Gin, and even attack each other, but she cannot kill the other; this is an ironclad rule of the organization.

Organizations encourage competition among their members, but they cannot allow infighting; otherwise, even the most powerful organization will fall apart.

Gin and Vermouth traveled smoothly without any obstacles, but Gin knew that Vermouth must have discovered their presence when he entered, so he was very careful.

Gin, who was on his way, suddenly felt a sense of dread. He immediately realized that a sniper had been watching him.

He rolled away abruptly, and just as he left his spot, a bullet struck him!

"Ding--"

Vodka reacted quickly, immediately making a feint to dodge, but his reaction was slightly inferior. Just as he bent down, a blade flashed and pierced through his hat. He felt a chill on his scalp as the hat was pinned to the ground by the flying knife.

"What? A throwing knife!"

Vodka, gripping the gun with both hands, looked extremely grim. He was just a hair's breadth away from having his head pierced by that throwing knife!

He then fired several shots in the direction from which the flying knife had come, but after a few shots, the entire corridor was silent, with no response whatsoever.

"Big brother..."

Gin waved to Vodka from around the corner, signaling him to be quiet.