Chapter 305: 237, that’s too much.

“You really never touched a gun before?” Lao Liu asked suddenly, looking at the target paper 50 meters away.

A 50-meter target was considered a standard distance for handguns. Some people liked to practice quick-draw techniques at 100 meters, but Lao Liu knew that in most combat encounters, 50 meters was absolutely sufficient. Beyond that distance, it was necessary to switch to an automatic rifle for fire suppression.

“Touched it,” Qing Chen said while changing the magazine, “When I was a child, my father kept a handgun for self-defense. I pawned it later.”

Lao Liu realized at that moment that when Qing Chen first used firearms, even changing magazines was awkward for him. But after changing three magazines, he suddenly became as proficient as a veteran.

Qing Chen finished another magazine and then looked at Lao Liu, “Brother Liu, could you take apart this handgun for me to see?”

Lao Liu thought about it and with a few casual flicks of his skilled fingers, he disassembled the Gray Fox-012 standard-issue Federation Army handgun.

Qing Chen closed his eyes to recall for a second and very deftly reassembled the Gray Fox-012, then took it apart again.

He repeatedly disassembled and reassembled it, and by the third time, he was as fast as an old soldier in the Federation Army.

Lao Liu scratched the back of his head; he suddenly realized that no matter what the other party learned, by the third time, he became extraordinarily proficient.

In fact, he had grown suspicious because their investigations had shown that Qing Chen was someone who had no experience with firearms. Yet, the abilities the young man displayed now completely contradicted the investigation.

Thus, Lao Liu had reasons to suspect that Qing Chen might have falsified his past identity and concealed his real identity to come to serve by Chang Qing’s side.

But Lao Liu also felt that something was amiss. What kind of undercover would expose themselves right after entering the Ban Shan Manor? Probably only a fool would do that!

Therefore, compared to the previous guess, he instead felt that Qing Chen was more likely eager to prove himself, then to handle the sniper rifle.

Lao Liu and his group had completely uncovered Qing Chen’s past identity, and further investigations seemed pointless.

They could only confirm through other aspects.

However, Lao Liu’s duty was to protect Li Changqing’s safety, and some matters had to be confirmed, “Brother Qing Chen, I need to confirm some things. Don’t take it to heart. Being cautious is right when working by the boss’s side.”

“Understood,” Qing Chen nodded.

At that moment, Qing Chen had already made a decision. He stayed with the Li Family initially because of certain circumstances that made Li Changqing favor him.

But now, he didn’t really want to devote himself to such trivial matters; he needed to prove his own strength.

Lao Liu simply took Qing Chen to the archery range and said, “This place is usually for the young ones to learn archery. Bodyguards don’t come here. I saw your hands are very steady. You can hit the bullseye with any gun after three shots. If you can calculate the trajectory and pull the bow like you handle guns, we will let this matter go.”

Nowadays, there are many who can handle guns, few who can handle bows… even fewer have even seen a bow!

Guns are a weapon for saving lives; bows are a toy for the nobility.

Lao Liu said, “Brother Liu won’t make it difficult for you. Bows are definitely harder than guns. For a 50-meter archery target, if you can hit it on the third try, we won’t pursue this matter further. Moreover, you can use my quota at the shooting range in the future, for whatever guns or bullets. My quota is much larger than most, and outside, a single sniper bullet costs hundreds of dollars.”

“Okay,” Qing Chen nodded lightly, casually picking a curved-bow from the rack.

Lao Liu also grabbed one, “I’ll demonstrate once how to set the bow and release the arrow, the rest is up to you.”

As he spoke, he drew the bow and released, the slender arrow whistling to hit the bullseye.

Qing Chen looked at Lao Liu in surprise, never expecting that this security head for Li Changqing was a polymath proficient in many skills.

“Hehe,” Lao Liu laughed seeing his expression, “You don’t need to envy me, it’s just practice.”

Qing Chen mimicked Lao Liu’s actions and shot an arrow straight away.

The arrow twisted in the air, arching lightly before falling outside the target.

However, Qing Chen didn’t ponder over it much. He pulled out another arrow from the quiver, his fingers lightly touching the bowstring as he pulled it back, his hands steadied without a tremor, holding his breath, his torso stopped moving altogether.

With a whoosh, the arrow shot forth again.

At that moment, Lao Liu distinctly felt a change in Qing Chen’s aura, something indescribable, like a person having everything under control.

With a thud, Qing Chen’s second arrow hit the target.

Lao Liu was left dumbfounded. Hitting a target from 50 meters with a bow was much harder than with firearms, because bullets travel straight within 50 meters, but arrows do not.

Then Lao Liu noticed another detail, Qing Chen slightly leaned forward while drawing the bow, an action that wasn’t exactly standard but was very similar to Lao Liu’s own, due to a lame leg.

But Lao Liu corrected it quickly, “Your posture is a bit off, you should lean back a bit more to stabilize. I do it like this because of my lame leg, you shouldn’t copy this…”

“I wondered why it felt a bit awkward,” Qing Chen muttered, then pulled the bow and released another arrow, only to see the third arrow securely nail the bullseye.

Not only that, but Qing Chen smoothly drew and released the bow, firing seven more arrows in succession, each one hitting the bullseye.

Qing Chen looked at Lao Liu, “Practice makes perfect.”

Old Six: “…”

This time, he truly believed that Qing Chen could master firearms so quickly because of his exceptional talent.

“I mean what I say. From now on, you can use my quota any time you come to the shooting range. Even if you use up every month’s quota, I won’t even frown; if I do, I’m no man,” Old Six murmured with a trace of pain.

“So can I go practice with sniper rifles now?” Qing Chen asked.

“Yes,” Old Six sighed, “Once you’re familiar with the regular firearms, I’ll take you. Although you learn fast, don’t reach too far. Ordinary people use regular firearms much more often than sniper rifles.”

“Thanks, Brother Six,” Qing Chen genuinely thanked him. He had realized that Old Six was not a bad person and had not intentionally made things difficult for him.

And Old Six thought to himself, was this young man always so composed?

He recalled last night’s boxing match. Yes, the young man who defeated a Land Cruise Grade fighter in the Octagon cage definitely had strong mental fortitude.

Moreover, Old Six had earlier thought that Qing Chen joining the security team was just for show, as security and boxing were different.

But now, the opponent was about to overcome his weakness in firearms.

Old Six, recalling the hardships he had endured during his own firearms training, thought to himself that the differences between people in this world were indeed massive.

He took Qing Chen back to the firearms area: “Have a look yourself. Let me know what you need.”

“Brother Six, could you let me try all the firearms and also arrange for five magazines for each gun?” Qing Chen requested.

Since Old Six had said he needed to be familiar with all regular firearms before touching a sniper rifle, he would show him just that.

Old Six was shocked: “Although I have a lot of quota, isn’t this a bit too wasteful?”

“It’s not a waste,” Qing Chen shook his head, “It’s indeed necessary.”

Following that, Old Six had someone bring over two racks of firearms, which were fully stocked with various types.

Qing Chen took each gun, pulled the trigger, and silently calculated something in his mind.

Since today was a weekday, there were not many security personnel training at the venue. Several staff members, including Old Six, simply helped him load the magazines.

Qing Chen, like a dispassionate shooting machine, kept firing despite his palms being sore from the recoil without stopping.

Gradually, the ground around Qing Chen was littered with a layer of shell casings, too numerous to count.

The staff occasionally glanced at him, thinking this new face must be wasting ammunition.

However, since Qing Chen was using Old Six’s quota, they couldn’t really say anything.

As per usual practice, ordinary bodyguards did not have the authority to allocate so much ammunition and firearms.

In the meantime, Old Six began feeling something was off and sat off to the side, silently observing Qing Chen while loading shiny yellow bullets into magazines.

Just then, after Qing Chen had tried more than thirty handguns, Old Six suddenly stood up and said to him, “Close your eyes.”

Qing Chen calmly closed his eyes.

Old Six casually took a handgun from the rack and fired at the target.

The staff watched in surprise, not understanding what Old Six was up to.

Suddenly, Old Six asked, “What gun am I using?”

Qing Chen calmly replied, “Red River-021, 7.62mm caliber, 12 rounds per magazine.”

Old Six then switched to another and pulled the trigger, “What about now?”

“Desert-001, 5.42mm caliber, 17 rounds per magazine.”

Old Six switched handguns four more times, and Qing Chen could accurately name the firearms just from the sound of the gunfire.

The staff were shocked. If Old Six wasn’t putting on an act with this young man, then it was truly terrifying.

Old Six had just explained to them that this new shooter had never handled firearms before today, yet now he could recognize them just by the sound.

At this moment, Old Six resolved his doubts: “Were you memorizing these things just now?”

“Yes,” Qing Chen nodded, “Brother Six, you said to get familiar with regular firearms, and I think you’re absolutely right. In real combat, being able to identify the firearms can give you a clear idea of the enemy’s effective firing range and how many rounds are in their standard magazine, allowing you to calculate their magazine changing time.”

On the battlefield, being calculated for magazine changing time is a very scary thing, and those who have truly been in battle know that this time is called a ‘firepower vacuum period,’ which is the most dangerous moment for anyone.

Old Six was somewhat speechless. He thought to himself, I told you to get familiar with how to use the regular firearms, not to memorize them to this extent!

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