Dean returns home.
Holden's words have been lingering in his mind, echoing over and over again.
"I will personally guide you on how to use your talents and talents legally and compliantly! Let you find the balance between madness and order!"
Dean was deeply troubled.
"NO, being a guinea pig for this insane FBI would be sending a sheep into the tiger's mouth and exposing your own abnormalities!"
Dean is not interested in being the FBI's follower or experiment.
"Come on, Holden is just an ordinary person. He can't see the 'shadow'. As long as he is more careful, he can't detect anything."
There was a little benefit that Dean couldn't refuse.
After these days of private exploration, Dean has gained some insights into the triggering principle of the 'event' authenticated by the system. It is basically impossible to trigger it in ordinary daily life.
But if there is any unknown mystery or death happening around you, it will most likely be triggered.
The FBI and LVPD, who work with various cases all day long, are almost a ready-made "task trigger."
"If you use Holden's channels, you can trigger a large number of 'events' and gain experience and proficiency."
"Examine this job and fully understand the laws, rules and regulations, so that you can better navigate outside the rules in the future."
"If you don't get used to me staying for a while, why don't you get out of here?"
Two incompatible ideas were fighting in his mind. He was temporarily unable to make a decision and suffered from insomnia again.
…
"Man, where did you go yesterday? Everyone searched everywhere and couldn't find you." Early in the morning, Rust and Britney knocked on the door to visit.
"I'm not used to that kind of situation, and I feel very irritable." Dean opened the door with dark circles under his eyes, sat back at the dining table, and invited the two of them to enjoy the mountains of fried eggs, sausages and milk.
Rust sat down opposite him unceremoniously and started eating and drinking, then turned on the TV, "If you hadn't left then, you would have enjoyed the same big star treatment as Caroline!"
Dean shook his head indifferently.
"But I have bad news for you."
Britney joked,
"Caroline is so popular that she signed with the company again. She will travel all over Nevada with the band for a long time, and may only come back once every few months."
Dean swallowed a whole sausage in one gulp, his cheeks puffed out like a squirrel, and there was a trace of relief and satisfaction in his eyes.
"Caroline is able to realize her dream and become a big star, and I'm really happy for her."
"Quiet, watch TV!" Rust reminded, and the two people's attention was attracted.
On the screen, the well-known female host of the morning news, Catherine Medici, was aiming her charming V-shaped deep groove at the local Vegas music star, the gray-haired old man guest.
The latter looked into the ditch calmly.
And the content of the conversation between the two——
"The coquettish hostess is introducing you, man. She praises you as a great hero and savior!" Rust looked at his friend excitedly and proudly, "I can guarantee that you will soon become a well-known star in Vegas. More famous than Caroline!”
"Shet!"
…
It was early June after the memorial service, and Nevada State High School had completely entered into the rhythm of summer vacation.
But some people become extremely busy.
As Britney said, Caroline entered the role of a newcomer in the music industry. Every day she and Good Morning Band and her manager Robert went back and forth between TV stations and shopping malls in Las Vegas, Carson and other Nevada cities to promote, perform, Socializing.
Too busy to see anyone.
And Rust and Britney lived a world of two, going shopping, studying hard to prepare for the SAT exam, and trying to get admission to their favorite university next year.
Dean doesn't want to be a light bulb and allocates his time freely.
But the news about the Lake Mead incident on TV news continued to ferment, which had some substantial impact on his life.
"Hi, Dean!"
A fat old white man on the street greeted him cheerfully. Before him, three strangers had recognized Dean's identity and greeted him warmly. One young Asian boy even asked for his autograph.
…
"Chingchong, a habitual liar!"
Two black kids ran past him on the street and raised their middle fingers.
"Fake hero!"
Dean calmly summoned "Shadow".
The next second, the two ghost cubs who slipped away from him tripped at the same time and fell to the ground face to face!
There was a knocking sound on the forehead that made the gums sore, and several shrill screams.
Blood splattered.
The left one broke his nose, and the right one lost an incisor, lying on the ground wailing, leaving a few pools of dirty blood.
Dean chuckled and strode away.
…
"Morning, Dean!"
Three young girls wearing hot pants and vests, with flowing long hair, showing off their hot bodies, blocked his way.
Dean glanced around and vaguely recognized that they were both members of the school's baseball cheerleading team.
"Are you free during the summer vacation?" The red-haired girl in the center looked at him lovingly, as if she had been secretly in love with him for a long time.
"Is something wrong?" Dean raised his eyebrows. The girls had great figures and were full of energy, but their skin was a bit freckles and their facial features were not exquisite.
"We are going to drive all the way to Santa Monica Beach. We are worried about dangers on the road. You are so good at Chinese kongfu!" the red-haired girl made a coquettish fist-cup gesture, "Would you like to be a flower protector? , set off with us.”
"We will thank you very much and never let you down."
Thanks for the emphasis above.
The three girls puffed out their strong breasts and kept ogling him.
Red, blue, and brown eyes.
The waves are raging below,
Dean accidentally turned on God's perspective, and for a moment he felt dizzy and his nose became hot.
But he is not an animal in heat,
"Sorry, not available."
…
According to the summer vacation plan that he had made long ago, Dean met the bearded Jacob and Tang Ya next door, expressed his gratitude to the other party for visiting him in the hospital many times, and then explained the purpose of his visit.
"Going to the shooting range to practice shooting? I have been waiting for you to say this for a long time. But are you sure your body has recovered?"
Jacob held the pruning shears and asked with concern in his eyes,
Dean flexed his well-developed biceps,
"Don't forget the blood flowing in my body. The injury has healed long ago. Now I want to urgently increase my fighting power."
"You are unlucky, too. Not long ago, you were burglarized and robbed, and then threatened by a gunman. It's time to improve your self-protection capabilities. I can't let your uncle come back to see a scarred nephew."
…
The two drove to the Fighting Fields Shooting Range in South Las Vegas, an outdoor shooting range in the wilderness.
There are actually many items that cost money at the shooting range, including shooting lanes, renting guns, bullets, soundproof earmuffs, and even shooting targets.
But it is still more affordable than buying a gun and bullets for field practice.
Jacob left his driver's license and bank card behind the counter.
The staff took them to choose a gun.
The wide variety of firearms dazzled Dean's eyes, including fully automatic pistols, rifles, and even sniper rifles with brackets.
Dean repeatedly checked the internal structure of the gun from a God's perspective to confirm that it was correct.
By the way, now he has developed the habit of giving a big gift to people or things he is interested in when meeting him - a God's perspective perspective.
Dean rented a Colt M1911A1 with a seven-round magazine that he was most familiar with from among a bunch of training firearms at the shooting range. He spent ten dollars. This gun had been improved and had more sustained firepower.
In addition, he brought the AR-15 he kept at home with him, saving the ten dollars on the rifle rental.
The staff led the two people to the wide shooting lane.
Start giving some basic explanations to newcomer Dean: gun safety, firearms usage regulations, and how to load, unload, and shoot.
"Always aim the muzzle of the gun at the shooting lane, and do not aim it at anyone, including yourself. When not shooting, do not put your finger on the trigger. After shooting, remember to clean the unfired bullets in the barrel."
"Um."
"Hold the gun with both hands, aim at the target, turn on the safety, and pull the trigger. It's very simple, isn't it?"
The staff were concise and to the point, smiling and relaxed, as if they just regarded shooting as a game.
…
Jacob also showed off his shooting skills,
This guy hides his secrets.
The pistol fired almost 100 times within twenty meters, and the rifle could withstand the recoil to maintain a high hit rate. A series of bullet shells flew away with smoke, and the target was torn into pieces in the blink of an eye.
Then he selected a ten-meter chest target for Dean and instructed him to make a standard shooting gesture with a gun held in both hands.
Dean pulled the trigger and used up two seven-round magazines in one go.
Only three shots missed the target, but the number of rings was relatively evenly distributed.
"The accuracy is good, but the shooting is a little slow. But it's not like your uncle said he has never touched a gun."
Jacob's beard trembled with surprise,
"A few shots at Lake Mead..."
Dean closed his eyes and thought about it.
Compared to practicing shooting against "Shadow" in the wild some time ago, his shooting accuracy has also slightly improved.
As his proficiency grew, he became accustomed to the recoil of the Colt.
And after each shot, the Lv0 shooting skill will give him a slightly different feeling, allowing him to unconsciously slightly correct the next shot.
"You have talent. If you practice more, you can consider becoming a bodyguard or becoming a COP in the future, but don't join the army."
"Now, change to the fifteen-meter target."
Dean spent the entire morning at the shooting range.
He lost count of how many magazines he had emptied, and he had experienced this many times with both pistols and rifles.
Every time after shooting two magazines, I would sit down and rest for a while to relieve the soreness in my wrists.
In the last half day, my shooting proficiency increased by 4 points, reaching lv0 (54/100).
His pistol shooting results are pretty good, with a 70% hit rate on targets within 20 meters. As for the number of rings, the fluctuations are very large.
But the rifle was much worse because of the recoil problem, and he didn't like such a heavy guy.
In the afternoon, he endured the soreness and continued to practice shooting.
"Man, good technique!"
A man in a white short-shirt, with a strong build and distinctive German features on his face came over.
Dean took off his sound-isolating headphones and emptied the bullets from the gun's chamber, looking puzzled.
"I am the boss of the struggle field, Luca Andres." The man waved to Jacob behind Dean, "I am also a good friend of your uncle Paque and Jacob. I have heard about you. Yes. Well done. You are a real man and a well-deserved hero."
The man gave him a thumbs up,
"As a Las Vegas native, I would like to thank you for your contribution to my hometown. For the next year, the fighting field will be free to you in all directions, anytime, with any gun, as you like! As long as you Agree to take a photo with me."
"You are too generous, so I accept it."
Dean decisively agreed. After this morning's experience, he already understood the benefits of the shooting range. He didn't have to hide and shoot in the wild, and he would never be short of bullets.
The efficiency of improving proficiency is much higher than training alone. You can get five or six points every day, and within half a month, your shooting level will be up!
And by eliminating the shooting range fees, you can save thousands of dollars a month!
"Come on, man, let's take a photo!" Andres smiled.
…
Time passes with regular training.
Close to ten days.
Dean spent time at the shooting range from morning to night, relying on his iron man's strong resilience to perform devilish shooting training.
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
The sound of bullets piercing the air.
Dean held Colt tightly with both hands and fired three times.
Twenty-five meters away, three small bullet holes exploded in the chest of the human-shaped mark erected on the ground.
You use a Colt M1911A1 and hit the heart of the target at twenty-five meters.
Proficiency +1, (99/100→100/100)
Upgrade?
confirm!
Shooting lv0→lv1(0/200)
Some of your attributes have been enhanced.
Sensitivity: 11.6→12.1
Perception: 9→10
Dean lay down in front of the shooting lane with his eyes closed, breathing rapidly and his body shaking slightly.
Didi!
A line of sweat dripped down his forehead onto the dry sand.
He felt a strange energy gushing out from deep inside his body, swimming through the tendons, fascia, and ligaments of his hands and feet, like a group of miniature repair robots patrolling the body, working, numbingly, to repair, lengthen, and strengthen his fascia. , tendons, ligaments.
The energy finally flows through the eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and tongue, which represent the five senses.
That feeling of comfort.
Dean seemed to take a deep breath of wind oil essence, and the refreshing coolness penetrated through countless pores in his body.
He was so ecstatic that he almost lost consciousness.
Two minutes later.
Dean took a long breath, stood up straight with sweating profusely, opened his eyes, and looked at the target in the distance.
My eyesight, which was slightly myopic due to studying hard, has completely returned to normal.
It's amazing.
The target that was a little blurry two minutes ago has become clearly visible with every bullet hole, like looking through a telescope...
Dean turned and looked around.
The faint smell of gunpowder and body sweat surged in the air, and insects crawled and rustled in the grass behind them.
My skin felt like it was coming to life, and I was keenly aware of the hot air of early summer in Las Vegas constantly blowing over the back of my hands and neck.
A little bit of a perception boost.
Take Dean to a whole new level.
Vision, hearing, smell, touch, and taste are all enhanced.
Indirectly affects attack and dodge.
Indescribable intuition should also be enhanced.
Dean clicked the joints of his hands and feet, jumped on the spot a few times, then put his left foot on the ground, raised his right leg to nearly horizontal, and slowly squatted down with his left leg. A Yongchun squat was easy and comfortable.
After several difficult balancing movements, he clearly felt that his body had become lighter and his balance had also improved.
This is the effect of increased sensitivity.
As for the response speed related to sensitivity, it is not yet clear.
"Fighting upgrade, strength, physique, and agility are all increased by 0.5."
"The shooting is upgraded, the sensitivity is 0.5, and the perception can be improved by 1 point."
"The two skills have completely different focuses, but the total attributes they improve are both 1.5, covering the four attributes of strength, physique, agility, and perception."
"And the Shadow of the Past upgrade can improve mental attributes."
"So now I lack a skill that can improve the attribute of will, but the effect of will is not obvious, so there is no need to worry for the time being."
Dean reloaded Colt's magazine while absorbing the vast amount of knowledge about firearms and shooting that gurgled in his mind after the shooting upgrade.
Most pistols, a few rifles, shotguns...tracer bullets, armor-piercing bullets and various bullets...
Basic Weaver shooting, Mozambique shooting…
absorb.
Then it settles into the back of my mind.
When used, it will be instinctively armed into the body.
His current level is probably equivalent to five or six months of continuous pistol shooting?
Dean thought about it and learned it now. He leaned forward to hold the gun with both hands, slightly bent his elbow joints, pulled his right shoulder back, pushed the gun forward with his right hand, and gently wrapped the knuckles of his right hand with his left hand and pulled it back. , take a small step back with your right foot and turn your body sideways about 30 to 45 degrees...
"boom!"
The wrist vibrates.
The muzzle is raised slightly.
Bullets flew out of the dust.
A small hole opened in the center of the head target that suddenly stood up twenty meters away.
"Hit the bull's-eye, ten rings!"
Dean rubbed his wrist with satisfaction and looked at the sky. The sun was setting in the west, and the sky was covered with a layer of gorgeous fire clouds.
Fighting and shooting have been upgraded to lv1.
I feel more confident in my heart.
"Tomorrow is the right time to talk to Holden."
