The spring is bright and the battle field is on the shooting range.
Bang bang bang!
The three men stood on the shooting lane not far apart, holding guns with both hands and pulling the triggers frantically.
The bullet casing fell to the ground, and the muzzle of the gun shot up with flames. The flames burned and emitted white smoke, dyeing the nearby area white.
After a while, the gunfire stopped.
Dean put down the empty pistol, glanced at the hostage target fifteen meters away, and nodded with satisfaction.
Fifteen shots were fired, twelve shots hit the robber's head, and three shots hit the robber's neck and shoulders. It was perfect!
With his newly upgraded level 3 shooting skills and a perception close to 13, he is already considered a little sharpshooter!
He looked at the system again.
Half a month has passed since the funeral. At the beginning of March, there has been progress in various attributes.
Dean Lu
Character level: 3 (300/400)
Age: 18
Physical fitness: 15.6
Strength: 12.4→12.5
Sensitivity: 13.7
Perception: 12.9
Spirit: 16
Will: 13.3→13.4
Specialties: Intermediate Iron Man, Beginner Supernatural Hunter
Ability: 5/6
Fighting lv2(197→203/300)
Shooting lv3(1→3/400)
Shadow of the Past lv1(87→117/200)
Red Dragon Meditation lv2 (45→75/300)
Mimicry lv1 (4→20/200)
System ability: God's perspective lv2: range 20 meters.
…
Red Dragon Meditation is indeed very useful. Even if the mental and will imbalance is serious, after Dean practiced hard for half a month, the chattering "North" finally stopped temporarily, and his inhuman physical attributes began to slowly increase.
Fascinating.
He mostly meditates at home whenever he has free time.
Attention returns to the shooting range.
Dean turned to look at the big man's target,
"Thirteen of the fifteen shots hit the vital point, which is more accurate than me."
"Of course, you can't live as long as a dog at your age, not even a brat like you who has practiced for less than a year."
Paquet turned around and glanced at Rust, who was on the far right. The new shooter was staring at his target, his eyebrows twisted up like a caterpillar.
Fifteen shots were fired, five of which hit the ground and the air, and nine of which hit the hostage, the first of which hit the hostage's head.
Paquet smiled happily, "Don't be discouraged, Rust, I will teach you a lesson to turn defeat into victory - kidnappers, listen up, I have killed the hostage, surrender quickly or I will kill you too."
Rust's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.
Dean glared at Paqui dissatisfiedly and encouraged his companion,
"You at least hit the kidnapper with one shot. As a newcomer, you are very good. You should have inherited some of your father's police talent."
"Am I really talented?" Rust's face softened slightly, stroking the cold pistol.
"Of course, if you practice for another half a year, it will be no problem for self-protection." Dean comforted his friend. During the past half month, Rust followed him and his uncle for shooting training every day. He gradually got out of the shadow of his mother's death, but he was obviously not as good as before. Lively and cheerful, often sullen, like a philosopher.
"Today's practice is almost over, let's go have lunch!" Dean greeted, and the three of them left the shooting range and entered the parking lot.
Next to the familiar Bronco, there is a DeLorean DMC-12 with a silver-white aluminum alloy body and full of futuristic technology.
During the last time he helped Rust find his mother, Paquet test-drove a car that was sunk at the bottom of a lake by casino broker Tegan Ferland, and he couldn't forget it.
So Dean spent about 26,000 dollars to buy a car of the same model and gave it to Paquet as a means of transportation back home.
…
The four of us found a Chinese restaurant in the strip.
"After this meal, it's almost time for me to set off in the afternoon." Paquet grabbed the braised pork ribs with both hands and chewed until his mouth was full of oil, without caring about the image, "Jacob, Tangya, and Andre have already said hello. , if you have any trouble, ask them for help.”
"How many more days?" Dean didn't say anything. Instead, Rust put down his chopsticks and sounded a little nervous. During this time, the Indian man took good care of him and prepared "nutritious and delicious" food for him every day. Meal, as if he were a nephew.
This was a novel and unforgettable experience for Rust, who had lacked father's love since he was a child, not to mention that the other party also helped him find his mother.
In fact, the big Indian man had quite strong opinions against most white people and the police, but he also felt a strange sense of satisfaction in being able to make a white boy respect and worship him.
"I can't wait to go back and have a drink with some old friends." The big man lowered his head and sipped a sip of chicken noodle soup, squinting his eyes comfortably, "The town of Hawkins in Indiana is not too far from Las Vegas, so it won't be too rough. Across the east and west coasts, if you have time, you can go find me there. Or let Dean take you for a ride."
"But I'm not here. Don't let your wrestling skills fall behind. I'll test you next time we meet."
Rust's hand holding the chopsticks twitched when he heard this, and he immediately moved it behind his butt to cover it.
Dean was somewhat gloating that Paquette couldn't beat him in wrestling, so he focused his attention and focus on the more talented Rust. During this period of time, he almost broke the little man's ass with hard sparring every night.
"By the way, after I leave, remember to coax Britney back." Paques patted the boy's shoulder with a serious voice, "Although there is no bitch anywhere in the world, she is an exception and a perfect marriage partner. , if you miss it, it will be difficult to get it again.”
Rust lowered his head when he heard this. Since he decided to give up the great future of the University of Arizona, he instead prepared to enter the police academy.
The good girl Britney, who had always been gentle and sweet, became sulky. She didn't talk to Rust for half a month and ignored him when they met.
"Well, I owe Britney a lot and I'm going to ask for her forgiveness."
…
After a hearty lunch.
Paquet returned home and put on his brand-new blue suit, black sunglasses, and a low-key luxury dual-display watch. He was tall, tall, high-spirited, and had a smile. If he was holding a cigar, he would be inlaid with two or more diamonds. Gold teeth are a perfect nouveau riche.
"Don't save me money to buy a big house when you go back." Dean winked at his uncle, "Save me a room."
After the Red Dragon Club, Dean had fought side by side with his uncle, so he no longer kept secrets.
He directly disposed of the one hundred standard gold bars that he found from Leighton Stone's old house to Paquet, and exchanged them for 150,000 dollars in cash, and bought 100,000 dollars for Paquet to buy a house.
After all, there is a house in Indiana where Dean can go to avoid the limelight if he does something wrong in the future.
Dean kept the remaining 50,000 yuan for himself. After deducting various expenses during this period, his personal savings still amounted to 130,000 yuan.
"You also remember my words, don't play with fire just because you have some strength. I don't want to see a nephew with missing arms and legs." Pacquiao put his arm around Dean's shoulders, thinking of the Gray he brought home last time. Qin, "By the way, your current girlfriend is pretty good. She is beautiful, has long breasts, thighs, and a perky ass. She also has a straightforward personality. You can consider having a few children with her, and then marry someone with yellow skin."
"I'm still young and haven't had enough fun." Dean glared at the big, rough face with a hint of meanness and shook his head with a smile, "Hurry up and find an aunt for me. I'm going to travel to Hawkins after graduation. It's a must. Seeing future cousins born.”
"Get lost! It's only a few months from March to July. How can you ask a normal woman to give birth to a child? Are you asking me to marry a sow?"
…
The two "cared" about each other for a while, and Paquet hugged the skinny Rust and educated him for a long time.
Then he got into the DeLorean and stretched out the car window with his muscular left hand.
Boom, the car starts.
Rust withdrew his reluctant eyes and looked at Dean,
"By the way, Baker invites everyone to have dinner at his house tonight."
"I can't go for the time being, so you go ahead and coax Britney some more."
"Why do I feel like you are acting worse than me these days? You have refused to go to several invitations. What are you worried about? Are you avoiding them on purpose? Don't you want to be friends with them?"
"No way, I just have some personal matters to be busy with," Dean shook his head and smiled, "Bring me a message tonight. When the spring break is over, I will treat everyone to a meal."
(End of chapter)
