Before leaving, Chen Feng did not forget to absorb all the ten pieces of iron ore stored under the table.
Get one hundred basic materials.
These iron ores can be sold for hundreds of yuan each in the market, and Chen Feng wouldn't be able to afford them if the school didn't provide them for free.
Chen Feng brought the newly built probability pistol to the shooting range of the training base.
There are other students in the class doing practical training courses here.
Unlike logistics professions, attack or auxiliary professions need wider space to display their fists.
At the same time, there is a certain degree of danger in the process of getting familiar with the abilities, which requires strict supervision by on-site teachers.
"Teacher Wu, the head teacher asked me to come."
Wu Gang is the teacher responsible for leading the combat profession in Class 8 of the third year, and he is also a powerful awakener who has reached level 12.
"Did Lao Qin ask you to come?"
Wu Gang looked at Chen Feng with some confusion.
Didn't Chen Feng awaken to the logistics profession? Why did he come to the shooting range?
"Target position three, you can use it."
Chen Feng nodded and walked over, taking out the forged pistol from the system warehouse.
"Hey, hey, hey! Chen Feng, what are you doing!"
Wu Gang was shocked when he saw this, and in the blink of an eye he grabbed Chen Feng's right hand.
Chen Feng explained: "Teacher Wu, this is the weapon I made."
"Did you build it?"
Wu Gang winked with his left eye and his right eye, with the words disbelief etched on his face.
"It's not a toy gun, is it?"
He took the pistol and looked at it.
Good guy, it’s actually a weapon!
"My dear, Chen Feng, what kind of luck do you have? How can any LV1 awakened person be able to forge weapons just by coming up?"
"It's a pity," he quickly put away his smile, "probabilistic weapons are of little use."
Wu Gang returned the pistol to Chen Feng.
"Come on, even though it's an E-level profession, you can still find your own direction as long as you work hard."
After he encouraged Chen Feng, he patted him on the shoulder, and then walked to target position No. 4 next to him to instruct other students.
Each target position has a practice pistol provided by the school, which is very powerful.
It's no wonder Wu Gang was startled when Chen Feng suddenly took out a serious pistol.
Arriving at target position No. 3, Chen Feng adjusted the distance of the target to thirty meters.
Then select the appropriate type of bullet from the bullet box and load the magazine.
One advantage of creating a logistics class is that they can roughly understand how to use the weapon after using the blueprint to create the weapon.
This ability is absolutely abnormal for other professions and saves a lot of learning costs.
It's a pity that logistics professionals don't need to use weapons at all. They only need to be responsible for manufacturing and repairing.
Load the gun, raise the gun, and aim in one go.
Then the trigger was pulled.
The slight recoil of the bullet ejecting from the chamber is transmitted to the arm and shoulder.
There was a ding.
It was the sound of a warhead hitting an alloy iron target and bouncing off.
In order to extend the use time of the target, the school specially used special grade alloy steel to make the target.
Ordinary pistol bullets can only leave a shallow mark on it.
Three rings.
His grades were poor, but that was not Chen Feng's concern.
He moved the target in front of him and looked carefully.
The shot just now only left a pimple-sized bullet mark on the target surface, and its power was limited.
There should also be no triggering effect of probabilistic weapons.
Then Chen Feng adjusted the target back to thirty meters, aimed the gun again and pulled the trigger.
Still a crisp tinkling sound.
Chen Feng did not put down his pistol, but continued shooting.
The crisp sound of bullets being bounced off the alloy iron target echoed rhythmically in my ears.
Just after Chen Feng pulled the trigger for the sixth time in a row, a more obvious sound came out.
I saw that the alloy iron target, which was as stable as a mountain, actually shook.
[Probability to trigger, effect to activate, penetration doubled]
System prompts come one after another.
Chen Feng frowned and fired another bullet. This time there was no beep.
Pulling back the target, I saw a small gap left on the bumpy target surface.
The shot that just triggered the probability penetrated the iron target.
"good."
Ten bullets will trigger the effect once, which is simply a fantasy compared to the 2 in 10,000 chance of this weapon.
Logically speaking, we should continue to test it to see if it is really bad luck.
But for Chen Feng, ten samples are enough.
When buying scratch tickets in the past, he only needed to scratch ten to roughly determine whether the so-called grand prize was a gimmick.
"but......"
Chen Feng lowered his head and looked at the ordinary pistol in his hand and thought.
"Can the probabilistic weapon I created achieve this effect when used by others?"
Curious if his good fortune would be passed on to the creation, he set his sights on the open range on the other side.
"Teacher Wu, I'm going to the open shooting range to take a look."
"be safe."
Wu Gang was still instructing the students in front of him at this time. He just said something and let Chen Feng pass.
It wasn't until Chen Feng left that he remembered that Chen Feng had completed the test firing.
He came to target position No. 3 out of curiosity.
After taking a quick look at the bullet casings scattered on the ground, he confirmed: "Did you only use ten bullets?"
While muttering, Wu Gang moved the alloy iron target in front of him.
Then his pupils trembled, and his eyes were fixed on a gap at the sixth ring of the target.
"Did I remember it wrong?"
Wu Gang clearly remembered that the target at target position 3 was not damaged earlier.
In other words, unless a student with a firearms profession takes advantage of his inattention and continuously fires at the same location, it is impossible for the firearms provided by the school to penetrate the alloy iron target.
Wu Gang turned his head and looked in the direction where Chen Feng left.
"Guigui, it shouldn't be him, right?"
...
Before the opening of the shooting range.
Some students from Grade 3 and Grade 8 who have completed basic training and mastered basic professional characteristics and abilities are practicing freely.
Under the organization of the squad leader and the disciplinary committee, a competition between classmates is going on.
"Awesome, is this the destructive power of the B-level profession [Fire Mage]? Even the dummy was burned down."
"Don't brag about me. The [Swordsman] is still very powerful. He split the dummy in half with just one sword strike."
"That's different. You're explosive."
The two classmates seemed to be in a tie.
"The next group is Wang Xin and Liu Xiaotong."
The eyes of the students were all fixed on Wang Xin.
As the only genius in the class who has awakened to the SS-level profession, everyone wants to see what kind of intensity he can unleash.
But at this time, Su Moxi, who was cheering for Wang Xin, noticed Chen Feng walking towards him.
"Chen Feng? Why do you, a logistics worker, come here?"
Su Moxi's voice attracted the attention of the people next to her, and everyone looked at her with a mixture of weirdness and laughter in their eyes.
Chen Feng ignored her.
This made Su Moxi feel very uncomfortable.
This Chen Feng would have greeted me warmly when they met him before, and the whole class knew this.
Now it feels a little uncomfortable to treat yourself like air.
"Chen Feng, what are you here for?"
Su Moxi asked after him.
At this time, Chen Feng walked straight to the sidelines and patted Gu Sisi, who was squatting on the ground and drawing circles on the sand with his fingers.
Gu Sisi raised her head and looked at Chen Feng blankly.
The two did not say hello.
Chen Feng took out the pistol from the warehouse and handed it to her.
"Try shooting a magazine."
Gu Sisi nodded and stood up immediately.
