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Chapter 142: The Law Must Not Be Imparted Lightly (Please Subscribe, Favorite, and Vote for Monthly Ticket)

Chapter 142: Chapter 142: The Law Must Not Be Imparted Lightly (Please Subscribe, Favorite, and Vote for Monthly Ticket)

The shooting event is a simple one, divided into two rounds, the first is indoor pistol shooting at stationary targets,

Clearly, this basic target practice doesn’t showcase the competitors’ shooting abilities. In fact, it’s just to give the Special Appointed Researchers who participate a foundational score so they wouldn’t end up with an embarrassing zero at the end.

The ’Fighter’ gave up on the subsequent matches.

The remaining nine competitors shot at targets, ten shots each.

Zhang Ansha watched their scores from behind, "Miss, miss, miss, 2 rings, 3 rings, miss, 10 rings, miss··· 10 rings?"

He stopped in his tracks, fixed his gaze on the calm He Ao, who was shooting.

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Is this called having some basics?

Zhang Ansha stood behind He Ao, lost in a brief contemplation.

He had thoroughly reviewed He Ao’s resume from beginning to end, confident that He Ao had no military background, nor had he studied at a police academy or military school.

But He Ao’s grip on the gun and the way he absorbed the recoil, though different from Central Earth’s standard training stance, were clearly the result of professional training.

Once He Ao finished his ten shots and came out, Zhang Ansha stopped him and asked softly, "Can the ’Mercenary’ talent enhance a person’s ability to use firearms?"

He Ao looked at him with a puzzled expression, not understanding why he asked this, but the question itself was correct, so he nodded gently, "Yes."

"You kid, quite the schemer, aren’t you?"

Zhang Ansha gave He Ao a meaningful look.

By now, he had pretty much concluded that He Ao’s talent was indeed ’Mercenary.’ After the Research Institute stopped requiring code names to match talent names, many people chose deliberately misleading code names to deceive their enemies.

If He Ao’s future opponents had some understanding of him, they would think that this cautious guy would definitely use a misleading code name rather than his real talent. By actually using his true talent name, He Ao anticipated their assumption, pulling off a double bluff.

Feign strength when weak, feign weakness when strong.

This kid sure had a lot of tricks up his sleeve.

Just as Zhang Ansha thought he had figured out He Ao’s thoughts, He Ao had already walked past him and headed straight for the second round.

The second round was an outdoor competition, almost entirely different from the indoor event.

Outdoor shooting required competitors to hit bottle caps—of course, not ones placed statically but those hanging from fast-moving drones.

Each person was given a magazine with thirty bullets, with five bottle caps to target. Hitting a cap scored ten points, hitting a drone scored three points, and hitting a person would start at twenty years of prison time.

The outdoor training field was vast, and everyone stood in the safe house in silence, pondering over the rules.

"Damn!"

Finally, Feng Ling broke the silence with a resounding curse.

Although they would participate in shooting training organized by the Research Institute after becoming Special Appointed Researchers, the task at hand was simply too demanding for them.

"If anyone can do this, I’ll shit upside down."

Feng Ling slammed her palm on the table, swearing confidently.

He Ao, who was checking the firearms passed to him by the staff, looked up at her, took the gun, and walked out.

"Hey, you took the wrong magazine, that one only has five bullets!"

The staff checking the magazines hurriedly shouted at He Ao’s retreating figure.

However, at this moment, He Ao had already closed the door.

One wall of the safe house was made of thick bulletproof glass, allowing everyone to see outside through this glass wall.

They saw He Ao, holding his gun, step out of the house, and then the programmed drones in the sky began to speed away.

Click—

Pulling back the bolt.

Bang—

One shot.

Bang Bang Bang Bang—

Four shots.

He Ao holstered his gun and pushed open the door of the safe house.

The whole process took less than two minutes.

Just as everyone was staring at him in a daze, not yet reacting, the situations of five drones appeared on the nearby surveillance screen.

All five bottle caps, the size of coins, were hit, and the scorching bullets almost all passed through the exact center of the caps, leaving behind slightly deformed, burn-scorched holes.

Feng Ling swallowed hard as she looked at He Ao.

"It’s okay, you continue."

He Ao calmly handed the gun to a staff member and looked at Feng Ling.

Feng Ling swallowed again, then slowly moved to the corner, got a chair to shield herself, and adopted a posture of invisibility from the others.

He Ao chuckled and said no more.

The competition continued.

Among the remaining eight people, most were hovering between zero and three points. The highest scorer was Feng Ling; she used the wind to cluster the drones together and hit two of them, earning six points.

After the shooting round, everyone fell silent.

Through the melee and shooting trials, they had clearly realized that He Ao was the protagonist of this selection; they were just there to fill numbers, like extras without even a box lunch.

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The third test for pollution resistance took place in the deepest part of the training field.

He Ao walked at the front, with Zhang Ansha by his side.

The others formed their own small groups. Having witnessed He Ao’s terrifying strength, they harbored no illusions.

He was simply too strong; there was nothing they could do.

When the gap in strength is great enough, all jealousy turns into admiration.

The boastful strong man who had started off overconfident now shrank to the back of the group, trying his best to curl up and avoid drawing He Ao’s attention.

He had quickly recovered from being knocked out, but the memory of losing consciousness was deeply etched in his mind.

In that instant, he had seen He Ao’s eyes up close—the kind of insane, cold gaze he never wanted to meet again.

At that moment, he truly felt that He Ao would have killed him on the spot.

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After they arrived at the venue, He Ao gradually fell back to the end of the group. Zhang Ansha went ahead first to arrange the test, while the other Special Appointed Researchers participating in the selection also entered one after another.

As soon as everyone was inside, a young man in practice clothes rushed out, blocking He Ao, who was at the very end.

He knelt before He Ao and bowed, "Sir, please teach me the way to breakthrough."

"You’ve got the wrong person, I’m incapable of such things."

He Ao sidestepped the bow and walked straight into the venue.

At that moment, Feng Ling, wearing a white mask, ran towards him, passing by his side.

As He Ao’s figure gradually disappeared, Feng Ling also ran up to the young man in practice clothes.

The young man straightened up but did not stand. Instead, he remained on his knees at the entrance.

"Have you gone silly from reading too many novels?"

Anxious, Feng Ling grabbed her friend’s hand, trying to pull him up, but her strength was too meagre, and the young man didn’t budge.

"Sigh..." After several unsuccessful attempts to lift him, Feng Ling gave up the effort and, panting, squatted beside the young man in practice clothes, "He already said it wasn’t him, why are you still being stubborn? Do you really think you can meet a great master anywhere, who will then teach you peerless martial arts?"

She grabbed the young man’s head and began to shake it vigorously, "Come to your senses, will you? You practice martial arts yourself; if there were such a great master, wouldn’t you know about it?"

"If it were that easy to know, he wouldn’t be a great master."

The young man, who had been silent, suddenly replied.

He looked in the direction where He Ao had vanished, "The law must not be transmitted lightly; he must be testing me."

"You’re insane, truly mad," Feng Ling fumed and started to scratch her head.