Chapter 19: The Unexpected Arrival of Darkness
Anton Yayoi saw a 16-inch small screen next to Bourbon, which recorded the number of rings Bourbon shot. Anton Yayoi saw with excellent eyesight that the screen was mostly ten rings, with nine rings rarely, and the system gave a good evaluation. Anton Yayoi stepped forward and patted Bourbon on the shoulder. The other party's shooting action paused, and then slowly put down the rifle, and instead held it casually with his right hand. Bourbon shook his head and took off his earmuffs. The sweat after exercise flew into the air as he turned his head, with a slight sweet smell of alcohol. He quietly cleared his shooting record. After drinking some wine and venting, Bourbon's gloomy mood finally improved a little. He glanced at the ID card in Anton Yayoi's hand expressionlessly and asked, "Are you done recording?"
After seeing Bourbon stop shooting, Yayoi Andong also took off his earmuffs, and when he heard the question, he nodded in agreement.
"Then let's go back." Bourbon was not unaware of Anton Yayoi's gaze. The other party looked straight at the gun in his hand, and it was almost clear that he wanted to try. But Bourbon was not interested. He had suffered too many shocks today. He was very tired and just wanted to sleep, so he took a step and planned to leave. Generally speaking, as a newcomer, seeing the seniors say this, he would follow the seniors and leave. But Anton Yayoi is not an ordinary person. He stood there quietly, his eyes following the rifle in Bourbon's hand, but he didn't say a word. Bourbon had no choice but to walk back and said, "Or do you want to try?" Bourbon weighed the rifle in his hand. The empty gun weighed 4 kilograms. He doubted whether Anton Yayoi could lift it.
Andong Yayoi nodded without hesitation. He was quite interested in this modern thermal weapon. It was much more useful than a sickle.
This reminded him of an emoticon: Sir, times have changed.
Bourbon walked to the weapon room next door, picked out a Beretta pistol of the same model that Gin had just taught him, and handed it to Andong Yayoi. Forget it, let him try the pistol, "Try the simple one first, didn't Gin teach you just now?"
Yayoi Andong took it hesitantly, and hesitated to take the next step. He thought for a while, and then said seriously, "I already know how to do this."
Bourbon: ?
Kid, why don't you take a look at what you are saying?
Yayoi Andong raised his hand and handed the pistol back to Bourbon, and said seriously again: "I already know how to do it, let's change it."
"Then try hitting the target." Bourbon pointed to the target 10 meters away. He had seen many conceited people, so he didn't take it too seriously. When these people hit the wall, they would know the pain.
Without even looking at the target carefully, Anton Yayoi fired a decisive shot, and the bullet hit the bull's eye. The screen beside him sounded the number 10. Anton Yayoi was not surprised. For a god, he already knew the knowledge points and had been carefully guided by others. Of course, he could immediately understand how to use the knowledge. It's not that he doesn't know, but he has stored a lot of things and doesn't know which one is right and useful. As long as he is taught once or twice, he can successfully use this knowledge that is like pearls scattered on the ground.
Bourbon, who knew nothing about this, silently gave up in his heart, but Anton Yayoi's talent was obviously not what he expected. So he groaned in silence, even rubbed his temples with his hands, sighed helplessly, and then pointed to the target in the distance, "Try this again." Bourbon increased the difficulty this time and pointed to the target at 50 meters. 50 meters is the limit distance for the accuracy of a pistol.
This target was different from the previous two close-range shootings, so Yayoi Andong chose to aim and shoot for the sake of safety. But even though he had chosen to aim this time, the bullet still accidentally rubbed the edge of the target and flew out. Such a large error, if it was shot at a person, would already be considered a sunset red outline shooting technique. However, after all, at this distance, any slight mistake will be magnified. Even if the wrist cannot withstand the recoil brought by the gun, the resulting millimeter deviation will eventually cause it to miss the target. But this time, Bourbon was relieved. Fortunately, he was not very abnormal. Although it takes a bit of talent to be able to hit the target at a distance of ten meters, it is reasonable. If the other party really performed a 50-meter blind shot of ten rings for him, he might have to consider how likely it is to bring the public security personnel to arrest the other party overnight.
Yayoi Andong slowly put down his gun and thought silently, but all his knowledge was not enough to tell him why. He calculated the bullet speed, gravity, air resistance, etc. According to the calculation, the bullet should hit. He looked at Bourbon in confusion, expecting him to give him an answer, "The bullet speed is 478m/s, it takes 0.1046s to pass 50m, the weight is 31.28g, and the volume is..."
"Stop, stop, stop. No need to calculate." Bourbon's head started to hurt after listening to this. He was afraid that Andong Yayoi would unfold a series of formulas for him. Who would calculate the cost of shooting like this?
"I mean, according to the calculation, this gun won't miss." Others might doubt that he moved carelessly or didn't aim, but Andong Yayoi couldn't doubt himself. If even the formula was correct, then he aimed, and logically, this gun must be accurate. After all, for the speed and weight of the bullet, at 50 meters, the bullet line wouldn't actually drop much.
Bourbon only heard this as a statement by an arrogant person. After all, Anton Yayoi did not consider his own mistakes at all, and did not even think that he was affected by the recoil. Bourbon was unwilling to refute the arrogant person, so he had to sort out his words and give a high EQ answer: "If you did not make any mistakes yourself, it may be the wear and tear of the gun itself that caused the deviation. For example, the buffer spring is out of repair, and the threaded retaining ring is worn. However, this deviation is relatively fixed, and you will know it after a few more shots." In other words, if the deviation is not relatively fixed, it is your own fault.
I see, there is also wear and tear caused by the machine itself. Without understanding Bourbon's subtext, Yayoi Andong raised his hand again and aimed at the bullseye exactly as he had done before. Then the bullet flew out quickly and hit the same bullet hole that had just missed the target, fitting perfectly as if it was shot by the same bullet. Is the distance between it and the bullseye the so-called fixed deviation angle?
Considering the speed of the bullet and the air resistance, Anton Yayoi adjusted the angle of the muzzle slightly, and then fired decisively. With the loud sound of gunfire, the screen sounded the electronic sound familiar to Bourbon: Ten rings. Bourbon felt that his hearing was gradually lost with the electronic sound, and he could only look at Anton Yayoi in a daze without saying a word. But he only saw the other party with a smile, and fired three shots in a row, Ten rings! Ten rings! Ten rings! Bourbon felt his eyes go dark. His excellent eyesight could even see the bullet miraculously pass through the same bullet hole, as accurate as if it was polished by a machine.
Anton Yayoi took back the pistol with satisfaction, turned to look at Bourbon, and handed the pistol back with a smile: "I got it."
Bourbon was stunned and tried to reach out to take the pistol, but then put his hand down and pointed at the moving target unwillingly, "You... try this again." The talent displayed by Anton Yayoi was so amazing that he had to plan to deal with him before he got the code name. If the other party could perform even better, it would only speed up Bourbon's processing of the other party.
Unfortunately, Anton Yayoi knew nothing about this. He was still carefully observing the so-called moving target, and this time he carefully observed it for a long time before raising his gun to shoot. Unfortunately, another shot hit the bull's eye.
Bourbon silently mentioned Anton Yayoi to the list to be dealt with this week.
"Okay, I believe you really can do it." Bourbon said with a smile, he seemed a little helpless, but also with a hint of happiness, "Gin must be very happy to know that you are so talented, maybe he will give you a code name tomorrow." In the organization, it normally takes at least a year to go from a newcomer to a code name. The fastest one at the time, Dai Moroboshi, who was also the FBI undercover Akai Shuichi, also worked hard at the bottom for eight months before he got a code name. Bourbon said this now, purely to test whether Vermouth's information was true, and to make a fuss.
"Why did you tell Gin?" Anton Yayoi looked at Bourbon in confusion. Why did he go out of his way to tell Gin that he could use a gun? He thought about his memories as a social animal. Telling his superiors and colleagues about his extra skills would only result in more work, under the pretext that "the more capable, the more work". He didn't want to do more work for the organization without having more food. But it was a bit hard to understand what he said.
"Why didn't you tell Gin?" Bourbon was also stunned. If you don't tell Gin about your talent and skills, why did you join the organization if you don't tell Gin and get a promotion and a raise to become a code member? Is it necessary to join the organization to just eat and wait for death? How unreasonable.
"I just want to collect corpses. I don't want to do anything else." Andong Yayoi hesitated. Is the organization very competitive? Is the Black Organization a positive and progressive place? Was he influenced by TV dramas and anime, which led to his preconceived ideas and finally misunderstood their core ideas? In fact, even the Black Organization can be a positive and progressive place where people help each other and love each other and realize their own life values.
Seeing the confusion in Anton Yayoi's clear eyes, Bourbon had a rare intuition that the other party was not lying to him.
Bourbon is actually a very suspicious person, just like Gin. The difference is that if Gin has any doubts, he will say it directly. If the degree of suspicion is too high, he does not need any evidence and will kill the other party directly based on his own feelings. Bourbon is different. He suspects everyone equally, collects information from everyone, and carefully distinguishes everyone's behavior. As an undercover, he can't afford to gamble, and he dares not gamble. He never feels that someone is telling the truth, even if he has worked hard to get the words out. He repeatedly doubts, infers, and predicts, just to be able to keep going with his life. But now, he feels strangely that every word Anton Yayoi said is true, and he did not lie.
Although this was the result he analyzed based on micro-expressions, he still felt puzzled by his own trust.
"Well, there are people like you in the organization. But it's not easy to get away with it under Gin's command." Bourbon shrugged and put his hand on Anton Yayoi's shoulder. "It's already 1 a.m. and you still have to go back to write tests. Why don't you leave early?" Although it was a question, Bourbon had already forcibly taken the man and walked towards the door.
Yayoi Andong had no intention of doing the test. After all, in his opinion, humans should go to bed at 10 o'clock. Now it has exceeded this time by 3 hours. He did not intend to stay up late to do the test. After all, staying up late can induce cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases. Because when humans stay up late to work or study, the body is in a state of tension, which leads to abnormal vasoconstriction and high blood pressure. At this time, it is easy to induce or aggravate hypertensive diseases, so Yayoi Andong did not want to stay up late to work. But now that Bourbon reminded him, he realized that the organization was really such a twisted organization that he had to go back to work at one in the morning.
"Okay... okay." Anton Yayoi frowned. He would complete the test paper well.
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