Pistols, rifles, sniper rifles, automatic rifles... all kinds of firearms he had seen in games were now realistically displayed in front of him! Lin Chen was extremely shocked, and even felt like he was dreaming.
Zhao Zhuowen seemed quite satisfied with Lin Chen's performance. He said smugly, "What kind of man is he if he's never handled a gun? A gun is the soul of a modern soldier!"
"Oh? Is that so?"
Lin Chen's understanding of firearms is only at the layman level. At most, he knows the general categories of firearms, but he doesn't know the specific models or brands of guns.
At this moment, Zhao Zhuowen was holding a silver revolver, which Lin Chen thought was quite cool. However, Lin Chen still had a question in his mind—what exactly was this place for? Where did all these guns come from? Wasn't it illegal?
"Want to try it out?" Zhao Zhuowen asked, a mysterious smile playing on his lips.
"I……"
"Let me demonstrate for you!"
Zhao Zhuowen didn't wait for Lin Chen's agreement before walking to what appeared to be a door. He took out a card from his pocket, placed it on a card reader, and then the door, like an old-fashioned elevator, slowly opened to the right.
In the dim light, there seemed to be quite a few figures inside. Soon after Zhao Zhuowen entered, he pressed the light switch, and the room instantly became as bright as day.
The figures that Lin Chen had seen just moments ago have now become targets, human-shaped targets appearing here one by one.
Moreover, they appeared irregularly in different locations, as if waiting for some challenge to arrive.
Lin Chen stepped into this space, and the scene before him was breathtaking. Everything here was designed specifically for training shooters, and the equipment was so sophisticated that it would be just as good as being used directly in shooting competitions.
As soon as Zhao Zhuowen entered, he began changing his clothes, quickly donning camouflage and grabbing a pistol. He suddenly glanced at Lin Chen, his eyes sweeping over the bullets in the distance. Only after Lin Chen noticed his actions did Zhao Zhuowen proceed with his next move.
Nine bullets were perfectly loaded into the chamber in a mere three seconds. Then, he pressed a button, and the previously lifeless firing range instantly came to life. These humanoid targets were all equipped with "guns," making the entire scene even more realistic.
With each target that appeared, Zhao Zhuowen's gun was aimed at it almost instantly. Bullets flew out at high speed, hitting the targets and knocking them down. Throughout the entire process, Zhao Zhuowen constantly dodged, as if he were engaged in a real battle.
In a shooting competition, every shot Zhao Zhuowen fired would undoubtedly be a bullseye. Moreover, the process would be far more difficult than shooting at a stationary target in a shooting competition.
During the process, Zhao Zhuowen changed the magazine twice, performing perfectly throughout the entire process until the end.
Is this the strength of a professional officer? Lin Chen couldn't help but sigh, recalling the gunfight at the school gate where Ning Jiaqi's bodyguard, Brother Wu, fought against more than ten people. At the time, he found it unbelievable, but now, seeing Zhao Zhuowen's performance, he finally understood that kind of strength.
Zhao Zhuowen emerged from the training ground, and soon after, a sign there displayed a score of 100. This meant that in that very brief drill, his performance was flawless!
"So-so, I guess I performed at my normal level today," Zhao Zhuowen said casually, shrugging in front of Lin Chen.
However, Lin Chen could see the confidence and strength in his eyes. He couldn't help but ask the crucial question: "What exactly is this place for? How come they have so many firearms? Is this really legal?"
Zhao Zhuowen smiled helplessly and could only explain to Lin Chen. This place is called the "Red Sea Operation" club, a mysterious place that only insiders can register and enter. The members are all gun enthusiasts, most of whom have military backgrounds, and a few are highly skilled individuals with high social standing.
As for these guns, some were purchased legally, while many were obtained through special channels. The club is little known to outsiders, and joining is extremely difficult.
Zhao Zhuowen is a senior member of the club and also one of its shareholders, so he has the right to temporarily bring in an outsider who is "absolutely trustworthy," such as Lin Chen in the present case.
“I understand. Just like the ‘Extremely Happy’ bar before, ordinary people can’t get in at all. The difference is that the scarce items in that bar were fine wines and women, while the scarce items in this club are—all kinds of guns. Right?” Lin Chen said with a sudden realization.
"Hahaha! Brother, you've got it." Zhao Zhuowen laughed as he slung the gun over his shoulder.
Lin Chen had witnessed a new world today. Indeed, the lives of the wealthy and powerful were completely different from his own.
Zhao Zhuowen couldn't help but ask curiously, "Brother, do you want to give it a try? Although your so-called qigong is indeed very powerful, I also want to show you the power of modern technology."
This time, before Lin Chen could answer, Zhao Zhuowen preemptively explained the shooting rules to him.
Finally, Lin Chen's hand touched the gun!
His fingers touched the heat of the gun, and he smiled involuntarily. The thrill of challenging and breaking the rules excited him immensely.
Although he wasn't as obsessed with guns as Zhao Zhuowen and his ilk, and didn't even believe that so-called "modern technology" could defeat his mysterious qigong.
But he still gripped the gun firmly, because he knew that to deal with the Lin family, and with terrifying opponents like Lin Yiming and Lin Ruoyue, he had to be stronger and more ruthless than them! He needed to know more!
“Okay, let me familiarize myself with it first,” Lin Chen said. He began to recall Zhao Zhuowen’s actions with the gun, and then slowly began loading bullets.
Zhao Zhuowen, standing to the side, naturally had no objections when he heard Lin Chen's request. He had originally intended to say that while he was familiar with the process, he would only give him five minutes at most. However, he was quickly astonished by the speed at which Lin Chen loaded the bullets.
Lin Chen started slowly, loading one bullet every three seconds. But after successfully loading one bullet, his speed immediately increased to one bullet per second.
Then it seemed to maintain this constant speed. But after loading six bullets, Zhao Zhuowen noticed that Lin Chen's hand speed had increased.
If you look closely, you'll see that Lin Chen has increased his speed from one bullet per second to two bullets per second!
Soon the entire magazine was filled, and then Lin Chen unloaded all the bullets and reloaded them.
He was practicing. Zhao Zhuowen realized this and his mouth kept opening wide until about ten minutes later when he couldn't close it anymore.
He only saw Lin Chen's hand moving rapidly through the air. The entire magazine was completely reloaded in less than two seconds!
This speed made Zhao Zhuowen think Lin Chen could apply for a Guinness World Record! At least he had never heard of anyone being able to load bullets so quickly.
"Um...brother...cough cough...tell me...this isn't your first time handling a gun, is it?" Zhao Zhuowen was a little afraid that Lin Chen would give an affirmative answer. But he still couldn't help asking.
"In reality, this is the first time," Lin Chen replied.
Zhao Zhuowen wanted Lin Chen to know how difficult his movements were, while Lin Chen himself wanted to learn how to shoot properly.
After all, scenes that could only be seen on TV and in games before, things that ordinary people could never experience in their entire lives, can now be experienced firsthand.
This feeling can only be described in two words—exciting!
After reloading, Lin Chen began the next training exercise—shooting.
He closed his eyes again, recalling Zhao Zhuowen's shooting motions etched in his mind, and tried to feel that sensation. Then he opened his eyes and stood at his firing position.
Lin Chen had just performed a miracle by reloading bullets. What about this time? Zhao Zhuowen was very curious about the outcome of Lin Chen's next shot.
Standing in his firing position, Lin Chen could already picture Zhao Zhuowen's shooting motion in his mind.
He then felt the movement adjusting to his body until it was perfected. Once he felt it was almost complete, he looked at the target in the distance and gently pulled the trigger.
but……
"Brother...you haven't turned off the safety lock yet!" Zhao Zhuowen reminded him speechlessly.
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