Chapter 212: World’s First

Chapter 212: World’s First

2: World’s First

Mao Rusong really panicked.

He thought Wu Chen was an assassin sent by his enemies! And it’s the kind of international top assassin who spent an astronomical sum of money, just like the actors in many movies.

He immediately suspected that Wu Chen should be a member of a world-class assassin organization!

It could be said that it was an exaggeration!

However, it’s not enough to be exaggerated. If you don’t exaggerate, you won’t be able to match Wu Chen’s ability. Wu Chen’s marksmanship was so exaggerated, not only surpassing the cognition of ordinary people, but even... beyond the cognition of professional gunmen!

Not only Mao Rusong was suppressed, but Mao Rusong’s bodyguards, as well as everyone else present, were all suppressed.

Wu Chen knew it would have this effect.

Because he knew that his marksmanship was already stronger than any human being on earth!

Ever since Wu Chen discovered that his memory was getting better in reincarnation, he found that his learning ability and concentration in certain aspects had been greatly improved, and this improvement was constantly increasing!

And in the practice of marksmanship, Wu Chen had an advantage that no one else had – he could shoot limitless bullets every day!

If one wanted to practice their marksmanship well, they had to shoot a lot.

Guns have recoil, ordinary people didn’t know how to use them, and they might sprain their wrists just by firing a shot. Even if they were trained, they could fire one or two hundred bullets a day, and their wrists would be red, swollen, and tingling the next day. Their hand would be temporarily useless.

The special police team trained sharpshooters, and they only shoot 30,000 rounds of bullets a year.

Even the top gunmen, such as the ace elite in the special police team, could shoot five to six hundred bullets a day at most during special training. The consequence of firing so many shots in a day was often that their flesh would break.

This kind of ultra-high-intensity training, even for top gunners, couldn’t last for a few days.

When Wu Chen practiced guns, he fired thousands of bullets a day, and his hands were covered with blood. He could also continue to practice with bandages and even suffered bone cracks and fractures. The consequences of this over-training didn’t matter to Wu Chen!

Because it resets every day! Any injuries caused by gun practice would disappear when the new day comes.

The number of bullets that Wu Chen fired for hundreds of days of crazily practicing guns was more than that of a top sharpshooter in a lifetime!

Best of all, the feelings and memories never fade away!

They stayed forever.

When he was in reincarnation, Wu Chen didn’t quite understand why the state could be maintained permanently, and he wouldn’t be like other people who would get a little rusty without practicing for a few days.

After starting a new life, Wu Chen realized that the reason for this was that his mental value had increased by more than 10,000 points.

So, Wu Chen was confident that he was number one in the world only in terms of pistol marksmanship! And it’s still the kind of first that was higher than the second level in the world!

Other world-class top shooters were at the same level, while Wu Chen was one level higher than them. He was the only one at this level.

Wu Chen still pointed his gun at Mao Rusong, with a smile on his face.

No one dared to move.

Wu Chen not only has supernatural marksmanship, but he also seems to have eyes behind his back.

“Oh, good...” Mao Rusong regained his composure, and there was a little smirk on his face, which became a state of smiling when receiving distinguished guests.

But when he sat down, his eyes still glanced subconsciously at the pistol in Wu Chen’s hand.

After Mao Rusong sat down, Wu Chen directly put the pistol on the table and slid it toward Mao Rusong.

Snapped!

Mao Rusong grabbed the pistol and pressed it on the table. He was stunned for a moment.

What did it mean?

In fact, Mao Rusong himself didn’t remember how many bullets were in this pistol.

Wu Chen fired seven shots in a row, but the pistol still didn’t “hang up”.

That was, the sleeve had not returned to its original position.

This meant that there were still bullets in the gun!

Mao Rusong didn’t understand at all why Wu Chen would give the gun to him.

“There is still a bullet in the gun.” Wu Chen smiled at Mao Rusong, “Put it away, it will be bad if you accidentally hurt anyone.”

Mao Rusong was startled again.

Even though he didn’t know how many bullets were in the gun, Wu Chen said it with certainty without checking the magazine!

He didn’t know that Wu Chen could determine the number of bullets in the gun just by relying on its weight.

“That...” Mao Rusong said in a deliberate tone, and at the same time picked up the gun very slowly, pulled out the magazine, and looked at it.

The magazine was empty.

Wu Chen was right, there was indeed a bullet in the gun chamber, ready to be fired at any time.

Mao Rusong stuffed the magazine back, then opened the drawer and put the pistol back.

He was a smart man.

Not only was he stunned by Wu Chen, but he also understood that even if Wu Chen returned the pistol with the last bullet to him, he would have no chance.

If he dared to mess around again, it’s hard to say whether Wu Chen would kill him.

In front of the top masters, the distance was so close. Temporary cooperation is always the most correct way.

“That... friend...” Mao Rusong looked at Wu Chen again, showing a fake smile.

“I heard that you prepared a woman for Ding Ruilong. A very beautiful girl, right?” Wu Chen asked with a smile.

Mao Rusong’s expression suddenly changed.

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