Taking the pistol, Li Ming looked at the lewd smile on Li Ning's face with a strange expression.
"Balkan Model 11 Pistol--Ungraded: Basic model pistol, insufficient lethality.
Control Conditions: 5 points of metal energy
Control Effect: Gun control--Beginner
Control Ability--Years of practice: Can temporarily elevate gun control to Primary Level.]
"Your grip on the gun..." Li Ning began to speak, then paused midway through his sentence.
"What's wrong?" Li Ming countered.
"Nothing, it's very standard." Li Ning couldn't help but ask, "Have you practiced before?"
"No, I just watched you hold it that way. Isn't it about mastering the balance, keeping stable, holding the grip with the thumb and index finger, while the middle finger, ring finger, and little finger tightly hold the bottom of the grip to ensure stability?" Li Ming said casually.
The Sniper Rifle brought with it a wealth of understanding of firearms in Assassination Skill, even saying that guns occupied a very important part.
If measured, it was at least Primary Level gun control.
"You...understood very well, that's what the textbooks say..." Li Ning was slightly embarrassed, his eyes wandering, he cleared his throat twice, and tried to maintain his authority, "Gripping the gun is nothing, shooting is the key."
Many around them had noticed, Li Ming had lately become a prominent figure, second to none.
While many envied him, they also scoffed, thinking he was just lucky, young with no real ability.
Seeing them in the midst of gun training, they were immediately interested to see just how capable this youngster was.
"Here, let me teach you." As soon as Li Ning's words fell, Li Ming glanced at him absentmindedly. His gaze hadn't fully settled on the target range when flames burst forth from the barrel.
Bang! Bang!...
A series of shots!
"10", "10", "10"
The somewhat noisy training room suddenly went quiet, except for the cold mechanical reporting sounds.
Click!
The magazine snapped into place, Li Ming hung his head low, raised the pistol with one hand, and fired. Bang! Bang! Bang!
Another round of "10"
Onlookers swallowed their saliva secretly.
Li Ning's cheeks twitched, unable to speak: "You... you... you..."
"Li Ning, did I pass the test?" Li Ming asked, tilting his head.
A bitter feeling arose in Li Ning's heart, "This... it's just a pistol, there are other firearms..."
Even though he said that, with Li Ming's current marksmanship, mastering other firearms would just mean getting familiar with them, and he would be able to handle them with ease.
The others exchanged glances, pretending to train nonchalantly, but felt sour at heart. Many of them didn't have marksmanship as good as Li Ming's, feeling like all their training had gone to the dogs.
The situation was just as Li Ning had predicted, and a few minutes later, he signed his name on the virtual screen, disheartened and unwilling.
When Li Ming went back on field operations, he would be allowed to carry a gun.
Returning to the 223rd floor, Yang Peng was apparently giving a lecture. Upon seeing them, his gaze fell on Li Ming, saying:
"Li Ming's official transfer procedures have come through. Take him through the necessary steps, especially firearm training, so he doesn't have to settle for binoculars again during field operations."
Hearing this just made Li Ning, who was already feeling dejected, laugh bitterly, "Yang Peng, you're too late."
"Hmm?" Yang Peng was puzzled, then his expression changed abruptly as he thought of them coming down from upstairs, and he said gravely, "What happened, did Li Ming get a restraining order?"
A restraining order meant that during training, accidental discharge resulted in casualties, thus completely prohibiting carrying firearms.
Knowing that Li Ming had become an F-level Life Form and had earned a significant commendation, Yang Peng had originally thought about transferring him to logistics, but changed his mind, thinking about giving him more focus on training.
If a restraining order had been triggered, it would be a big problem.
The gathered crowd also turned their gaze to this young newcomer.
"How could that be possible." Li Ning was speechless, not understanding why Yang Peng would think that, "Li Ming has already passed the assessment."
"What?" The gazes of the people around changed, and Old Dao suddenly stood up, his voice grave, "Li Ning, you can't go easy on him just because you're on good terms."
"Brother Dao, I know what's at stake, I've already copied the assessment video." Li Ning said, and started playing it right away.
The room fell silent, filled only with a series of bangs! bangs! bangs! and "10," "10," "10."
Everyone's expression changed as they looked at the serene young man on the screen, a sense of wasted effort rising unbidden.
Yang Peng's eyes narrowed slightly, understanding that Li Ming had already become an F-level Life Form, with greatly enhanced physical qualities, and he would learn gun control quickly, but he hadn't expected it to be this quick.
Maybe... this wasn't his first time handling a gun.
But he had followed Li Changhai to Li Ming's school more than once to demand an explanation.
The kid was often beaten up, his face swollen and bruised, his gaze evasive whenever he looked at him, without the slightest hint of defiance.
If he had been trained with guns from a young age, he would have developed the courage, and none of this would have happened, unless... he was deliberately enduring it, holding back since he was young?
Combining this with his suspicions about Li Changhai, Yang Peng couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine when he saw Li Ming's calm face.