(Thanks to the book friend for pointing out a BUG (the phone number thing). Chapter 69 and Chapter 70 have been modified. Not to mention deleting the BUG, ​​the total word count has also increased by 500 words.

So, readers who watched it yesterday suggest refreshing it and watching it again to avoid inconsistencies in the plot. Well, I personally feel that it should look better after the revision.

Also, if you find any BUG in the future, I hope you can point it out in time so that I can make changes in time.

Mumu here to express my sincere thanks!)

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The exclamations that came from his ears were like the most naked (anti-harmony) taunts, making Fleisher's face covered with shame and anger, and he was instantly angry.

"Seeking death!"

Fleisher quickly got up from the ground, clenched his fist and punched Aylin in the face.

But the next second, his angry eyes met an extremely cold gaze, which instantly cooled down his anger as if a basin of cold water had been poured on it.

Immediately afterwards, he felt a strong sense of fear, as if being stared at by a prehistoric Tyrannosaurus rex, which made him suffocate and dizzy.

"Bang!"

The moment Fleischer was shocked by the weakened version of [Desolate Gaze], Aylin kicked him out unceremoniously, and immediately Fleischer flew to the fence outside the corridor like a kite with a broken string, and then simply

fainted.

Seeing Fleischer being kicked away, his friends from the basketball team just wanted to step forward to help.

Aylin, who kicked Fleischer away, suddenly turned his head, with eyes that still had a trace of [Desolate Gaze] mentally oppressed, scanning the surroundings coldly.

"Do you want to lie down too?"

Every student who looked into Aylin's eyes felt an indescribable horror in his heart, and then lowered their heads with fear on their faces, not daring to look at Aylin at all.

That feeling.

It was as if the person standing in front of them was not a human being, but an evil ghost crawling out of hell.

It’s hard to look directly at.

Looking at the crowd around him who instantly fell silent, Aylin raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Against ordinary people, [Desperate Gaze] is surprisingly useful!

"Haha!"

Seeing that no one dared to stop him, Aylin pulled the fat boy, whose legs were a little weak, out of the classroom.

Seeing how loyal the little fat man was just now, Aylin decided to treat him to lunch as a reward.

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However.

Soon, Aylin regretted his hasty decision.

"Hey, Aylin, did you see that? After Fleischer was kicked away by you just now, and after you glared at those animals on the basketball team, not a single one of them dared to say a word."

"Bah, it's really useless. I've grown so big in vain, a bunch of silver pewter spearheads."

"But, Aylin, when did you become so powerful, and why didn't I know it at all?"

"You know what? You looked so majestic and cool just now. I wish I could be so majestic."

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He looked at the big dog sitting across from him, his face full of excitement and his mouth never stopped talking.

Aylin's mind was buzzing, and he felt that this fat man's random thoughts were more terrifying than the whispers of the evil god.

If it hadn't been for the "adversity" they had just experienced together, Aylin would have wanted to use tape to seal the big dog's big mouth.

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After reluctantly eating a few mouthfuls, and unable to stand the overly excited thoughts of the big dog, Aylin took advantage of the opportunity to go to the toilet to pay the bill secretly, and then ran away.

It wasn't until the bell rang in the afternoon that I returned to the classroom under the resentful eyes of the big dog.

After Aylin came to the classroom.

The math teacher has written the questions on the blackboard in the classroom and is ready to teach.

Due to the authority of the math teacher, the little fat man and the big dog did not have the courage to commit crimes again, but it made Aylin's ears quieter.

In addition to being transformed into a chatty little fat man, Ai Lin returned to the classroom again and keenly noticed that there was a hint of awe in the eyes of other students in the class looking at him.

I guess it was the influence of what happened at noon.

However, Aylin did not take this matter to heart.

A few classes passed by in a hurry.

When the school bell rang, Aylin rejected the little fat man's proposal to ride the school bus back together, then took out a black card from his pocket, followed the address on it, and took a taxi to a simple-style building that looked a bit dated.

The front of the building.

"This is Tom's Shooting Club?"

Aylin glanced at Tom's Shooting Club with a sign hanging in front of him, and then turned to look at the police station logo that could still be seen faintly on the corner of the street. Aylin shrugged.

No wonder George knows so much about this shooting club. It’s not that far away from their Thirteenth Precinct.

But to be able to open a shooting club right under the nose of the police station, this club obviously has a lot of tricks up its sleeve.

After walking into the shooting club.

Aylin handed the Tom Club black card given by George to the waiter in charge of reception.

After a brief verification and simple registration of Aylin's information, he was invited into the club.

"Mr. Aylin, this is your first time coming to our club. Do you need our club to introduce you to a shooting coach to help you better master shooting skills?"

Hearing this, Aylin said: "When I came here, Director George Stacey of the Thirteenth Bureau recommended old Jerry to me. Is he available now?"

George's name is still very useful.

After hearing that Chief George Stacey of the police station recommended Old Jerry to Aylin, the waiter immediately said that Coach Jerry happened to be free.

After asking another waiter to tell Old Jerry, Aylin was led underground by the waiter to a small, closed shooting range.

Not long after Aylin entered the shooting range.

A man dressed like a Western cowboy and walking with a limp came to Aylin.

Looking at the nameplate hanging on his body, Aylin immediately understood that this guy was the marksman he was looking for.

After walking in.

Old Jerry glanced at Aylin's hands and said directly: "Newbie?"

"Yes."

"Understood, my charging standard is higher than that of ordinary coaches. It is three hundred dollars an hour. If you can accept it, we can start practicing right away."

Although he retired from the army, Old Jerry's style still adheres to the tradition of the army, which is direct and straightforward.

"The price is no problem, we can start right away."

After seeing Aylin, the price makes no sense.

After Old Jerry called the waiter and signed a simple contract with Aylin, he began to teach Aylin the most basic knowledge of firearms.

And this is what Aylin lacks the most.

It took more than ten minutes.

After explaining the data of the five most common pistols and their respective advantages and disadvantages to Aylin, Old Jerry selected a pistol that was most suitable for Aylin based on Aylin's hand shape and finger length, and handed it to Aylin.
Chapter completed!