As Lao Liu walked, he sighed: "The guns are really the natural enemy of experts. Even A-level experts may die from sniper rifles."
"Is there no way for A-level experts to face sniper rifles?" Qing Chen was puzzled.
"It's not that there is no way to face a sniper rifle, but that there is no way to meet a few snipers," Lao Liu explained: "A superb person can feel a sixth sense when he reaches level A. Someone aims a gun at him within 1,000 meters and observes him with malicious intentions, and can sense it."
Therefore, if a sniper aims within 1,000 meters, he will be discovered by a Class A master.
If you just look at the other person with bad intentions in the center of the crowd, the other person will notice it.
This powerful sixth sense is terrifying and sounds like it has transcended the human category.
Wait, Qingchen recalled something.
In the early stages of traveling, there was a scared junior named Huang Jixian in Prison No. 18. He went to the gate of the other party's community to look for clues. He just looked at Zheng Yuandong, and the other party immediately turned to look at him.
Is this a coincidence, or is it that Zheng Yuandong had been promoted to A level at that time?
"Since the sniper cannot aim at the A-level master, why will the ship capsize in the gutter?" Qing Chen asked Lao Liu in thought.
"Because there are still some snipers who can shoot 1,000 meters away to accurately hit the target," Lao Liu said with a narrow eye: "A-level experts from 1,000 meters away also lose their senses, so they cannot avoid it in advance. The anti-equipment guns used armor-piercing bullets to even penetrate the tanks. Although the A-level experts are powerful, they do not have the main battle tank to resist the beating."
"Brother Six, if the sniper rifle bullet hit the head of the A-level expert 1,000 meters, can it be killed?" Qing Chen asked.
"Of course," said Lao Liu: "There are several A-level experts who were killed by sniper guns in federal history."
This is Qingchen's doubt. He always feels that most of the extraordinary people in this world have "high attacks and low defenses". They are like assassins. Even demigods like masters have to retreat when they encounter brainless killing weapons like metal storms.
"Are the sixth sense of A-level experts 1,000 meters?" Qing Chen asked.
At this time, Lao Liu laughed at Qingchen and said happily: "You are a gene warrior, and the cap is B level, so just remember one thing. If you find a sniper on the battlefield, then hide."
Lao Liu said this without saying anything to be funny. He himself is also B-level, so there is no need to be funny.
Gene warriors have the highest level B, which is common sense.
Qingchen thought for a while: "How can I become a sniper? I haven't had the chance to touch a sniper rifle before."
Lao Liu was stunned for a moment: "Do you want to become a sniper? That thing depends on talent. Brother Qingchen, I don't mean to look down on you. When I was in the army before, I also wanted to select snipers, but my vision, concentration, and calculation ability were far behind."
Qingchen didn't say anything else, and he suddenly discovered a way to take advantage of it.
An ordinary person can kill gods.
You should know that it is very slow for him to advance to level A, because every item in the life and death level requires extremely high skills, and it cannot be challenged just by wanting to challenge.
If the senior had not planned the route for him with magnesium powder marks on the cliff of Qingshan Mountain, if the old guys had given him ginkgo, if it weren't for the encouragement of leaving words on the wall, he might not have succeeded.
But if you can become a sniper, even if you are still weak, you can still kill people higher than your level as long as you catch the opportunity!
"Here," Lao Liu said, pointing to a magnificent modern building in front of him.
This building looks like a huge gymnasium, with a metallic facade, which looks a bit out of place with other ancient buildings in the Mid-Sea Manor. Only a few wall details still have some oriental cultural elements.
There is a huge plaque hanging outside the building with the words "Fenwu Tower" written on it.
Lao Liu happily introduced: "On weekdays, the bodyguards are all here for daily training, and the Li family's children are also here for gun shooting. However, you will not teach fighting courses here in the future, but at the Li family's school."
"Fighting class?" Qingchen asked.
"Yes, the boss reopens the martial arts lecture hall and asks you to be a teacher to teach the children of the Li family," said Lao Liu: "Don't underestimate this position. The family culture within the Li family is relatively conservative, and it emphasizes the orderly inheritance and respects teachers and teachers. If you can gain a foothold in the Li family school, the children of the Li family will be polite in the future, and at least you will never have to worry about food and drink in your life."
The cultural heritage of the Li family may be more like a reflection of some ancient scholarly families in the world, and the rules are very important.
However, Qingchen did not care about this, but asked: "The length of this venue is only about 400 meters, so it should not be possible to practice sniper rifles, right?"
Lao Liu thought about it, and he seemed to notice Qingchen's persistence: "The entire Mid-Season Manor is bigger than you think, so there are naturally other places to practice sniper rifles. Let's see how your marksmanship is first."
"Okay, thank you, Brother Six. If I don't have that talent, I will give up myself," Qingchen nodded.
There is no sound outside the venue, and you can only hear the faint sound of gunfire when you walk in.
Lao Liu took Qingchen into it and met many people along the way to greet him warmly, very enthusiastic.
"Try the pistol first, start with the 10-meter target," Lao Liu took out some firearms and bullets that Qingchen had never seen before, and led Qingchen to the gun position.
Qingchen thought about taking the pistol: "My marksmanship should be good."
Lao Liu was happy: "Should it be?"
Qing Chen raised his hand and fired a few shots at the target ten meters apart, testing the ballistics.
Lao Liu looked at the number of rings he made, and there was a smile on his face: "You are also good at this?"
However, as soon as he finished speaking, Qingchen raised his hand and shot again, and each shot hit the bull's eye of the ten rings.
"Wait, you still can't hit the previous few shots," Lao Liu felt something was wrong.
Qingchen explained seriously: "I often use guns when I was a mercenary."
Lao Liu thought to himself, and shouted to the staff: "Retreat the target paper to 50 meters!"
Qingchen didn't even need to confirm the ballistic this time, so he fired directly, but still hit the bull's-eye!
It’s not that he doesn’t want to hide his weakness, but that he knows that if he wants to get in touch as soon as possible, he must use this method to have a sniper rifle.