Lao Mao was once the most powerful firearms instructor in the hunter school.
Not only did he win the school's shooting championship for three consecutive years, he also wiped out three vicious drug fan gangs with one shot.
By chance, the old sect leader Tang was attacked by armed militants outside the country. It was Lao Mao who happened to be passing by and took action to resolve the old sect leader's crisis.
It was during that battle that the old sect master admired the old cat.
100 million to lure him from the Hunter School to the Tang Sect.
More than 30 years ago, 100 million was simply an astronomical figure, and Lao Mao couldn't resist changing jobs.
It's just that when Lao Mao came to the Tang Sect, he didn't serve as a guard or perform a mission to kill enemies. Instead, he was sent by the old sect leader to Zhonghai to secretly train Tang Sanguo.
Lao Mao taught Tang Sanguo all his skills, and the two of them had an additional layer of master-disciple friendship.
"The old sect leader asked you to train Tang Sanguo. He probably hopes that he will be stronger and be able to better cope with sudden changes."
Ye Fan nodded thoughtfully: "Isn't it normal to just learn something?"
Ye Fan turned on his phone and asked curiously: "Why did the old sect master let you train in secret?"
"Although Sect Master Tang didn't tell me at the time, I still knew what he meant."
"First, the Tang Sect was already in turmoil."
Old Mao coughed lightly: "Training Tang Sanguo is equivalent to making him strong, which can easily lead to jealousy or conspiracy from others."
"Second, Tang Sanguo has an unknown skill with firearms, which can make opponents take it lightly, and it may become a life-saving weapon at critical moments."
"So whether I, the master of guns, was hired, or whether I was secretly training Tang Sanguo, only I, the old sect leader and Tang Sanguo knew about it."
He added: "The other nephews of the Tang family, including Mrs. Tang, don't know."
"It seems that the old sect master is really doting on Tang Sanguo."
Ye Fan said calmly: "Otherwise, we wouldn't have made so many arrangements for the powerful Tang and Three Kingdoms."
This also shows that the old sect leader has a very keen sense of smell and can predict the dangers that the Tang and San Kingdoms will face in the future.
It's a pity that Tang Sanguo was so arrogant that the old sect leader's hard work was in vain.
"Tang Sanguo was a genius, and it is easy for people to think of him as a talent."
"I stayed with him for two months and I admire him very much!"
The old cat took another sip of whiskey, and then smiled bitterly at Ye Fan: "I am in the hunter school, three years as a student, three years as an instructor, and three years as a combat instructor."
"Nine years of hard work and tens of thousands of bullets were fired before I managed to become a master of guns."
"But Tang Sanguo is different. He is so evil. He can not only understand many things with a single click, but also draw inferences from one instance to other cases."
"He learned all my nine years of theory and experience in three weeks, and in the fourth week he hit the mark with perfect accuracy."
"However, this was not enough for him. After he mastered the knowledge of firearms, he purchased equipment and modified it himself."
"Changing bullets, changing guns, changing tactics, he has simply subverted my understanding of firearms."
"When he fired the first high-energy flame bomb, I suddenly felt that my past nine years had been in vain!"
"But while he impacted my knowledge, he also made me learn a lot."
"Later, I was able to change from a gun god to a shadow gun god, which was also inspired by the Three Kingdoms of the Tang Dynasty."
"You can say that I am the firearms instructor of Tang Sanguo, and he is the guiding light for my firearms breakthrough."
Lao Mao did not hide his evaluation of Tang Sanguo.
"Guns, templates, bronze figures...he is indeed a genius."
Although Ye Fan did not witness the glory of the Three Kingdoms of Tang Dynasty, many things he experienced were reversing his original cowardly image of the Three Kingdoms of Tang Dynasty.
His feelings towards Tang Sanguo were also very complicated.
It's a pity that a generation of genius has fallen to this point, and I'm also glad that this guy who separated himself from his parents will be punished for his evil deeds.
If Tang Sanguo hadn't fanned the flames to retaliate against his mother, how could he have spent his childhood in darkness, and his mother wouldn't have been worried for more than twenty years.
Then he calmed down.
"You said you stayed with him for two months?"
Ye Fan asked further: "After two months of training, you left him?
Didn't you stay to protect him?"
"For a genius like Tang Sanguo, I can only train him for a month if I die."
The old cat exhaled a long breath: "In the last month, I stayed because I needed to accompany him to fight."
"Of course, when I left him, not only did I have nothing to teach him, but I also had differences in ideas."
Having said this, he smiled bitterly: "This concept is also the source of his subsequent failures."
Ye Fan narrowed his eyes: "What's the difference?"
"For me, knives and guns are dangerous objects and should not be used unless absolutely necessary, let alone killing people with them."
The old cat took another sip of whiskey to moisten his throat: "Otherwise, if you kill too many people with knives and guns, you will easily become bloodthirsty and cruel."
"Then you won't be controlling the sword and gun yourself, but you will be controlled by the sword and gun."
"So the gun in my hand is more for defense. It can blow up the enemies who attack me, and it can also blow up the murderers who are in sight or heard..." He sighed softly: "But I can't take the initiative to use the gun to cause trouble.
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"This concept is correct. Excessive bloodthirsty will lead to madness and demonization."
Ye Fan's lips twitched: "The Tang Three Kingdoms were bloodthirsty at that time?"
"After I trained Tang Sanguo in actual practice, he was not satisfied with playing a one-stop showdown with me, nor did he like to snipe and kill rabbits and elk."
Thinking that Tang Sanguo had been imprisoned by Ye Tang, Old Mao stopped being secretive. Anyway, what he said had no impact on Tang Sanguo: "He has no interest in even lions on the African savanna."
"After he got the list of world-ranked shooters from me, he used the codename 'Plum Blossom' and issued challenges one by one starting from the end."
"The stakes are your life and a million dollars."
"Regardless of whether the opponent should fight or not, on the day of the fight, Tang Sanguo will fight against the challenging gunman."
"Almost once every two days. In two months, he challenged 30 world-ranked shooters."
"Twenty-three of them accepted the challenge and seven refused. However, regardless of whether they accepted the challenge or refused, they all died under his sniper rifle."
"I saw that the more Tang Sanguo played, the more crazy he became. Sooner or later something would happen if he continued like this, so I advised him not to challenge him again."
"After all, if you kill a lot of people, it will be easy for people to find out who is behind the plum blossoms."
"It's just that Tang Sanguo told me that in his opinion, a gun is an offensive weapon. If he doesn't kill people, he might as well make a fire stick."
"I said a few more words, and he said that if I wanted to give him advice, I could let the master and apprentice fight with real swords and guns."
"He said he would give me the next plum blossom challenge post. As long as I beat him, he would keep his tail between his legs from now on."
"I can't advise him. I can only tell the old sect leader and then leave Tang Sanguo with 100 million!"
The old cat recalled the past events with a hint of helplessness on his lips.
I don’t know if I am sighing for the infinite scenery of the Tang and Three Kingdoms, or sighing for his youth and frivolity.
Ye Fan didn't have much trouble with Tang Sanguo's extremism.
Old Tang once hired a murderer to take revenge because his mother didn't help, so it's understandable that he gave the old cat a plum blossom tie.
He asked further: "Did he stop after you left?"
"I went back abroad to continue working as an instructor, and didn't pay much attention to the Tang Sanguo situation."
Old Mao gently shook the whiskey, narrowed his eyes and recalled hard: "But I heard that in the autumn of that year, several Chinese sharpshooters were killed."
"One of them is the nephew of the five great families, Yuan Hanjiang..."
