Sitting on the stool, Fang Huai thought about all the ancient and modern Chinese and foreign people he knew, and finally only picked out two.

The car god Senna, the thief Chu Liuxiang, but this master of using a gun can't think of anything.

There are too many people who are powerful with guns alone, many of them are soldiers or mercenaries, and you have to choose them individually, which is definitely a very difficult thing.

"The host has not decided on a gun instructor for a long time, and the space is provided by itself." The ethereal voice sounded again.

The book page flashed with gold, and a brief appeared on the page.

Wesley, the protagonist of the League of Assassins, has reached the limit of his ability to perceive and use guns, and is the only master in the world who can make arcs.

After the introduction lasted more than ten seconds, a tough guy with a full beard, blond hair, and explosive muscles appeared in the middle of the house.

"Hey, dear Fang Huai, it's nice to meet and teach you, let's get started."

After Wesley finished speaking, he wiped his right hand towards the ground, and countless guns appeared, pistols, sniper rifles, shotguns, rifles, etc., it can be said that from ancient times to the present, as long as they have been produced, there are all here.

Which man in the world doesn't love guns, but due to strict control, 90% of them have played with plastic bullets at most in their lives.

Desert Eagle, Western Cowboy's Revolver, Chinese Classic Ninety-Five, M99 Sniper, Barrett, AKM4 Micro Punch and many more.

Fang Huai didn't hesitate, and directly picked up the Desert Eagle with one hand, for this gun, for a period of time, he often dreamed of it.

Wesley was very satisfied with the excitement and heat in Fang Huai's eyes: "Interest is the biggest teacher, but this is far from enough for guns, and then I will spend half an hour telling you about the construction of guns, what guns are needed in each environment, and the other half an hour will cultivate your gun sense, and the last hour, test firing and observation."

"Observe?" Fang Huai was slightly stunned, this study was supposed to observe the teacher's movements.

"Okay, Mr. Wesley, it's all up to you."

"The gun is constructed with a trigger, barrel, spring, ......"

Wesley picked up a random Nine-Five, and with a flick of his wrist, the entire gun became a pile of parts.

"Wow" Fang Huai's eyes widened at the copper bell, and his mouth was wide open enough to fit an ostrich egg.

Disassembling firearms, he often sees them in movies, but with a flick of his wrist, the gun falls apart into parts, which is absolutely unique.

"Listen carefully."

Seeing Fang Huai's expression in his eyes, he nodded, what he wanted was this effect, learning anything, it was not enough to be interested, there must also be goals and motivation, otherwise he could only get started.

As for the gun sense, he just asked Fang Huai to play with each type for a few minutes, which is different from shooting, which requires a long time to play.

Finally, when it came to the test firing stage, Wesley walked out of the castle with Fang Huai, and with a wave of his hand, the entire space became a shooting range.

Any gun, unlimited bullets, forty minutes, Fang Huai had a good time with a gun.

However, the next teaching method completely made Fang Huai so sad that he vomited.

The scene outside the castle shifts, an open flat field, surrounded by woods, and two prisoners in prison uniforms kneeling on the flat ground in between.

"Execution ground?"

What is this going to do, Fang Huai looked closely, two death row prisoners were kneeling on the ground with their hands tied, and two black-clad and masked military policemen behind them were standing five meters away from them with guns in their hands.

Wesley pulled Fang Huai forward: "Keep your eyes open and watch." ”

"Isn't this the shooting of a condemned prisoner? Do you want me to see murder? Isn't it often shown in movies? ”

Just when he was puzzled, a scene appeared that he would never forget.

Wesley opened his lips lightly and said in a cold voice, "Start"

There were two snaps, and the two bullets slowly brought out a spiral like a camera replay, until they pierced the back of the prisoner's head. In an instant, blood splattered from the muzzle of the gun, followed by a little white stuff mixed with the blood.

The pace quickened, and the two prisoners fell to the ground, leaving only red and white objects mixed with blood and brains in midair, splashing everywhere.

Fang Huai suddenly thought of something, tofu brain, I don't want to be okay, this thought, wow, all of a sudden, he lowered his head and vomited wildly, which was even more shocking than ordinary shooting and killing.

"Spit, spit, get used to it," Wesley stepped forward and patted Fang Huai's back and said softly.

After waiting for a little better, Fang Huai called out the thief Chu Liuxiang, but who knew that the thief's words almost made him vomit blood.

"My light work must be converted by internal force, and you have no internal force."

"What?"

Fang Huai couldn't help but let out a low roar, didn't he say that as long as he was summoned, he could learn it, then he couldn't learn it now, what was this?

"But the power in your body seems to be transformable, so I'll teach you."

A big gasp for breath made Fang Huai take a good ride on the roller coaster.

The thief's light skill is claimed to be standing on the white horse, and the white horse can't feel a trace of weight, but when he is studying, Fang Huai really feels it.

The figure swayed, standing firmly on the horse's back, like a willow tree in the wind, no matter how the horse galloped, the thief's body only shook slightly.

I thought that although I couldn't learn profoundly, I could walk freely on the wall since I was young, but who knows, Chu Liuxiang only taught him to use the energy in his body, and through the transformation, his body was only a little lighter, that is, the level of special forces climbing, which made him a little disappointed.

In the subsequent driving skills, Fang Huai thought that he could finally relax and no longer have to be tortured, but when he actually sat in the co-pilot, he realized that his idea was very wrong.

Senna is a formula car god, and the experience track is also a formula track, Fang Huai, who can feel and learn well, when he saw the speed of the car rising to 300 yards, his face suddenly turned blue, and his right hand tightly grasped the handrail.

With a bang, a roar like the roar of a giant beast sounded, Fang Huai squinted, 400 yards, and then after seven or eight turns, he walked down with a pale face, bowed his head and vomited.

Time is money, and Senna waited for him to vomit, and without wiping his mouth clean, he dragged him into the car.

Driving, vehicle construction, maintenance, and cognition of various models, Fang Huai learned a good lesson, but the price paid was also quite miserable, and when the time was over, his face had not yet recovered.

For a few hours, Fang Huai went back and forth between sadness, vomiting, and excitement. When he finally finished studying, he hurriedly found a room, went in and found a stool to sit down and breathe.

Learn four skills and remove the forty scales, now is it time to learn something, or to keep, forget it, keep it for now, it's ready for emergencies. After deciding on it, Fang Huai withdrew from the Spirit Devouring Space.

The sky was slightly bright, Fang Huai looked at the watch on his wrist, it was half past seven in the morning, calculated the time, the time and reality in the ring space were actually synchronized, so that he would have to pay attention to it when learning skills in the future.

Following the road he came, Fang Huai ran all the way, after going down the mountain, he identified the route, followed the path, and went straight to a courtyard in the northwest of the county.

The yard is divided into two levels, with a front and back yard, with two adult bully dogs in the front yard and a small garden in the backyard.

Quietly went around to the backyard, activated the energy in his body, and his body was vertical, his hands clasped the top of the wall, and he pressed down hard, and his body used his strength to climb the wall.

Glancing left and right to confirm that there was no one, Fang Huai jumped into the courtyard and slowly walked to the corner along the wall.

On the second floor of this courtyard there are two rooms, one is Scar's master bedroom and the other is his two bodyguards, each with a homemade pistol. Downstairs, there are three small rooms, each with two people.

It can be said that this yard is quite well defended.

Fang Huai had been in this courtyard for more than two months, and he knew this courtyard well, and knew that the only loophole in the courtyard was the windows of the two bodyguards upstairs.

Nameng County is hot all year round, and one of the bodyguards sleeps with the window ajar open every night due to physical reasons, and only the screen window is closed, and Fang Huai takes advantage of this.

Silently climbed up the pipe, reached the window on the second floor, stepped on the protruding bolt on the pipe, and looked in, the snoring in the room was like thunder, and one of them was dripping saliva.

Hold the pipe with your right hand and gently pull open the screen with your left hand.

Suddenly, the man by the door snorted, Fang Huai hurriedly withdrew his hand, and his head also retracted. After waiting for half a ring, there was no other movement in the room, and when I looked again, it turned out that the man had turned over in his sleep.

He took a deep breath, pulled the half-open window open to the end, and leaned lightly into the room.

I went around the room, but no gun was found, and then I went around to the head of the bed next to the door, and saw a black thing on the pillow of the person lying on my side, and when I looked at it, it was the handle of the gun.

Walking forward lightly, Fang Huai bent down, stretched out his hand and approached little by little, finally, he held the handle of the gun with one hand, but at this moment, the man suddenly turned over.

"Hmm...... Hmmm"

As if he felt something under his head, the man snorted twice and shook his head, but he felt uncomfortable no matter how he adjusted his position, and the more he twisted, the more he responded, so between the twists and turns, his eyelids moved slightly and he opened his eyes.

The big eyes stared at the small eyes, and the two of them were stunned at the same time.

"Fang Huai?"

Hearing the shout, Fang Huai suddenly pulled out his pistol, held the handle and smashed it down on the man's forehead.

"Ahh

Suddenly a wail rang out.

"Oops, miscalculated"

If you want to knock a person unconscious, you must hit the artery in the neck to temporarily cut off the blood flow, but the person is lying flat, so this time it can only be hit on the forehead.

The sound alarmed the upstairs and downstairs, the vicious dogs in the yard had begun to bark, and the other person in the house had already woken up.

It takes a few seconds to sleep until he wakes up, and then he sees things clearly, Fang Huai took advantage of this point in time to quickly open the insurance, raised his hand and shot the forehead of the person who had just woken up.