By machines, Lewis could only think of modern equipment that possessed great power and precision beyond the reach of humans.

Of course, failure is also an essential part, but it is not the norm for machines.

Leaving the brothel, Lewis opened his pocket watch and took a look, it was exactly 12 o'clock, and it was already lunchtime.

"Perhaps, the meaning of a machine should be more conceptual." Looking at the hands of the pocket watch in his hand, Lewis suddenly realized. Man cannot be more precise than a machine, nor can he possess more power than a machine, even if he is extraordinary.

"Rational! In any situation, it is not alarmed, and only does what it is supposed to do, this is the real machine. ”

Lewis jotted down the words, and his spirit quickly responded with it, meaning that his speculation met the potion's requirements.

"It's great, I've seen too many modern machines compared to people in this world, so I can easily summarize the rules of acting." Lewis was a little excited, and at the current pace, it might only take a few months for him to digest the potion.

Walking to the shooting club below the police department, Lewis looked behind him, and in addition to the malicious gaze, he felt another look of observation.

Lewis doesn't care about this kind of gaze, he just wants to use his supernatural powers to learn shooting and martial arts now.

For low-level transcendents, supernatural abilities may not always come in handy, and shooting and fighting are the easiest and most cost-effective to improve their life-saving methods.

In fact, in the lower sequence, if you meet head-on, the fate of the transcendent with the talent of fighting and shooting is not necessarily worse than the other. Compared to the transcendents of other paths, the ability of the path of fate is just not so weird.

After half a year's membership with two pounds, Lewis rented a pistol for five sylphers and seven swellers for twenty rounds of ammunition.

Lewis frowned, it was too expensive for unofficial personnel to do things, just one shooting training session, it would cost a pound, and this was still without counting the membership fee.

At ten o'clock in the afternoon, there were not many people in the underground shooting range, and Lewis saw Klein, panicked slightly, and almost quit playing the machine.

"Now, Amon's doppelganger is watching me, if Amon is allowed to meet Klein in advance, will it cause the Source Fort to fall into the hands of Amon?"

Lewis shook his head and dispelled this concern, Crane and he were both dependents of the Night Goddess, and the Night Goddess was the Lord of Crimson, the Mother of Secrets, and would definitely protect Crane so that Crane could grow up.

In fact, if Crane's special ability was seen at a glance by high-level transcendentals, then Crane didn't know how many times he had died in Sequence 9.

The super plug-in of Yuanbao is fatal to the attraction of the Gou Sanjia, and it is even stronger than the attraction of a peerless beauty to a pervert.

Lewis felt the weight of the pistol only slightly, immediately loaded the pistol, stood outside the sight line and fired.

Bang!

The first shot was nine rings, and Lewis adjusted again, then shot.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three shots in a row, all of them were ten rings, and they were even accurate enough to hit two bullets in the same position.

Lewis couldn't help but feel a little proud in his heart, worthy of being a transcendent on the path of fate, with this hand alone, he had enough power to protect himself when facing a low-rank transcendent.

The corners of Klein's mouth twitched, in fact, all the ten bullets he used for practice missed the target. If it weren't for Lewis's performance, he would have even doubted the accuracy of firearms in this world.

Klein put away his gun, came to Lewis, and saluted, "Sir, your marksmanship is amazing!" I'd like to ask you a little bit about my experience. ”

Lewis glanced at Klein, who was also a traverser, and he didn't mind teaching Crane something, provided he really had the so-called experience.

"I'm sorry, but it's actually my first time practicing guns, and I think all I can teach you is aiming, loading, and shooting."

As he spoke, Lewis fired a shot that hit the bull's-eye.

Crane shook his head and walked away, no matter what the world, there are always some nasty guys. And these guys often have a disgusting nickname - genius.

Leaving the shooting club, Klein once again noticed the stinging sensation of his gaze, he didn't know who was targeting him, and he didn't know the purpose of the other party.

After Klein left, Lewis switched to a moving target, and by the time he had finished firing twenty rounds, the moving target could easily hit the Ten Rings.

"So it's so easy to shoot." Lewis put down his pistol, if only he had this ability before the crossing, then he would definitely choose to join the army, and he would never let the "boss" crush him.

After only half an hour of practice with thirty rounds, it was still early in the afternoon, and Lewis put his mind back on martial arts.

In this era, due to the advent of firearms, martial arts skills have been abandoned by most people, and it is not easy to find a good martial arts teacher.

Gawain, Crane's first martial arts instructor, Lewis got the idea at the former knight.

Although this knight has been psychologically shadowed by guns in the war, the opponent's fighting skills are still very superb, in order to fight against Amon, you might as well learn martial arts with this knight.

As he said he would, Lewis returned the gun to the club and rushed to the outskirts of the North Side in a quaint, dilapidated two-story house.

Pushing open the rotten iron bar, Lewis saw the weather-beaten old knight Gawain.

"Young man, are you going in the wrong direction?" Gawain glanced up slightly at Lewis, looking rather impatient.

"No, Mr. Gawain, I've come to you to learn martial arts, and I've heard that you're a true martial artist." Lewis took off his top hat and said sincerely.

"Fighting?" Gawain put down the wine glass in his hand, with a slight taste of self-deprecation, and said, "No, you don't need to fight, you just need to find a pistol, and then shoot and shoot." Trust me, it's a lot more useful than martial arts. ”

Lewis had already guessed the reaction of the former knight who had been hit by a firearm, and if he hadn't opened Gawain's knot as soon as possible, learning martial arts would probably have been lost.

"Mr. Gawain, in fact, fighting and firearms do not conflict, I think that martial arts can cooperate with firearms to fight for the greatest advantage in the ever-changing battlefield." Lewis tried to recall some of the special forces combat methods he had seen on the film and television, and told Gawain to listen.

In fact, the weapons in the mysterious world are still far from the era in which he lives, and neither guns nor weapons are powerful enough to be beyond the reach of manpower. In the face of a gunman, only a dozen unarmed people are needed to be captured alive, without fear of death.

Gawain put down his glass, and his ears pricked up as he listened, and Lewis was talking about a train of thought he had never heard of.

In particular, the sentence "Seven steps away from the gun is fast, and the person within seven steps is fast" made him find inspiration.

If you really train the way Lewis said, maybe one day, the art of martial arts can shine in modern warfare, and the knights will usher in glory again.

After Lewis finished speaking, Gawain slowed down for a minute before he got out of the other party's assumptions, and he said lightly, "You try to punch me." ”