Dean returned home.

Holden's words kept lingering in his head, echoing over and over again.

"I am here to personally guide you on how to use your gifts and talents legally and compliantly! Allowing you to find a balance between crazy and organized! ”

Dean was deeply entangled.

"NO, to be a guinea pig for this deranged FBI is not to send a sheep into the mouth of a tiger and expose his abnormality!"

Dean is also not interested in being an FBI follower or experimenter.

"Come on, Holden is just an ordinary person, he can't see the 'shadow', as long as he is careful, he can't find anything."

There was a slight benefit that Dean could hardly refuse.

After these days of private exploration, Dean has some experience in the triggering principle of the system's certified 'event', which is basically impossible to trigger in ordinary daily life.

But if there is an unknown mystery or death event around you, then there is a high probability that it will be triggered.

And the FBI and LVPD, who spend all day in the company of various cases, are almost a ready-made "mission trigger".

"If you use Holden's channels, you can trigger a large number of 'events', gain experience, and gain proficiency."

"Investigate this job and fully understand the laws, rules and regulations, so that you can better walk outside the rules in the future."

"If you're not used to me being around for a while, you're going to flash people?"

Two incompatible thoughts fought in his mind, and he was temporarily unable to make a decision, losing sleep again.

……

"Man, where did you go yesterday? Everyone searched all the places, but they couldn't find you," Early in the morning, Rust knocked on the door with Britney to visit,

"I'm not used to that kind of occasion, and I feel irritable and panicked," Dean opened the door with a faint dark circle under his eyes, sat back down at the table, and invited the two to enjoy a mountain of fried eggs, sausages, and milk.

Rust unceremoniously sat down across from him to eat and drink, and turned on the TV, "If you don't leave at that time, you will enjoy the same superstar treatment as Caroline!" ”

Dean shook his head unconcernedly.

"But I have bad news for you."

Britney quipped,

"Caroline was so popular, she signed with the company, and she would run all Nevada with the band for a long time, probably only once in a few months."

Dean swallowed a whole sausage in one gulp, his cheeks bulging into squirrels, and a hint of relief and satisfaction appeared in his eyes.

"I'm really happy for Caroline to be able to achieve her dream of becoming a big star."

"Quiet, watch TV!" Rust reminded, and the two of them were drawn to the past.

On the screen, Catherine Medici, the well-known hostess of the morning news, is aiming the charming V-shaped deep groove at the local music legend of Vegas, the gray-haired old man's guest.

The latter looked silently into the ditch.

And the content of the conversation between the two -

"The coquettish hostess is introducing you, man, she praises you as a hero, a savior!" Rust looked at his friend excitedly and proudly, "I promise you're about to become a household name in Vegas, more famous than Caroline!" ”

"Shet!"

……

After the memorial service, the time has come to early June, and Nevada State High School has completely entered the rhythm of summer vacation.

But some people have become extremely busy.

As Britney said, Caroline entered the role of a newcomer in the music industry, and every day she and the band Good Morning and her agent Robert went back and forth between Las Vegas, Carson and other Nevada city TV stations and shopping malls.

Too busy to see anyone.

And Rust and Britney Spears live a two-person world, shopping, studying hard to prepare for the SAT, and trying to get the college admission of their choice next year.

Dean doesn't want to be a light bulb and is free to allocate his time.

But the news about Lake Mead on the TV news continued to ferment, and it had some substantial effects on his life.

"Hi, Dean!"

A fat old white man on the street greeted him happily, and before him, three strange passers-by recognized Dean and greeted him warmly, and a young Asian boy even asked him for an autograph.

……

"Chingchong who is a liar!"

Two black children on the street ran past him and raised their middle fingers,

"Fake Hero!"

Dean quietly summoned Shadow.

In the next second, the two ghost cubs who slipped away from him were tripped at the same time and fell head-on!

The knocking sound of the gum-making brain knocking on the ground, and a few terrible screams.

Blood splattered.

The left side broke his nose, the right side broke a front tooth, and he lay on the ground wailing, leaving a few pools of dirty blood.

Dean chuckled and strode away.

……

"Morning, Dean!"

Three young girls in hot pants vests, long hair fluttering, and hot bodies blocked his way,

Dean glanced at them and vaguely recognized them as members of the school's baseball cheerleading squad.

"Do you have time for the summer vacation?" The red-haired girl in the center looked at him affectionately, as if she had been secretly in love with him for a long time.

"Something?" Dean raised his eyebrows, the girls were in great shape, full of vitality, but their skin was a little freckles, and their facial features were not exquisite.

"We are ready to drive all the way to Santa Monica Beach for a tour, worried about danger on the road, you are so good at it, you will be Chinese kongfu!" The red-haired girl made a coquettish fist hug salute, "Would you like to be a flower messenger and set off with us?" ”

"We will thank you well and will not let you down."

Thanks for the accentuated tone above.

The three girls straightened their strong breasts at him and kept winking at him.

Red blue brown eyes.

The waves below are rough,

Dean accidentally turned on God's perspective, and then for a moment his eyes were dizzy and his nasal cavity was hot.

But he's not an animal in heat,

"Sorry, not available."

……

According to the summer vacation plan that had been made a long time ago, Dean found the bearded Jacob and Tang Ya next door, expressed their gratitude to the other party for visiting him in the hospital many times, and then explained his intentions.

"Going to the shooting range to practice guns? I've been waiting for your words for a long time. But are you sure the body is recovering? ”

Jacob asked, holding the pruning shears with a concerned look in his eyes,

Dean puffed out the well-developed biceps brachii on his arm,

"Don't forget the blood that flows in my body, the wound has long been healed. I now want to urgently increase my combat effectiveness. ”

"You're unlucky enough kid, you were burgled and robbed not long ago, and then threatened by gunmen. It's time to improve your self-preservation, I can't let your uncle come back and see a scarred nephew. ”

……

The two drove to the Struggle Field Shooting Range in South Las Vegas, an outdoor shooting range in the wilderness.

In fact, there are a lot of items that cost money at the shooting range, such as shooting tracks, rental guns, bullets, soundproof earmuffs, and even shooting targets.

But it's still more affordable than buying a gun and a bullet to practice in the field.

Jacob mortgaged his driver's license and bank card behind the counter.

The staff took them to pick up guns.

Dean was dazzled by the wide variety of firearms, including fully automatic pistols, rifles, and even sniper rifles with mounts.

Dean repeatedly examines the internal structure of the gun with God's perspective and confirms that it is correct.

By the way, now he has developed a habit of offering a big gift to people or things he is interested in when he meets - a perspective from God's perspective.

Dean rented a Colt M1911A1 with his most familiar seven-round magazine from a pile of shooting range training firearms, and for ten dollars, the gun was modified for more sustained firepower.

In addition, he brought the AR-15 he kept at home, saving ten dollars on the rental of the rifle.

The crew led the two to the wide shooting range.

Begin with some basic explanations for newcomer Dean: gun safety, firearm usage procedures, and how to load, unload, and shoot.

"Always aim your gun at the shooting path and not at anyone, including yourself. In the non-firing state, do not put your finger on the trigger. When the shooting is over, remember to clean the barrel of the unfired bullets. ”

"Hmm."

"Holding the gun with both hands, aiming at the target, opening the safety, and pulling the trigger, it's simple, isn't it?"

The staff were concise, smiling, relaxed, and seemed to just treat shooting as a game.

……

Jacob also showed off his shooting skills.

This guy is hidden.

Within 20 meters, the pistol fired almost 100 shots, and the rifle could withstand the recoil to maintain a high hit rate, and a series of bullet casings were thrown away with green smoke, and the target was torn to pieces in the blink of an eye.

He then picked a 10-meter chest target for Dean and instructed him to make a standard two-handed gun shooting gesture.

Dean pulled the trigger and drained two seven-round magazines in one go.

There were only three misses, but the number of rings was relatively evenly distributed.

"The accuracy is good, but it's slower. But it's not like your uncle said he never touched a gun. ”

Jacob's beard trembled with astonishment,

"A few shots at Lake Mead..."

Dean closed his eyes and savored.

Compared with practicing his gun against the "shadow" in the field some time ago, his shooting accuracy has also improved slightly.

As his proficiency grew, he began to get used to the recoil of the Colt pistol.

And after each shot, Lv0's shooting skills will give him a little different feeling, so that he unconsciously slightly corrects the next shot.

"You have talent, practice more, you can consider developing in the direction of bodyguards in the future, or go to be a COP, but don't join the army."

"Now, change to a fifteen-meter target."

Dean spent the whole morning in the shooting range.

He couldn't remember how many magazines he had emphasized, and he had experienced both pistols and rifles many times.

After firing two magazines each time, I sit down and rest for a while to relieve the soreness in my wrists.

In the last half day, the shooting proficiency increased by 4 points to LV0 (54/100).

His pistol shooting performance is not bad, and the target within 20 meters can have a 70% hit rate, and as for how many rings, the fluctuations are very large.

But the rifle, because of the recoil problem, is much worse, and he doesn't like this kind of bulky guy.

In the afternoon, he endured the soreness and continued to practice guns.

"Man, good technique!"

A man in a short white shirt, with a strong build, and a distinctly German face approached.

Dean took off his sound-isolating headphones and emptied the bullets from the chamber of his gun, his eyes puzzled.

"I'm the boss of the field of struggle, Luca Andrés." The man waved his hand at Jacob behind Dean, "I'm also a good friend of your uncle Paqui and Jacob, and I've heard about you." Well done, you're a real man, a hero you deserve. ”

The man gave him a thumbs up,

"As a Las Vegas native, to thank you for your contributions to my hometown. For the next year, the Fight Realm will be open to you for free in all directions, anytime, with any gun you like! As long as you agree to take a photo with me. ”

"You're too generous, then I'll take it."

Dean decisively agreed, and this morning experience, he has understood the benefits of the shooting range, there is no need to hide in the field to shoot, and there will never be a shortage of bullets.

The efficiency of proficiency improvement is much higher than that of training alone, you can have five or six points a day, and it will take less than half a month to shoot up!

And without the cost of the shooting range, you can save thousands of dollars a month!

"Let's go, man, let's take a picture!" Andres smiled.

……

Time passes in regular training.

Nearly ten days.

Dean spends his time at the shooting range from morning to night, training in devilish shooting with the strong resilience of Iron Man's talent.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The sound of a bullet piercing the air.

Dean clenched Colt with both hands and fired three shots in quick succession.

Twenty-five meters away, three tiny bullet holes burst into the chest of a humanoid scar erected on the ground.

You use the Colt M1911A1 and hit the heart of the target at a distance of 25 meters.

Mastery +1, (99/100→100/100)

Do you want to upgrade?

Confirm!

Shot Lv0→ Lv1 (0/200)

Some of your stats have been enhanced.

Sensitivity: 11.6→12.1

Perception: 9→10

Dean lay in front of the shooting path with his eyes closed, his breath short, his body trembling slightly.

Didi!

A stream of sweat dripped down his forehead and fell onto the dry sand.

He felt a strange energy gushing out from the depths of his body, swimming through the tendons, fascias, and ligaments of his hands and feet, like a group of miniature repair robots patrolling and working in his body, repairing, lengthening, and strengthening his fascia, tendons, and ligaments.

The energy finally flows through the eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and tongue, which represent the five senses.

That refreshing feeling.

Dean seemed to take a deep breath of wind oil essence, and the refreshing coolness penetrated from the countless pores of his body.

Fluttering, he almost lost consciousness.

Two minutes later.

Dean let out a long exhale, sweating profusely, straightened up, opened his eyes, and looked at the target in the distance.

Originally, because of the hard work I used to study, my slightly myopic vision completely returned to normal.

It's magical.

Every bullet hole of the target that had been a blur two minutes ago became visible, as if looking through a telescope...

Dean turned to look around.

The faint smell of gunpowder and sweat surged through the air, and insects crawled and rustled in the grass behind them.

The skin is alive, and I keenly perceive a hot and dry air flow of early Las Vegas summer constantly brushing the back of my hands and neck.

A little perceptual boost.

Take Dean to a whole new level.

Visual, auditory, smelly, tactile, and taste senses are enhanced in all directions.

Indirectly affects attacks and evasions.

Indescribable intuition should also be boosted.

Dean twisted his hands and feet joints, jumped on the spot a few times, and then stood on the ground with his left foot, raised his right leg to near the level, and slowly squatted with his left leg.

After a few difficult balance movements, he clearly felt that his body had become lighter and his balance had improved.

This is the effect of a sensitivity lift.

As for the speed of reaction related to sensitivity, it is not yet visible.

"Fighting has been upgraded, and strength, physique, and agility have all been increased by 0.5."

"Shooting upgrade, sensitivity 0.5, perception can be increased by 1 point."

"The focus of the two skills is completely different, but the total attributes of the increase are 1.5, covering the four attributes of strength, physique, agility, and perception."

"And the Shadow of the Past upgrade can improve the spiritual attributes."

"So now I lack a skill to improve the will attribute, but the effect of the will is not obvious, so there is no need to worry for the time being."

Dean reloaded Colt's magazines while absorbing the vast amount of knowledge about firearms and shooting that flowed through his mind after the shooting upgrade.

Most pistols, a few rifles, shotguns... Tracer bullets, armor-piercing bullets, various bullets...

Basic Weaver shooting, Mozambique shooting...

Absorb.

Then it settles into the depths of my mind.

When you use it, you instinctively arm your body.

Now his level is roughly equivalent to five or six months of continuous practice of pistol shooting?

Dean leaned forward and held the gun in both hands, his elbows slightly bent, his right shoulder pulled back, his right hand pushed the gun forward, his left palm gently wrapped around the knuckles of his right hand and pulled back, his right foot took a small step back, and his body turned sideways about 30 to 45 degrees...

"Bang!"

Wrist shock.

The muzzle of the gun rises slightly.

Bullets go up.

A small hole broke in the center of the suddenly erected head target at twenty meters.

"Right in the bull's-eye, Ten Rings!"

Dean rubbed his wrist with satisfaction, and when he saw that the sky was dark, the sun was setting in the west, and the sky was dyed with a layer of brilliant fiery clouds.

Fighting and shooting have been increased to lv1,

There is an extra confidence in my heart.

"Tomorrow is the right time to talk to Holden."