Rosen had to admit that Sloane's so-called assassin bloodline might be real.

Because he saw with his own eyes, in just a few days, Wesley defeated the Repairman, the Butcher, and Fox...... He has passed the four major trials of the textile factory one after another, and has grown from a coward who is submissive and cuckolded to a confident and proud man.

And before Wesley is completely out of the division, there is only one last and most difficult trial left - arc shooting.

Training ground.

On the open field, a disemboweling fat pig was hung in the middle by a hook, and the bullet holes on his body were large and small, proving how hard the man in training was.

Boom!

Another gunshot rang out, and the bullet hit the edge of the fat pig, and Wesley shook his head in disappointment, and put down his pistol in discouragement, his hands on the table, sulking in his heart.

"No, I can't do it!"

Wesley was annoyed by his incompetence, and he couldn't understand why he couldn't learn the arc shot despite all the effort he had tried.

"Wesley, don't aim with your eyes."

The mechanic picked up Wesley's pistol and explained as he demonstrated, "Use your heart, use your instincts to pull you." ”

On the high platform on the side, Rosen was stealing the master, he grabbed the railing and looked down, carefully observing the mechanic's movements, and remembered everything by heart.

"So it's arc shooting, it's so simple."

Under the effect of master shooting skills, Lawson only glanced at it, and learned this arc shooting, and even felt that he could still innovate on this basis, surpass the group of killers in the textile factory, and use firearms other than pistols to complete the operation of bullet turning.

"Should I say, is this talent?"

What he once dreamed of was so easily mastered, Rosen couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and at the same time, he had to admit that he still underestimated Nobita.

In his childhood memories, Nobita in the cartoon had poor academic performance, and was often bullied by his friends Xiaofu and Fat Tiger, even if he got high-tech props from Doraemon, he was always happy for a long time, and he messed up things because of his pride, and ended up asking for himself.

But even such Nobita, he still has a shining point beyond ordinary people, and his divine marksmanship can be said to be the existence of the entire "Doraemon" universe, and its strength is so strong that no matter which universe it is placed in without superpowers, it can get ahead.

No, it should be said that even if it is placed in a universe with superpowers, Nobita can rely on his own skills to mix well, just like the Marvel universe where Rosen is located, even Hawkeye can be mixed into a member of the Avengers, and a group of people who are far stronger than him are brothers, then Nobita will definitely be able to do it.

In other words, Lawson, who now has all the abilities of Nobita, may be able to become a member of the Avengers, at least, it is not difficult to join S.H.I.E.L.D. at all.

However, Rosen wouldn't do that, the water of S.H.I.E.L.D. is too deep, and the members in it are mixed, and the thieves he knows alone are Hydra and Skrull, who can guarantee that there are no other evil organizations in it?

Saying that this is a little too far away, Lawson took his thoughts back to the present, and the situation in the training ground has changed again at this moment.

Bang bang bang!

The pistol kept firing, and the poor big fat pig was beaten to pieces, and it is estimated that this pig never dreamed that he had already been slaughtered, but he could still die again today.

"Alright, that's enough!"

Fox couldn't stand it and stopped Wesley's training, in her eyes, where Wesley was training at this time, he was simply venting the impotent anger in his chest.

This kind of behavior does not do much to the training of arc shooting, and may even revert the already modest progress.

Bang bang bang!

Wesley didn't stop, responding to another round of Fox's fire, he took a breath and emptied the entire magazine of his pistol, and was about to reload when the mechanic standing behind grabbed his arm and stopped the man.

"Didn't you hear Fox, she said to stop!"

Wesley was in a hurry, and the mechanic was even more anxious than him, after all, for every minute Wesley wasted on arc shooting, the cross could kill one more member of the textile factory, and there was really not much time left for them.

Boom!

This time, instead of shooting, Wes slammed his fist on the table, and he could feel that he was only one small film away from learning to shoot in an arc.

However, it was such a small film, but at this moment it was like a solid line of defense, blocking him from the outside, and he couldn't rush in.

"Let's use that method."

Pulling the mechanic to the back, Fawkes looked into the other's eyes and said.

"That's it."

The mechanic sighed, he understood that Fawkes's solution was to use himself as an obstacle and force Wesley to shoot.

Of course, this method is very dangerous, and if Wesley disappoints people and still does not open his mind, the person who is the obstacle will inevitably have a bloody hole in his body from the bullet.

"Are you here this time, or am I coming?"

The mechanic's question was so insincere that Fawkes couldn't help but pout and said, "If you like it, I'll give you this opportunity." ”

"Forget it."

The mechanic waved his hand again and again, refused, and said: "It's better for you to come, I can see that the kid is obviously looking at you wrong, if he is really not sure, he will definitely not shoot, but if it is replaced by me, ......"

He didn't finish speaking, and Fox understood what he meant, and with the mechanic's practice of letting Wes use the dead corpse to shoot targets on the first day, I believe that Wesley will definitely not let go of this good opportunity, and it must be a personal vendetta for the communiqué.

Stepping on high heels, Fox walked in front of Wesley, blocked the obstacle fat pig behind him, then looked at Wesley, and said solemnly: "Again, this time the target is still the bullseye behind." ”

"You're crazy, Fawkes, I can't do that."

Wesley refused to pick up the pistol, and he looked back at the mechanic, hoping that he would stop him, but the mechanic didn't say anything, just looked at the target in the distance with a pair of eyes.

"No, I really can't."

Wesley grabbed his hair with both hands, his heart was entangled, standing in his place, if he wanted to shoot the bull's-eye, he had to let the bullet go around Fawkes's head, and the slightest mistake would end up with his head blooming and blood splattered on the spot.

His heart was beating wildly in his chest, Wesley's face flushed, he looked at Fawkes's eyes full of trust, exhaled deeply, picked up the pistol on the table, and gritted his teeth in his heart, and fired the shot that he had practiced countless times!