Mystery: Starting from Meeting Amon

Chapter 7 Shooting and Fighting

When Lewis thought of machines, he could only think of modern devices that worked diligently, possessing not only enormous power but also precision beyond the reach of humankind.

Of course, failures are inevitable, but that is not the norm for machines.

After leaving the brothel, Lewis opened his pocket watch and took a look. It was exactly 12 o'clock, and it was already lunch time.

"Perhaps, the meaning of machine should be more conceptual." Looking at the diligent operation of the pocket watch hands in his hand, Lewis suddenly realized that humans could not be more precise than machines, nor could they have more powerful power than machines, even if they were extraordinary.

"Rationality! Stay calm in any situation and just do what you should do. This is a real machine."

Lewis wrote this down, and his spirituality soon gave feedback, which meant that his speculation met the requirements of the potion.

"Very good. Compared with the people in this world, I have seen too many modern machines, which allows me to easily summarize the rules of acting." Lewis felt a little excited. According to the current progress, it might only take a few months for him to digest the potion.

Walking to the shooting club below the police station, Lewis looked behind him. In addition to the malicious gaze, he also felt a sense of observation.

Lewis didn't care about this kind of sight. He just wanted to make good use of his extraordinary power and learn shooting and fighting.

For low-sequence extraordinary people, extraordinary abilities may not be useful all the time. If they want to improve their means of survival, shooting and fighting are the easiest and most cost-effective.

In fact, at the low-sequence stage, if they meet head-on, the Fate Path Transcendents with fighting and shooting talents are not necessarily worse than those from other paths. Compared to Transcendents from other paths, the abilities of the Fate Path Transcendents are just not that weird.

Lewis paid two pounds for a six-month membership, rented a pistol for five soli, and bought twenty rounds of ammunition for seven soli.

Lewis frowned. It was too expensive for unofficial personnel to do the work. Just one shooting training would cost one pound, and that was not including the membership fee.

At 10 p.m., there were not many people at the underground shooting range. When Lewis saw Klein, he panicked a little and almost quit the role-playing state of the machine.

"Right now, Amon's clone is watching me. If Amon meets Klein ahead of time, will Sefirah Castle fall into Amon's hands?"

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

In fact, if Klein's peculiarity could be seen at a glance by a high-level transcendent, Klein would have died several times by the time he reached Sequence Nine.

The attraction of a super plug-in like Sefirah Castle to the Gou San family is fatal. It is even stronger than the attraction of a peerless beauty to a pervert.

Lewis just felt the weight of the pistol slightly, then immediately loaded the pistol, stood outside the aiming line and fired.

boom!
The first shot hit nine rings, Lewis adjusted again, and then shot.

boom! boom! boom!
Three consecutive shots, all hit the ten rings, and it was even so accurate that two bullets could hit the same position.

Lewis couldn't help feeling a little proud in his heart, as if he was a transcendent who passed through the destiny. With this skill alone, he had enough power to protect himself when facing low-sequence transcendents.

Klein's mouth twitched. In fact, all the ten bullets he practiced with missed the target. If he hadn't seen Lewis's performance, he would have even doubted the accuracy of guns in this world.

Klein put away his gun, walked up to Lewis, saluted and said, "Sir, your shooting skills are amazing! I would like to ask you for some advice."

Lewis glanced at Klein. As a fellow time traveler, he didn't mind teaching Klein something, provided he really had the so-called experience. "Sorry, this is actually my first time practicing with a gun. I think all I can teach you is aiming, loading, and firing."

As he spoke, Lewis fired a shot and the bullet hit the bull's eye.

Klein shook his head and walked away. No matter which world, there are always some annoying guys. And these guys often have a disgusting nickname - genius.

After leaving the shooting club, Klein once again felt the stinging sensation of being stared at. He didn't know who was staring at him, and he didn't know the other party's purpose.

After Klein left, Lewis switched to a moving target. After firing twenty rounds, he could easily hit the ten rings with the moving target.

"So shooting is so simple." Lewis put down his pistol. If he had this ability before traveling through time, he would definitely choose to join the army and would never let his "boss" exploit him.

After practicing for only half an hour with thirty rounds of bullets, it was still early in the afternoon, so Lewis turned his attention to fighting.

In this era, due to the emergence of firearms, fighting techniques have been abandoned by most people, and it is not easy to find an excellent fighting teacher.

Gawain, Klein's first combat instructor, Lewis set his sights on this former knight.

Although this knight has suffered psychological trauma from the guns in the war, his fighting skills are still very advanced. In order to fight against Amon, you might as well learn fighting from this knight.

Lewis did as he said. He returned the gun to the club and then rushed to the suburbs of the northern city, to a two-story house with a quaint style and years of disrepair.

Pushing open the rotten iron gate, Lewis saw the weathered old knight Gawain.

“Young man, are you going in the wrong direction?” Gawain raised his head slightly and glanced at Lewis, appearing quite impatient.

"No, Mr. Gawain, I'm here to learn fighting from you. I heard that you're a real master of fighting." Lewis took off his hat and said sincerely.

"Fight?" Gawain put down the wine glass in his hand and said with a hint of self-mockery, "No, you don't need to fight. You just need to find a pistol and then shoot. Believe me, this is much more useful than fighting."

Lewis had long guessed the reaction of this former knight who had suffered psychological trauma from the gun. If Gawain's heart knot could not be resolved as soon as possible, there would be no hope for him to learn fighting.

"Mr. Gao Wen, in fact, fighting and firearms are not in conflict. I believe that fighting can be combined with firearms to gain the greatest advantage in the ever-changing battlefield." Lewis tried to recall some special forces combat methods seen in movies and TV shows, and told them to Gao Wen.

In fact, the weapons in the secret world are still far behind those in the era he lives in. No matter the guns or weapons, they are not so powerful that they cannot be achieved by human power. Facing a gunman, only a dozen unarmed people are needed to capture him alive, without fear of death.

Gawain put down his glass and pricked up his ears as he listened. What Lewis said was a line of thought he had never heard of before.

Especially the sentence "The gun is fast beyond seven steps, and the person is fast within seven steps" gave him inspiration.

If we really train in the way Lewis said, maybe one day, martial arts will shine in modern warfare and the Knights will once again usher in glory.

After Lewis finished speaking, Gao Wen took a minute to get rid of the other party's assumptions. He said lightly, "You try to punch me."

(End of this chapter)