Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 316 How to Become a Gunner

Gen Yuzi could understand what Senior Kazama meant. Forgetting the rules and following them was to allow the use of firearms to be ingrained in one's bones and form muscle memory similar to conditioned reflexes.

But knowing is one thing, and doing is another.

"Draw your guns!" Takusa Kazama commanded.

Yuan Yuzi quickly drew her gun and aimed at the iron target.

"Too slow, try again."

Gen Yuzi put the pistol back in place, concentrating and tense, with her fingers hovering over the handle, waiting for Fengjian's instructions, but unexpectedly the latter suddenly said, "Stand still!"

Gen Yuzi drew her gun subconsciously, but she realized it belatedly and quickly put it away and stood still. Kazama Takusai did not criticize her, but asked her to return to her position and start again.

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"Draw your gun!"

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"Wrong, a stupid mistake. You can't put your finger on the trigger... try again."

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"Draw your gun!"

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"It's still too slow. It should be at least within 0.5 seconds...try again."

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For the next five hours, Yuan Yuzi didn't fire a single shot. She practiced drawing her gun the whole time, and her arm was almost broken. Only then did she realize that firearms training was a profound subject, and she had just touched the threshold.

As night fell, Takusai Kazama noticed that Gen Tamako's condition began to decline, so he stopped the training and asked Gen Tamako to continue tomorrow, otherwise her feel would deteriorate, which would be equivalent to a day of training in vain.

Gen Yuzi agreed. Although she was tired, she felt that she was really making progress and had learned a lot of new things. Even the simplest way of drawing a gun had many tricks. Senior Fengjian had said during training that a gunner could change his fate even if he was a split second faster.

Before leaving, she couldn't help but ask Senior Fengjian how long it would take to train an action like drawing a gun, and to what level one would need to practice to pass.

She asked this not because she was discouraged, but to set a goal for herself.

Fengjian Takusai was craving for cigarettes, but he still didn't light a cigarette. Instead, he played with the lighter with his thumb and said casually:

"If Fushimi Shika can't hit your bullet, you'll pass."

Yuan Yuzi thought to herself, what kind of criteria is this? It's really strange. She won't fight with Fushimi-kun.

"Can you be more specific?" she asked.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Takusai Kazama wanted to send her away quickly, but considering that he owed her a favor, he could only patiently say, "You should know that humans cannot voluntarily slow down their perception of time. If that's the case, how did Fushimi Shika get hit by the bullet?"

"By intuition?" Yuan Yuzi guessed.

"Human reaction speed, nerve conduction speed, and muscle control ability all have physiological limits. You can't do that kind of thing just by relying on intuition."

As he spoke, Takusai Kazama walked out of the shooting range, crossed the corridor, and pressed the elevator. He planned to go upstairs to the bar for a drink.

While waiting, he continued, "Some people try to break through their physical limits through meditation, asceticism, so-called secret techniques, etc. They are all fools. In the end, they either cripple themselves or kill themselves."

"Ah?" Yuan Yuzi was very surprised. One of her life creeds is "hard work will be rewarded". It was difficult for her to accept the fact that her efforts did not bring any rewards.

"Listen carefully, some people are geniuses, born with one thing more stubborn than others. Even if ordinary people train their whole lives, they can never reach the threshold of genius... Their reactions are faster, their strength is greater, their IQ is higher, and they can surpass ordinary people with just a little learning."

These words shocked Yuan Yuzi a little. She subconsciously asked: "Then, then what's the point of my hard training..."

"How do you know if you are a genius if you don't practice?" Kazama Takusai asked back.

Yuan Yuzi thought this was too cruel. She suddenly felt empathy for the contestants in the competition. Sometimes God was not so fair.

Ding, the elevator stopped, and Fengjian Takusai said goodbye. Before leaving, he comforted her with a few words: "Even if you can't reach the level of a genius, at least you can surpass most ordinary people..."

Before the elevator door closed, Yuan Yuzi asked, "What is the level of genius?"

"How should I know?" Fengjian Takusai laughed dumbly and lowered his head to light a cigarette: "For them, time is probably just standing still, right?"

Upon hearing this, Yuan Yuzi was stunned for a few seconds, looking thoughtful.

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The words are divided into two parts.

After Fushimi Shika went out, he took Satake Gen's car to a high-end restaurant in Ikebukuro.

While Gen Tamako was practicing shooting at the shooting range downstairs, Fushimi Shika was feasting on a meal upstairs. There was also a beautiful waitress in the private room, pouring wine for him by leaning against his arm.

Before eating, Fushimi Shika tried to test the waiter, hugged him and kissed him, and fed him food and drinks very gentlemanly, making sure that there was no drug in the food and drinks. As soon as he loosened his grip, he told the waiter to get out and not get in the way of his meal.

There were not many people in the box, all of them were old acquaintances. In addition to Satake Gen, Ishii Ryumasa was also there. As for Zhao Chunshu, he was tired of the disputes in the martial arts world. To put it bluntly, his spirit was gone, so he went back to Hokkaido to retire.

The three of them clinked glasses and chatted, creating a harmonious atmosphere.

After three rounds of drinks, Satake Gen suddenly spoke up, claiming that he heard that Fushimi-kun was a little short of money recently, and asked him if he had any ideas for a part-time job to earn extra money, and he could help introduce one.

"Of course, it's definitely a serious job," he emphasized.

"What exactly?"

Fushimi Shika wiped his mouth with a handkerchief. He had almost finished eating and was about to pack up the good wine on the table before leaving.

Satake Gen was silent for a moment, he let go of the knife and fork and said, "It's just some work."

Fushimi Shika heard the hidden meaning, he leaned back and said, "Forget it, thank you for your kindness, I am doing my job as a criminal police officer very well."

Ishii Ryumasa poured him another glass of wine and said softly, "It's like this..."

Fushimi Shika interrupted, "If you don't say something, we can still be friends."

As soon as he finished speaking, the two young men behind Ishii Takamasa immediately reached out to grab it, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Gen Satake signaled them to stay calm. If they wanted to deal with Fushimi Shika, they could not use force or despicable means, because this guy was a despicable person. Fushimi Shika's only weakness was the daughter of the deputy director of the Metropolitan Police Department, and he was not stupid enough to kidnap Minamoto Tamako.

He pondered for a long time, and by chance, he came up with a solution that was not a solution, so he invited Fushimi Shika to come and have a talk.

Before this, Satake Gen had not told Ishii Takamasa the details, so the latter looked confused and glanced back at him.

Satake Gen did not open his mouth to explain. He also calmly wiped his mouth, put down his handkerchief, crossed his fingers, leaned forward, and asked seriously:
"Fushimi-kun, how about we make a bet?"

(End of this chapter)