America: Starting from collecting corpses, leveling up to godhood

Although Old Joe had a limp, once he pulled out his M1911 from his waist, he looked like he had changed into a larger size.

"Bang!"

He moved quickly sideways across the gravel ground, his gun spitting fire as he stepped across the ground.

The first shot had barely hit the steel target twenty meters away, and before the sound of the impact had even faded, he took a side step, turning the muzzle to the left.

"Bang!"

The second steel target made a sound.

"Reload now!"

Old Joe roared, his left hand flashing across his waist like lightning, and the instant the empty magazine hit the ground, the new magazine was already inserted into the chamber.

"Bang! Bang!"

The last two shots accurately hit the head and chest of a human-shaped target fifty meters away, one shot hitting each target.

The whole set of actions flows smoothly.

"call--"

Old Joe blew away the gunpowder smoke from the muzzle and looked at Chen Ming triumphantly.

"Did you see that clearly? This is the Marine Corps' basic CQB (Close Quarters Battle) footwork. The key is to keep your center of gravity low, your steps quick and short, and your upper body as stable as a tank turret..."

"I can see it roughly now."

Chen Ming nodded, his mind replaying the scene from just now.

Every step, every shift of weight... even the trembling of Old Joe's wrist due to the recoil, was broken down into frames by his high mental attribute of 26 points.

As a medical student, he also happened to have a thorough understanding of the structure of human bones and muscles.

"Come on, let me see what you've got." Old Joe took out a timer.

"start!"

At his command, Chen Ming charged out.

At first, he stumbled a bit, but from the third step onwards, Chen Ming's movements changed.

The first shot hit the bullseye.

The second shot hit again.

……

The unique hand stability of a medical student was on full display at this moment; even while moving at high speed, Chen Ming's gun muzzle remained as steady as if it were welded to his hand.

"Bang! Bang!"

With the last two shots, two white clouds of dust erupted from the head of the humanoid target fifty meters away, hitting it precisely.

"..."

The cigarette in Old Joe's mouth fell out again—this time it landed right on his crotch, burning him so badly he jumped up and down cursing.

"Fxxk, damn it..."

"You've really never trained before? You swear?!"

"I swear, this is the first time," Chen Ming answered honestly, while looking at his hands with feigned doubt.

"It doesn't seem... too difficult?"

"Not difficult?!"

Old Joe almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

When he first joined the Marine Corps, this equipment sometimes made veterans wash their smelly socks and underwear for weeks on end...

So this Asian kid learned it after watching it only once?

"Let's try again, this time we'll add obstacles!" Old Joe refused to believe it.

He felt that his career was facing unprecedented challenges.

So for the next hour, a grueling training session unfolded in a corner of the shooting range.

From quickly peeking out from behind cover to fire, to tactical reloading on the move, and then to rapidly switching between targets at different distances...

Old Joe became more and more enthusiastic in teaching, even bringing out his most treasured skills.

Chen Ming absorbed these techniques greedily and efficiently, like a sponge, and mastered [Pistol Shooting] to LV2 in one go, then added the skill points to it.

[Pistol Shooting: LV3 (You've moved beyond the newbie level; you can now blow your enemies' heads off even in chaotic street shootouts)]

Two hours passed quickly.

Chen Ming exhaled a breath of hot air and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"monster……"

Old Joe slumped on the pile of tires, looking at Chen Ming with a complicated expression.

"Where did that bastard Yuri dig you up from? You definitely have the potential to go to Delta Force..."

"Maybe it's because I'm a medical student; my hand-eye coordination is passable." Chen Ming handed the agreed-upon payment to Old Qiao.

That $500 was totally worth it.

"Screw medical students, I've never seen a doctor who can hit a moving target 90% of the time in an hour..."

Old Joe grumbled as he took the money, then grabbed Chen Ming, who was about to leave.

"Don't rush off, kid. Interested in making some money with me?"

"How do you make money?" Chen Ming asked, somewhat surprised.

Old Joe pointed to the rednecks who were gathered together making a ruckus in the distance.

"See those idiots? They're betting on Texas Hold'em, led by a retired ranger named Jason, who's been winning a lot of people's drinking money these past few days because he thinks he's got some skills..."

"Interested in teaching them a lesson? If we win, we'll split the winnings 50/50."

"Me, compete with Rangers in marksmanship?" Upon hearing this, Chen Ming subconsciously glanced at the gun on his waist.

"I'm doing alright with my training, but isn't this too early?"

"It's precisely because you're a beginner that this can be accomplished."

Old Qiao's single eye gleamed with cunning as he lowered his voice and whispered in Chen Ming's ear.

"Look at yourself. What part of you looks like a gunman? In Jason's eyes, you're just an Asian kid who drives a food truck and delivers takeout."

"He's won over a dozen games in a row these past few days, and he's at his most overconfident right now. If I were playing against him, he would be on high alert, but if it were you... he might not even bother to aim properly and end up taking a nasty fall."

Chen Ming touched his chin thoughtfully.

This is indeed a tempting offer; losing wouldn't cost him much, and winning would allow him to recoup some of his losses.

But before agreeing, Chen Ming still wanted to try his luck.

After having the system for many days, Chen Ming has gradually grasped some of the patterns in the daily task refresh of the system—if he is very free when refreshing the tasks, the system's tasks will be very random.

However, if you happen to be in a difficult situation or about to do something when it refreshes, there is a high probability that it will generate a related task.

Today's tasks have been updated.

[1. A fully loaded PMAG magazine is half-buried in a pile of abandoned tires on your left. It was left behind by a careless rifleman two hours ago. Find it.]

2. Former Ranger Jason is currently extremely arrogant due to his winning streak, and his vigilance has dropped to its lowest point. Accept his bet and defeat him in the "Texas Star" challenge. (Attribute points +1 upon completion)

[3. At the Shell gas station five miles north, two gangs of robbers engaged in an illegal transaction are about to fight over the loot. You can try to ambush them. (Upon completion, attribute points +3, skill points +1)]

Chen Ming's gaze swept over the three options.

The first task is the classic garbage-collecting mission with a guaranteed minimum reward. The second task doesn't offer much reward, but it's not dangerous.

The third option looks tempting, but a robber who dares to fight at a gas station is obviously no pushover. This place is not like downtown Los Angeles, and calling the police might not be timely.

"Okay, I'll take the job." Chen Ming nodded.

"But if we win, I want 70%."

"You greedy little fox... Fine!"