I work as a security guard at a cemetery, and I overhear the dead chatting about getting rich quick.

At nine o'clock the next morning, Lin Ye sat on a bench outside the B7 shooting range, holding a bottle of glucose water in his hand, his legs still sore.

Tang Zhi glanced at him as she passed by.

How are you feeling today?

Lin Ye unscrewed the bottle cap.

"Still alive."

Tang Zhi nodded: "Your requirements aren't high, this suits you quite well."

Lin Ye looked up at him.

"Do you always have to be so precise in your attacks?"

Tang Zhi didn't stop.

You'll get used to it.

Xu Mian followed at the very back, carrying a black gun case, walking very quietly.

She saw Lin Ye, hesitated for a moment, and whispered, "Don't be nervous the first time."

Lin Ye glanced at the gun case in her arms.

Xu Mian held him very firmly.

It was completely different from how she usually avoided people's gaze.

Lin Ye suddenly had a bad feeling.

The firing range door opened, and cold white light shone out from inside.

The seven shooting ranges are unlike ordinary shooting ranges.

The walls are made of dark gray sound-absorbing material, the floor is so clean it reflects light, ten shooting positions are lined up in a row, and in the distance are movable black target tracks.

Cheng Fang was already standing in front.

Several gun cases and magazines with different colored markings were on the table.

Han Xu was also there, leaning against the wall recording data.

Cheng Fang saw Lin Ye and pointed to the seat.

"Listen to the safety guidelines first."

Lin Ye sat down.

Cheng Fang opened the first gun box.

Inside was a black pistol, with simple lines and a more imposing appearance than Lin Ye had imagined.

"Seven standard field training guns."

Cheng Fang said, "We'll be using training rounds today."

"During formal field operations, different types of ammunition will be used for different missions."

He laid out several magazines.

Blue markings.

Yellow mark.

White markings.

Red marker.

"Blue, low-penetration rubber bullets. Used to control out-of-control individuals."

"Yellow, stun grenades. Used for short-term braking."

"White, marking round. Makes tracking easier after a hit."

"Red, special ammunition. Requires authorization; not to be touched today."

Lin Ye looked at the magazines.

"Seven different locations, even the bullets are color-coded?"

Tang Zhi sat in the back and said lazily, "To prevent someone from taking the wrong thing when they're nervous."

Lin Ye: "Did someone take the wrong one?"

Cheng Fang glanced at him.

Lin Ye understood.

Don't ask.

The answer is that the archives have case studies.

Cheng Fang then opened the second box.

Inside was a shorter launcher that didn't look like a regular gun; it looked more like a special tool.

"Blocking the transmitter."

"Used to launch blockade spikes, locating spikes, and traction ropes."

"In underground, mountainous, and ruined environments, it is often more useful than a gun."

Cheng Fang closed the gun case.

"Today we'll practice safety maneuvers and fixed targets first."

He looked at Lin Ye.

"You have no experience with firearms, so start with an unloaded gun inspection."

Lin Ye nodded.

The gun on the metal table was very close to him.

He was so close that he could clearly see the serial number and wear on the gun.

The first round is with a fixed target.

Cheng Fang did not let Lin Ye go first.

"Let's take a look first."

Qin Zhao first went to the shooting position.

He put on his earmuffs quickly and efficiently, his face expressionless.

Gunshots rang out.

boom.

boom.

boom.

The results quickly appeared on the screen.

Eight rings.

Nine rings.

Nine rings.

Eight rings.

Ten rings.

Tang Zhi whistled.

"Qin Zhao's hand was pretty steady today."

Qin Zhao lowered his gun.

"It was already stable."

Tang Zhi rolled her eyes.

The second one is Tang Zhi.

She usually speaks lightly, but once she's in the shooting position, she becomes quiet.

The gunshots were slow.

The rhythm is very steady.

The first group finished with above-average results; nothing particularly outstanding, but no obvious mistakes either.

Cheng Fang nodded: "Passed."

Tang Zhi took off her earmuffs and raised an eyebrow at Lin Ye.

"See? We're not chasing myths, we're focusing on stability."

Lin Ye looked at the target paper.

"It's already quite legendary."

Tang Zhi smiled.

The third is Xu Mian.

As she walked over with the gun case in her arms, she still had her head down.

Lin Ye originally thought she would be nervous.

As a result, after she stood in the shooting position, she was like a different person.

Put on your earmuffs properly.

Pick up the gun.

The shoulders no longer hunched, and the eyes no longer darted away.

He was unusually quiet.

First shot.

boom.

The screen popped up.

Ten rings.

The second shot.

Ten rings.

The third shot.

Ten rings.

Lin Ye sat in the back and slowly straightened up.

After Xu Mian finished shooting, the center of the target paper was almost completely pierced by repeated shots.

Results show:

Ten shots.

One hundred rings.

Lin Ye stared at the screen, remaining silent for several seconds.

Xu Mian took off her earmuffs, walked back with the gun case in her arms, and resumed her soft-spoken manner.

She saw Lin Ye looking at her and immediately lowered her head.

"What's wrong?"

Lin Ye said, "It's nothing."

He paused, then added, "I just suddenly felt like you were the hidden boss of Group Two."

Xu Mian's ears turned red instantly.

"no."

Tang Zhi laughed from the side.

"Don't let her gentle and weak appearance fool you; she's very socially awkward and quite intimidating on the shooting range."

Qin Zhao said calmly, "Indeed."

Xu Mian hugged the gun case even tighter.

"It wasn't very scary."

Lin Ye glanced at the target paper.

One hundred rings.

Isn't that scary?

Is this what they call social anxiety?

This is clearly a case of washing away all social points and adding them to shooting.

Cheng Fang looked at Lin Ye.

"It's your turn."

Lin Ye's legs were still sore when he stood up.

He walked to the shooting position and put on his earmuffs.

The world suddenly became dull.

The sounds from the shooting range were cut off, leaving only his own breathing and heartbeat.

Cheng Fang stood beside him, not touching him, but correcting him only with words.

"Gunpoint forward."

"Don't let your hands shake."

"Relax your shoulders."

Lin Ye looked down at the gun in his hand.

It was heavier than he had imagined.

It's not so heavy that you can't lift it.

It's not just about physical presence, but about a real, tangible sense of being there.

Holding it in your hand makes you clearly realize that this is not a toy.

Cheng Fang said, "Dry gun inspection."

Lin Ye checked everything according to the procedure.

Only after Cheng Fang confirmed it did he put the training magazine on him.

"Fire five shots first."

Lin Ye took a deep breath.

First shot.

boom.

The gun jolted.

Lin Ye's wrist trembled slightly.

The screen is not responding.

He froze for a moment.

Cheng Fang said, "It missed the target."

Lin Ye: "..."

The second shot.

boom.

Still no response.

The third shot.

boom.

The screen finally flickered.

But he wasn't his target.

The edge of the target rack in the empty space next door lit up briefly.

Tang Zhi sat in the back, trying her best to control her expression.

It got out of control.

She lowered her head and coughed.

Qin Zhao said coldly, "Very insightful."

Lin Ye was wearing earmuffs and couldn't hear very clearly, but he could roughly guess that it wasn't anything nice.

Five shots completed.

Screen display:

Effective hits: 0.

Lin Ye stared at the number and fell silent.

0.

Clean and neat.

There is no controversy.

The target paper was as white as if it had just been opened.

Cheng Fang looked at the data, expressionless.

"Fixed target, zero hits."

Lin Ye took off his earmuffs.

Will this system experience delays?

Qin Zhao said, "No."

Tang Zhi quickly replied, "It's just honesty."

Xu Mian glanced at the screen, then at Lin Ye, as if trying to comfort him.

She whispered, "The third shot was almost wrong."

Lin Ye turned to look at her.

Xu Mian said seriously, "I almost hit the target paper next door."

Lin Ye: "..."

This kind of comfort is worse than no comfort at all.

Cheng Fang wrote the notes onto the tablet.

"One more set."

Lin Ye put his earmuffs back on.

Second group, ten shots.

The first shot missed the target.

The second shot missed the target.

The third shot hit the edge of the target paper.

A result finally popped up on the screen.

One ring.

Tang Zhi clapped softly from behind.

"We've broken the zero mark."

Lin Ye turned to look at her.

Tang Zhi immediately put her hand down, her expression very serious.

The second group has finished.

Ten shots, one hits the target.

Overall score: One ring.

Cheng Fang looked at the data.

"Fixed target, not up to standard."

Lin Ye no longer wanted to ask if there was any possibility of qualifying.

Cheng put down the tablet.

"Try moving the target once."

Lin Ye turned to look at him.

"I think the fixed target can still be salvaged."

"Observe the dynamic reaction of the moving target."

Cheng Fang said, "I don't look at the grades."

That sounded like a comforting remark.

But Lin Ye was no longer inclined to believe the Seventh Division's words of comfort.

Target rail activation.

The black target plate in the distance began to move laterally.

It's not fast.

It could even be described as very slow.

But as soon as Lin Ye raised his gun, a problem immediately arose.

His vision went blank the moment the target moved.

The more I tried to aim, the more I felt the gun barrel was drifting.

First shot, miss.

Second shot, miss.

With his third shot, he clearly panicked, chasing the target with the muzzle, and ended up hitting the bulletproof wall behind the target.

Cheng placed it to the side and opened his mouth.

"stop."

Lin Ye stopped.

Inside the earmuffs, my heart was pounding.

Cheng Fang said, "You're chasing a target."

Lin Ye lowered his gun.

"It's running."

Tang Zhi whispered from behind, "If the target doesn't move, it's not a moving target."

Lin Ye turned back.

"Thank you, I've learned something new."

Cheng Fang took the gun back, removed the training magazine, and put it back on the safety platform.

"Firearms, blank."

Lin Ye thought this was the evaluation.

Cheng Fang lowered his head and added a line to his training record.

"Now it's been changed to a completely blank page."

Lin Ye looked at the tablet in his hand.

"Is the word 'serious' really necessary?"

"have."

Cheng Fang said, "This will make it easier to arrange the training intensity later."

Lin Ye's scalp tingled when he heard about the intensity of the training.

Cheng Fang turned the tablet to him to show him.

New projects:

Basic firearms training.

Frequency: One hour per day.

Contents: Safety guidelines, stationary targets, moving targets, and identification of non-lethal ammunition.

Note: No one is allowed to participate in live-fire field operations until the fixed target hit rate reaches 60%.

Lin Ye looked at those few lines of text.

Yesterday we added physical training.

Today we'll add gun techniques.

If this continues, sooner or later he won't just be captured by the Candle Shadow Society, he'll be swallowed alive by the training schedule.

Cheng Fang handed him the electronic pen.

"confirm."

Lin Ye took the pen and signed it.

My fingers were still a little numb after I signed.

At that moment, Xu Mian walked by, carrying a gun case.

She saw Lin Ye's target paper and his training schedule, and hesitated for a moment.

"It's okay."

Lin Ye looked up.

Xu Mian whispered, "You have a lot of room for improvement."

The firing range fell silent for a moment.

Tang Zhi finally couldn't hold back and almost spat out her water while laughing.

Lin Ye looked at Xu Mian.

Xu Mian looked at him with a sincere gaze.

She was genuinely trying to comfort her.

There wasn't a hint of mockery.

That's why the damage is even greater.

Qin Zhao leaned against the door and added casually, "Starting from scratch, there's definitely a lot of room for growth."

Lin Ye closed the training schedule and took a deep breath.

He is now certain that the people in Group Two are not incapable of offering comfort.

They were comforting in a way that was fatal.

When the morning training session ended, Cheng Fang did not do any more extra training.

Lin Ye originally thought he had escaped a disaster.

As Tang Zhi passed by him, she patted him on the shoulder.

Don't be too happy yet.

Lin Ye looked at her.

Tang Zhi said with a smile, "My physical fitness test will be the same this afternoon."

Lin Ye: "..."

He looked down at his target paper.

The one that went unanswered was tucked into a file folder by Cheng Fang.

The other one, which was part of a ring, was left to him.

There was only a small, isolated hole on the edge of the target paper.

It was as if they were mocking him.

Lin Ye folded the target paper and stuffed it into the folder.

Just as he reached the door, Cheng Fang suddenly called out to him.

"Linye."

Lin Ye turned back.

Cheng Fang looked at Xu Mian.

"Starting tomorrow, you will take him to a fixed target for half an hour."

Xu Mian was clearly taken aback.

"I?"

Cheng Fang said, "Yes."

Xu Mian hugged the gun case tightly, her ears slowly turning red.

"I'm not very good at teaching people."

Cheng Fang said, "As long as you know how to play, that's fine."

Lin Ye looked at Xu Mian.

Xu Mian also looked up at him, then quickly looked down again.

She whispered, "Then... I'll try my best."

Lin Ye glanced at the gun case in Xu Mian's arms, then at his own target paper.

He suddenly realized that this might be even more terrifying than Cheng Fang teaching him personally.