xymnovel Chapter 107: Are you ready?
Chapter 107: Are you ready?
Chapter 107: Are you ready?
After saying goodbye to Xu Shang, Lin Zhou chose a sheltered small hill. He placed the wooden box on the ground and opened it. The noise from the construction site was loud, which could perfectly cover up the gunshots.
Despite Lin Zhou's seemingly uneducated nature, he is quite meticulous when it comes to details.
"This thing." Lin Zhou picked up the assembled rifle and patted the barrel. "It's called a gun, just like that little palm-sized grenade you saw me with, but this one's much stronger; it's basically gone the moment it touches you."
He handed the gun to Lu You: "Take this first, and weigh its weight."
Lu You took the gun with both hands, and as soon as he held it, his arm sank slightly. This iron weapon was heavier than it looked, its entire body icy cold, carrying a heavy, murderous aura.
He imitated Lin Zhou's earlier actions, clumsily resting the butt of the gun on his shoulder, squinting one eye, and aiming forward along the thin tube.
"No, that's not right." Lin Zhou squatted down next to him and reached out to help him adjust his posture: "Your shoulders need to be properly supported, otherwise when you fire, the recoil will shatter your collarbone. Press your face here, yes, yes, yes—eyes, look in this mirror."
He pointed to the 6x scope, and Lu You leaned closer. Through the lens, distant mounds of earth and weeds appeared incredibly close, even the veins on the blades of grass were clearly visible. Lu You was genuinely startled and instinctively turned his head away: "What kind of secret technique is this? How can you see so clearly with just a tube?"
"Don't be afraid, just look through it." Lin Zhou turned his head, like pressing down a pig: "The person you're going to kill will be in this mirror. Find him, stay calm, and then pull the trigger."
Lin Zhou took a magazine out of the box and waved it in front of Lu You: "This is a magazine, it contains thirty rounds."
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After saying that, he clicked the magazine into the slot under the gun with a clean and efficient motion. People who have been trained over there are different; he exudes a quick and efficient speed.
Then, he gripped a small iron handle on the right side of the gun with his right hand, pulled it back, and then pushed it forward sharply, making a crisp "click" sound.
The series of metallic clanging sounds, along with the tactile sensation of mechanical structures, caused an adrenaline rush not only to Lin Zhou but also to Lu You, an ancient person experiencing firearms for the first time.
"This is called loading. Now there's a bullet in the gun. With just a light pull of the trigger guard—" His finger hovered outside the trigger guard, "it can kill someone. So, you have to remember, never point the muzzle at anything you don't want to shoot, and never put your finger inside the trigger guard, otherwise it will go off indiscriminately."
Lu You nodded vigorously, glancing back nervously at Lin Zhou. His palms were sweaty as he gripped the gun handle, but his eyes followed Lin Zhou's every move closely.
Lin Zhou stood up and pointed to a broken earthenware pot that he had just hung on a tree about a hundred paces away: "See that pot? Use it as a target."
Lu You lay down on the wet, muddy ground as instructed, while Lin Zhou squatted beside him, adjusting his position little by little.
"Breathe, slowly, exhale—inhale—steady. Look in the mirror, slowly move the crosshairs in the mirror to the center of the jar." Lin Zhou showed unusual patience, after all, this thing could really kill someone: "Don't rush, make sure your hand is steady. When you feel it's right, gently inhale half a breath and then exhale, stop, and then—slowly increase the pressure with your index finger."
Lu You was completely focused; his breathing gradually became steady. Through the cool lenses of his glasses, the broken earthenware pot swayed slightly in the center of his vision. After exhaling a long breath, he gently placed his index finger on the trigger.
"Bang!!!"
A loud bang erupted, and the gun slammed backward, causing him a sharp pain even though his shoulder had been firmly braced. At the same time, the earthenware pot in the distance exploded, scattering fragments everywhere.
The loud noise made Lu You's ears ring. He stood there, stunned, and even forgot to release the trigger. A series of explosions followed, and the recoil almost threw Lu You into the air.
"Let go! Let go now!" Lin Zhou immediately lay down and shouted, "Let go!!!"
Lu You then came to his senses and quickly loosened his grip. By this time, the entire magazine of bullets had been emptied, the muzzle was emitting blue smoke, and spent cartridge cases were scattered all over the ground.
"Oh my god—I forgot to switch it to semi-automatic." Lin Zhou felt a chill run down his spine. If he hadn't fallen down earlier, Lu You would probably have blown his head off by now.
He's just a half-baked player after all.
Looking up again, he saw that the earthenware pot was gone, leaving only a few fragments. Lu You opened his mouth, but no words came out. He simply turned to look at Lin Zhou, his eyes filled with shock.
"Not bad, you weren't scared out of your wits." Lin Zhou grinned, but the smile quickly faded, and his expression turned serious. "Remember this feeling. When things really get serious, there won't be time for you to be stunned. Traitors won't stand still and wait for you. You need to be faster and more steady. If you miss within three bullets, they'll run away."
He shoved another fully loaded magazine into Lu You's hand: "Again. Let's use up half of these five hundred bullets today."
"I'll keep practicing until your hands don't shake, your eyes don't blur, and you can instantly put your target into the mirror the moment you see it."
Lu You took a deep breath, suppressed the shock in his heart, and nodded vigorously again.
He removed the empty magazine, and somewhat awkwardly replaced it with a new one, mimicking Lin Zhou's actions. He cocked the gun, lay down again, and pointed the muzzle at another target that Lin Zhou had recently designated in the distance.
On the wasteland, muffled thunderclaps echoed one after another, startling the birds in the distant woods. The smell of gunpowder gradually permeated the forest. Lu You lay there, repeating the actions of aiming, controlling his breath, and firing over and over again. Although his clothes were covered in mud and the dampness of the ground made him feel cold, his eyes became more and more focused, and his hand holding the gun gradually became steady.
Sword Saint is indeed Sword Saint. When Director Zhao was teaching Lin Zhou, he said, "Even a German Shepherd trained for three days would be better than you." And Sword Saint has only been training for a short while, and he can already fire and eject bullets very smoothly.
Lin Zhou sat on a small mound of earth to the side, looking at Lu You's profile, then at the mound of earth and tree trunks in the distance that had been riddled with holes, silently took out a cigarette and lit it, without saying anything more.
He buried the bullet casings on the spot and then examined the bullet holes he had made.
This was the first time Lu Dacaizi had such a direct understanding of the phrase "splitting gold and cracking stone." He had snapped a tree more than a hundred paces away in half, and based on his past experience practicing swordsmanship, cutting down such a tree without an axe would probably not be something that could be done in a short time. However, he remembered that he had only fired four shots at it.
"Familiar with this feeling now?" Lin Zhou walked over carrying a suitcase. He glanced at the two of them, both covered in mud, and said with a smile, "Come on, let me treat you to a shower."
The two returned to the city covered in filth, but no one suspected anything. After all, in this awful weather, and having gone to a construction site, they could easily end up covered in mud.
In the bathing area, Lin Zhou leaned back in the large pool, enjoying the warmth of the hot water, while Lu You's fingers were repeatedly practicing the action of "picking".
"Stop picking at it, it looks creepy."
"Brother Lin, I'm a little scared—"
"What are you afraid of? You're a sword saint, what are you afraid of?" Lin Zhou raised his head and covered his face with a silk scarf. "Cheng'er will tell us about the other side's movements later, and then we'll be ready to snipe them. When we take action, I'll find an excuse to hang out with Cao Wenda or Chen Shanzhang."
Even so, they will still suspect you.
Lin Zhou waved his hand: "Don't worry, they're all using high-explosive shells. They'll shatter as soon as they hit the ground. All they'll find is a pile of debris. My boss has already prepared everything for me. Just don't mess things up."
"Hmm—I understand!"
When the two returned to the shop, Cheng'er had already been there. He didn't linger and just had Tang Wan hand over two things to Lin Zhou. The two of them secretly went upstairs and opened the things, only to find that one was a portrait of the traitor and the other was his daily route.
This portrait of the traitor is not an abstract pattern like those in movies, but a proper portrait with an extremely high level of skill; all the features can be clearly discerned at a glance.
The traitor's daily route was crystal clear, with his shifts and departure times clearly marked, as well as the route he would take home.
Below, there was a thoughtful note: "There are hidden sentries within fifty paces, intended to lure out assassins of Yue Fei's faction. Please be extremely careful."
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"Scouting out the location tomorrow morning."
"good!"
The next day arrived in the blink of an eye. Early in the morning, Lin Zhou and Lu You arrived at a street that the traitor was bound to pass through. The two of them sat by the roadside, laughing and joking, under the pretext of eating at a famous wonton shop.
When the time was right, the person in the painting walked over. The portrait was incredibly lifelike, even showing a thin scar on the left cheek.
When he walked over, he was not alone, but surrounded by seven or eight guards from the Palace Guard, and there were more than ten Palace Guard spies lying in ambush around him.
Those were all top-tier imperial guards. With such a force, let alone Lu You, even Wu Song himself riding a tiger would be in for a beating.
"Wow—" Lin Zhou wiped his mouth: "This guy really has excellent security."
"Brother Lin, keep it down," Lu You reminded him expressionlessly. "These people remember everyone's face. If you speak loudly, they'll remember us even more easily."
Lin Zhou, with his legs crossed, slammed his hand on the table and suddenly shouted, "Damn it, this place is awful! You call this the best restaurant in Lin'an? I got up early to eat this with you? I'm leaving, I'm going to the academy!"
"Brother Lin—you've misunderstood me. It's impossible to please everyone—"
The moment the two stood up, countless eyes were already on them, before falling silent again amidst their bickering.
After they were out of that area, Lu You approached and said with lingering fear, "Just now, the moment you stood up, at least fifteen crossbows were already pointed at you—"
Lin Zhou took a deep breath, his complexion gradually regaining its rosy hue: "Damn it—it's so amazing!"
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