Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 325: 254, Sniping and Wind Speed_2

“This is the real simulation shooting range,” Qing Chen reflected.

The wonders of the Taboo, he only fully understood at this moment!

He looked at the Black sniper rifle, the last time he used Yi De Fu Ren, this Mysterious World had provided him with a standard model, this time, it directly allowed him to use Yi De Fu Ren for training.

Qing Chen thought, does this mean that he doesn’t have to go to Li’s Sniping Field anymore? He could just practice endlessly in this Mysterious World.

You should know that the recoil of an anti-materiel sniper rifle is terrifying. If you train in the real world, the noise not only draws attention, but your shoulders can’t withstand many shots.

However, it’s different here. No matter how he braces against the recoil, it won’t have any effect on his body once he leaves this Mysterious World.

Moreover, it would keep his trump card a secret from others!

After thinking for a moment, Qing Chen didn’t rush to try hitting a target at 1600 meters again. He didn’t even fire a shot but first summoned the Coin that served as a target, appearing one meter away from him.

The Coin appeared, then disappeared.

When the Coin appeared again, it was two meters away from Qing Chen.

He kept increasing the distance between the Coin and himself until it reached the effective range of Yi De Fu Ren—2600 meters—and then he stopped.

Then, he switched through mountain, desert, wasteland, and jungle terrains, continuously testing the data until he knew just by glancing at the silver coin how many meters it was from him!

Other novices who had just gotten their hands on a sniper rifle would have probably been unable to resist the urge to fire for pleasure.

But Qing Chen showed extraordinary restraint, uncharacteristic of a young person.

For a sniper, knowing the distance to the target is critical because the bullet takes a long time to travel through the air, and during this time, the target might move or change.

Therefore, a sniper who wants to shoot at extreme distances must first know how far the target is and how long the bullet will take to get there.

Normally, snipers are paired with a spotter whose primary responsibility is to measure distance, wind speed, humidity, and provide the sniper with various parameters using professional equipment.

However, Qing Chen is a lone wolf, firmly believing that a Transcendent is most efficient when acting alone on the battlefield.

Nan Gengchen could be his spotter, but Nan Gengchen is too weak to keep up with the pace of shifting his shooting positions.

Liu Dezhu could keep up, but he needed Liu Dezhu to fight, not to be a spotter.

The next moment, Qing Chen gently lay prone on the ground, and with a thought, caused the Coin to appear at a 400-meter distance, then he pulled the trigger of the Black sniper rifle.

With a loud bang, the Coin was shot away.

A second later, a Coin reappeared at the 400-meter position, indistinguishable from the one before.

However, the wind in this Mysterious World started to pick up gradually.

At first, it was just a breeze that lightly swayed the grass.

Later, it became a Wild Wind, as if it could knock down even large trees.

Qing Chen fired shot after shot in a mechanical fashion, but all data were summarized and analyzed in his heart.

He found that when the wind speed exceeded level 7, even at a distance of just 400 meters, the trajectory would deviate slightly.

At level 8, Qing Chen even had to use his left hand to find something solid to stabilize his form and keep the reticle from shifting.

In this strong wind of level 8, Qing Chen kept pulling the trigger, time and time again.

At a certain moment, after pulling the trigger over a hundred times, Qing Chen suddenly felt something new in his heart.

He adjusted his breathing in the Mysterious World and pulled the trigger again!

The bullet sped through the air and landed steadily on the Coin 400 meters away!

“Finally mastered all the wind speeds at this distance,” Qing Chen breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t attempt to try any wind speeds above level 8 because there was no need.

At wind speed level 9, even the wooden huts on the ground would be destroyed.

At wind speed level 10, even large trees would be uprooted.

Wind speeds above this level are basically not encountered on land.

Qing Chen didn’t need to assume such extreme environments for himself; if he were in such wind speeds, it would be lucky not to be blown away, let alone consider sniping.

After testing the 400-meter target, Qing Chen began to try the 450-meter target, then slowly pushed the Coin’s distance further back.

As for the wind speed, it cycled from level 1 to level 8.

Qing Chen didn’t know how much time had passed; he was just solidifying his foundation, bit by bit.

Just like when he first learned to fight, he tried to use his effort to memorize all the variations in his heart.

According to Qing Chen’s rough estimate, just familiarizing himself with the ballistic trajectory for distances of 1-2600 meters and wind speeds of levels 1-8, he feared that it would take him 7 days.

This was data that required an investment of time to accumulate.

However, Qing Chen didn’t find it tedious; on the contrary, his interest remained strong.

He liked the feeling of being fully immersed, with the complex world turning into a single training field where all he needed to do was keep shooting and fill in his gaps.

“Qing Chen, Qing Chen, it’s time for school,” Nan Gengchen’s voice rang out in the Mysterious World.

Qing Chen opened his eyes and gently rubbed his shoulders to make sure that the training in the Mysterious World wouldn’t affect his real body, finally putting his mind at ease.

He glanced at the time, countdown 160:30:00.

At 7:30 in the morning, Qing Chen felt as if time had vanished, having slipped away without his awareness.

He hadn’t slept all night, but he wasn’t the slightest bit tired.

On the contrary, it felt as if he had experienced a deep sleep.

The ‘winning people over with virtue’ had given Qing Chen a surprise far beyond imagination.

“Yi, are you there?” Qing Chen asked in his bedroom, but Yi didn’t respond.

Qing Chen was somewhat disappointed; he still wanted to ask his friend whether there were other Taboos hidden beneath the other prisons…

Even though Yi said there were none left, he wasn’t too convinced…

It seemed that Yi had slipped out to have some fun.

Hopefully, she wouldn’t cause any trouble.

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In the Liu Dezhu household in the Los Angeles Xinglong Community.

Liu Youcai woke up early and prepared a nutritious breakfast for his son, as if fearing that Liu Dezhu wouldn’t have enough to eat.

“My child, you’ve suffered,” said Liu Youcai sadly, “going to the Inner World means being in prison, and the food in prison must be pretty bad.”

After pondering a moment, Liu Dezhu said, “Dad, I’ve been transferred to another prison, I’m in Prison No. 10 now.”

Liu Youcai’s face was full of worry; he didn’t know the difference between Prison No. 10 and Prison No. 18.

Liu Dezhu explained, “Prison No. 10 is where the Federation specially detains important figures, so the food is really good. Plus, you and mom don’t have to wait up for my return and make me a midnight snack anymore.”

He didn’t mention that he had already been released.

That matter was something Qing Chen specifically asked him not to divulge.

Because although the real offender who framed Liu Dezhu had been brought to justice, Yi releasing him early violated the proper legal process; if word got out, it could cause unnecessary trouble.

Moreover, if everyone thought he was still in prison, it would be more convenient for him to operate.

Just then, the sound of sports car engines roaring suddenly came from downstairs, and there was more than one.

Liu Dezhu furrowed his brows; where did this cavalcade of supercars in the community come from early in the morning?

But the next second, his mouth fell open as he realized something.

Minutes later, a knock on the door echoed through Liu Dezhu’s home, and outside, a noisy group chattered excitedly.

Liu Dezhu put down his beef bun and walked over to open the door with hesitation.

Outside, the group of well-off scions from the junior year class 4 of Los Angeles Foreign Language School, upon seeing Liu Dezhu, announced gleefully, “Brother Liu, we have good news for you.”

Liu Dezhu was silent for a moment before asking, “What good news?”

One of the spoiled youths smiled and gestured behind him, “Seventeen of us consulted a lawyer from the Inner World and committed a precise crime. Moreover, we bribed a chief from the PCE Security Committee using gold bars we brought from the Outer World. In a little while, we’ll be able to join you in Prison No. 10!”

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Both chapters today are 4,000 words, not an extra update.

It’s just me starting to try and increase the daily routine updates a bit, of course, it all depends on how it goes.

Thank you to the student Xiao Dinghai for becoming a new ally of this book, boss is generous, boss steps around puddles on rainy days!