Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 361: 277, Acting Skill (Requesting guaranteed monthly tickets)_2

Qing Chen caught sight of the short-statured Qing Yi among the crowd right away—the junior high student seemed a bit out of place in the adult world, yet he was the most dazzling.

The other party still had a neat watermelon haircut and was silently watching a young man lying prone on the ground and pulling the trigger.

Not far away, Li Yinuo, Nan Gengchen, and Li Tongyun were also there, the three of them playing with ordinary firearms nearby.

Li Yinuo, taking Nan Gengchen by the shoulder from behind, was hands-on in teaching him how to shoot and how to aim.

As soon as the hover car stabilized, Qing Yi stepped forward to greet, “Aunt Changqing, Uncle Qing Chen, good morning.”

Qing Chen realized this young man was also quite enduring, managing to call someone only three years older than him ‘uncle’ without any hint of strangeness on his face.

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Qing Chen asked with a smile, “Did you bring a gift this time?”

At this remark, Nan Gengchen, who was concentrating on his shooting not far away, trembled slightly in his wrist, and admired inside how shameless Brother Chen was in asking the younger generation for gifts.

It was definitely Qing Chen himself.

Moreover, Nan Gengchen knew something; from Qing’s Bloodline perspective, Qing Yi was technically from the same generation as Qing Chen, but now, through his connection with Li Changqing, he had ‘super-promoted’ himself.

He had subtly gained an advantage over the other Shadow Candidates.

On the other side, Qing Yi obediently said, “I brought it, I brought it.”

As he spoke, a servant beside him presented a box that strikingly contained a silver handgun, intricately engraved with patterns.

Qing Yi said with a smile, “This handgun is a limited commemorative model from the Thunder Fire Military Industry under Qing’s Family, called ‘Abrupt Halt of Life’. It was once sold for two million each on the black market. It hasn’t been shot ever since it was made. Hearing that Uncle Qing Chen is a sharpshooter, this gun is just the perfect gift for you.”

“Very good,” Qing Chen received the box with a smile, casually handing it over to Xiao Ying by his side.

This was a gun he would not likely use, and the best treatment for it was to sell it on the black market or pass it to someone else.

As people have fingerprints, so do firearms, and the fingerprint of a firearm is its rifling.

As a bullet passes through the rifled barrel, fine traces are scrapped into its surface by the rifling, and these traces are the unique markings of each gun.

Thus, often tracing the rifling marks left on a bullet could lead to identifying the firearm used by the criminal.

This gun, “Abrupt Halt of Life”, having passed through Qing Yi’s hands, definitely had ballistic test data left behind, and any bullet fired from this gun by him could potentially be traced back by the other party.

At this moment, the sniper lying on the ground pulled the trigger once more.

The anti-material sniper rifle’s side exhaust vent blasted out air currents, stirring up the surrounding dust.

The roaring sound cut off everyone’s conversation as, 800 meters away, a Li Family range employee waved a flag at the target: 9 rings!

The sniper pulled the trigger again, 9 rings.

Yet, this person fired ten consecutive shots, all within 9 rings, even including five 10 rings.

Li Changqing praised, “A 800-meter range all within 9 rings, indeed worthy of being called a sharpshooter.”

Qing Yi looked at Qing Chen, “Uncle Qing Chen, do you want to give it a try?”

Qing Chen thought for a moment and said, “I’ve only played with handguns and automatic rifles before, and I’ve never shot at such a distant target.”

The sniper slowly got up, “Handguns are also fine.”

This time, Qing Chen didn’t hesitate, “Alright, Yino, get me a handgun.”

“Which one?” asked Li Yinuo.

“Any,” Qing Chen calmly said.

“Here,” Li Yinuo casually took a handgun from the table filled with firearms and tossed it to Qing Chen.

Catching it, Qing Chen casually remarked, “Has anyone used this handgun just now? There are only seven bullets left.”

While speaking, he raised his hand and fired all 7 remaining bullets in the magazine.

Click, after all the bullets were fired, the gun jammed at the front of the barrel.

Indeed, there were only seven bullets.

This scene stunned everyone around: amazing!

People had seen precise shooting, but knowing the exact number of bullets in the magazine right upon handling it was almost like metaphysics.

And to think, this was just a handgun casually selected by Li Yinuo for Qing Chen, not chosen by Qing Chen himself!

The next moment, the range employee confirmed the target paper and waved the flag: 10 rings, all 7 shots were 10 rings.

The sniper frowned, Qing Chen had shot a 50-meter target, all ten rings wasn’t anything special, he could do that too.

But crucially, without being familiar with the firearm, casually shooting and achieving such results,

and moreover, the recoil did not affect the steadiness of the shooting at all.

Laymen watch the excitement, experts watch the essentials, the sniper knew that Qing Chen hadn’t even aimed deliberately.

This was an absolute gun feel.

Li Changqing clapped and laughed on the side, “Lao Jiu didn’t lie, your shooting skills really are great.”

Qing Chen didn’t say anything but walked to the table, casually picked up an automatic rifle, and fired at the 200-meter target without hesitation, emptying a magazine, still all in ten rings.

Exceptionally stable.

He then switched to another automatic rifle, still hitting all ten rings.

This time, the sniper that Qing Yi brought got serious.

Qing Chen looked at him and said, “Would you like to try?”

The sniper shook his head, “No need to try, your gun feel is absolute, I’m not your match.”

Qing Chen showed no intention of concealing his skill, and his actions served to intimidate.

Qing Yi, standing by the side, said with a smile, “Uncle Qing Chen, try the sniper rifle again.”

“Alright,” Qing Chen was straightforward.