Chapter Twenty-Five: Shooting Guns

  Gunfire echoed on the shooting range, while in a basement next to FJ University, a middle-aged man with a cold expression and a fat man sat on a sofa. Twenty or thirty people stood respectfully below them. Next to the fat man stood a short, ugly-looking man. The fat man opened his mouth and spoke a lot of Japanese. The short man was an interpreter, who said: "Mr. Iron Hand, Mr. Saito says that if your faction helps us this time, he will definitely thank you heavily."

  The middle-aged man with a cold expression was unexpectedly the boss of the largest gang near FJ University, Iron Hand. The gang mentioned here is not the kind in movies that carry guns and knives to fight everywhere, or engage in large-scale drug trafficking. It's just an organization composed of local and foreign people, similar to a gang, mainly controlling KTVs, bars, and various entertainment venues around FJ University, making a living by collecting protection fees.

  There are three such organizations near FJ University, after all, FJ University is particularly large. There's a Chaozhou gang in the east, a Baiying gang in the north, and an Tieshou gang in the west and south. These gangs manage their own areas, rarely having conflicts, even if there are conflicts, they rarely escalate into big scenes, at most ten or so people fighting.

  This Iron Fist Gang was named after the nickname of Iron Fist. Legend has it that Iron Fist went north to make a living, learned some boxing and kicking skills, and his hands were as hard as iron. Later, he returned to FJ and relied on his own hands to defeat the southwest side of FJ University, with the largest force among the three gangs.

  At this time, Tie Shou's face was gloomy and uncertain. The benefits offered by the Japanese were too tempting. Just the firearms alone provided eight handguns. It's worth noting that in the land of China, guns are extremely difficult to come by. A gang with just one or two guns could intimidate many people.

  "Mr. Iron Fist, Mr. Saito says to give you one more day to consider it, if you still don't seize this opportunity, then Mr. Saito doesn't mind giving this opportunity to those people from the Chaozhou gang," said the translator.

  "Alright, these eight guns must be cleaned." Iron Hand made up his mind.

  "That's for sure, doing business with Mr. Suto is very beneficial." The dwarf translator turned around and translated Iron Fist's words to the fat man, who nodded slightly, got up from his seat with a cold expression, said a few words to the translator, and then left.

  Tetsuya said to Iron Hand, "If this matter is handled beautifully, Mr. Saito won't mind giving you a little more benefit." After finishing speaking, he jogged a few steps and followed behind Saito with respect.

  Iron hand sat on the chair, fell into deep thought.

  Time flew to the evening, and Cow Meng gathered the team together, bringing everyone to a large playground in the middle of the shooting range. Many teams also came here one after another, lined up, and a middle-aged man with a lieutenant colonel's rank walked onto a podium next to him, holding a microphone and shouting: "Classmates, today's shooting practice has been very good, each class has produced a batch of excellent shooters, next, we will hold a shooting competition, each class will send one representative to participate, the first place winner will be awarded a certificate by our troops and a model of an 81 rifle. Okay, now each class instructor selects a representative to gather under the podium.

  Zhao Tiezhu's class, Niu Meng chose Zhao Tiezhu without any surprise. Zhao Tiezhu followed Niu Meng calmly to the foot of the podium.

  Elite representatives from each class came out, and surprisingly, there was even a foreigner with white skin. But thinking that FJ University is globally recruiting, Zhao Tiezhu felt relieved.

  The middle school student walked down from the podium and shouted to the crowd: "Follow me."

  The team leader led the team to target range No. 1 and said: "One person shoots five guns, and the one with the best score is the champion."

  At this time, many students led by the instructor had already surrounded the No. 1 target range, they were all looking forward to their class representatives with high expectations, hoping that they could win honor for their class. Fan Jian and other foreign language department students shouted in unison from below: "Tie Zhu Tie Zhu, never give up. Tie Zhu Tie Zhu, unstoppable." Zhao Tiezhu felt a bit comforted when he heard this, but surprisingly Fan Jian hadn't finished yet, continuing to shout: "Tie Zhu Tie Zhu, shoot decisively, Tie Zhu Tie Zhu, today..."

  Wow! The people around burst into laughter instantly.

  Zhao Tiezhu's face rarely turned red, glaring at Fan Jian and others, raising his middle finger.

  Niu Meng and other instructors also lost their smiles, this foreign language department really has a lot of treasures.

  The archery competition is about to begin.

  Everyone lay on the ground, posing, aiming at a distant target.

  Zhao Tiezhu held his breath and concentrated, all the energy in his body focused on that target, his body momentarily seemed to have turned into a statue, the gaze in his eyes converged, his breathing had long since stopped.

  The people around had already fired five shots, but Zhao Tiezhu still hadn't fired a single shot. That Liu Xing person had fired five shots and scored 49 rings, ranking first. At this time, everyone in their class was cheering and celebrating. But Liu Xing was staring at Zhao Tiezhu, who was emitting an aura that reminded him of his own master. His master would also enter a state of "wu wei" before firing each shot, just like Zhao Tiezhu. However, Liu Xing didn't believe it, thinking to himself that this person must be too tense and stiffened up.

  Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang. Five shots in a row, without pause. The muzzle of the 81 rifle emitted a wisp of smoke, Zhao Tiezhu slowly stood up, didn't even glance at the electronic display screen, and walked back to the foreign language department's team.

  Liu Xing took a glance at the display screen and was instantly stunned.

  It's actually 50 rings!

  And it's a 50-ring combo, you know that every time you fire a shot, the gun will have recoil, and you can only continue firing after the recoil is finished, otherwise it's easy to cause deviation. Like this kind of shooting five shots in a row, each shot hitting the bullseye, I've only seen it once in my life, and that was when my master demonstrated it personally to teach me, I practiced for a long time but couldn't learn it, at most I could hit 40 rings. But how is this kind of shooting possible from a student? My master is one of the top two gun kings in the country!

  Liu Xing looked at Zhao Tiezhu and fell into deep thought. But in that white man's eyes was a fiery passion.

  "Oh my god, how is this possible? Did God possess Zhao Tiezhu at that moment? Oh, this is marksmanship, this is real marksmanship. Zhao Tiezhu, I want to worship you as a master." The white man rushed towards Zhao Tiezhu. He was immediately pulled back by several people from their class. "If you want to lose face, wait until there's no one around, for now just behave yourself." Their classmates said.

  Everyone around who saw Zhao Tiezhu's grades couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise.

  "Who is this person?" A question mark arose in the hearts of countless people.

  "You don't know? That's Zhao Tiezhu from the Foreign Languages Department. Yes, that's the one their class called just now." Someone immediately said.

  "What a great shot!" someone said, but with a slightly strange tone.

  Pull the trigger.

  Zhao Tiezhu was struck dumb. His whole life of being wise and capable, was ruined by Fan Jian's single sentence today. It was clearly a shooting target, but someone with an odd tone said it was a gun shot. Why don't you go say that the grey machine is shooting? Zhao Tiezhu was speechless...

  "Have you ever practiced shooting before?" The lieutenant colonel came up to Zhao Tiezhu with a surprised look on his face and asked.

  "I played it when I was abroad." Zhao Tiezhu replied calmly.

  "Have you considered enlisting this year? I can arrange for you to join our elite sniper squad." The lieutenant colonel made the offer.

  "No more, I still have books to read."

  Zhong Xiao felt a pang of disappointment and said: "Well, if you ever have the idea of joining the army in the future, come to our unit and look for me." He sighed and left.

  "Zhao Tiezhu, you're so amazing! How did you do it? Teach us!" Fan Jian exclaimed, grabbing Zhao Tiezhu's hand.

  "Natural talent." Zhao Tiezhu said after a moment of thought.

  "...Chī..." The people around collectively pointed and despised. Li Ling'er just smiled as she looked at Zhao Tiezhu, who was surrounded by the crowd, her smile extremely radiant.