Chapter 264: Is This Talent a Monster?

"Also, there's one thing you must remember: the barrel must never be aimed at your own people or civilians, whether you're insured or not!" Wang Dachuan said with a solemn expression, looking at Xu Mo.

Xu Mo nodded.

"I understand that."

"Then that's fine," Wang Dachuan continued, "I'll teach you how to aim. Aiming requires…"

"I know that, eyes, sight, target—three points in a line. I saw it in a TV drama," Xu Mo answered quickly.

Wang Dachuan's teaching was far too slow; he felt he needed to speed up his own learning pace.

Wang Dachuan smiled and nodded.

"Exactly, theoretically that's how it works. How about this: you aim at the opposite target and fire a shot to test the feeling."

In Wang Dachuan's view, Xu Mo was simply too naive.

Naive enough to truly think that aligning three points guarantees a perfect hit!

In reality, it's not that simple.

If merely reciting the three‑point line could guarantee a perfect shot, wouldn't everyone become a God Gunman?

Young man, you are restless!

He hadn't finished teaching when Xu Mo started answering ahead of him.

But that was fine; Wang Dachuan thought it necessary to let Xu Mo take a tumble, which would temper his sharpness and aid future instruction.

Before Xu Mo fired, Wang Dachuan added a reminder.

"Earplugs, earplugs—this is an enclosed space, the gunshot will be loud; without proper protection you could damage your eardrums."

After both Xu Mo and Wang Dachuan put on over‑ear earplugs,

Xu Mo picked up the pistol again.

He stood upright, raised the gun with one hand, and began to aim.

Actually Xu Mo could hit the bullseye without aiming, but since he was pretending to learn, he needed to act it out.

Seeing Xu Mo's stance and gun‑holding posture, Wang Dachuan laughed.

"Too restless! Young man, too restless!"

"Your stance and gun‑holding posture are both wrong."

"With that stance, you might even be knocked down by the pistol's recoil!"

Wang Dachuan moved behind Xu Mo, ready to catch him from behind should he be knocked down, preventing a fall.

Besides the faulty stance, Wang Dachuan also found Xu Mo's one‑handed grip amusing—had he watched too many gunfight movies? He was treating recoil as if he hadn't even taken the gun!

The next second, a "Bang!" sounded as Xu Mo fired.

When the gunshot faded, Wang Dachuan instinctively spoke,

"Your stance and gun‑holding posture are both off; stance and grip are very important. With this you'll definitely shoot poorly. Let me see how many rings you got… nine rings. What did I say? Bad posture leads to poor shooting, right? You only got nine…"

Mid‑sentence, Wang Dachuan clearly froze.

He stared at Xu Mo with a bewildered expression.

"What the heck?"

"Nine rings!?"

"Is this the score a rookie is supposed to produce?"

"And this nine‑ring result came despite the stance and gun‑holding posture being wrong!"

What Wang Dachuan didn't know was that the nine rings was deliberately produced by Xu Mo.

He thought scoring a perfect ten right away was a bit too exaggerated.

So he intentionally only got nine rings.

Xu Mo had just thought, after aiming so carefully, I only got nine rings; it must be terrible, even a stupid person could only manage that, right?

But watching Wang Dachuan's reaction,

Xu Mo suddenly felt that a nine‑ring score might be a bit too unbelievable for a newcomer…

He botched the act!

Wang Dachuan was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses.

He thought to himself, this can't be possible.

He hadn't yet taught Xu Mo all the essentials of aiming.

Xu Mo's stance and gun‑holding posture were all wrong; how could he have gotten nine rings?

"It must have been a blind cat meeting a dead mouse, right—just luck! Otherwise it makes no sense…" Wang Dachuan thought.

To verify his conjecture, he prepared to let Xu Mo fire another shot.

"You... fire another shot."

Xu Mo raised the gun again, and after a long aim, produced a five‑ring score.

Seeing this, Wang Dachuan let out a sigh of relief.

"Now that's right!"

"With the stance and gun‑holding posture wrong, only a five‑ring score is normal!"

"See, when your stance and gun‑holding posture are both wrong, you absolutely can't shoot accurately. You need to do it like me… look at this stance, then hold the gun with both hands, like this… then aim. The aiming method is the three‑point line; you already know that, so I won't teach it. Also, when aiming, it's best to hold your breath; that steadies the hand."

Speaking, Wang Dachuan demonstrated the just‑mentioned points and fired a shot for Xu Mo to see.

"Look, once you master the method, keep feeling it and you can get ten rings; try it the way I described."

While Xu Mo was aiming, Wang Dachuan added beside him,

"A bullet doesn't travel in a straight line; it follows a parabola, so when you fire you should raise the muzzle just a tiny bit. How much to raise I won't teach you; you have to gauge it yourself. I can't teach that. A pistol's effective range is within fifty meters; beyond that the trajectory drops severely, making it hard to hit the target. So in the future, when you need to shoot criminals, you must manage the distance carefully."

After Wang Dachuan finished teaching.

Xu Mo fired another shot.

This time, it was six rings.

"Not bad, not bad, you're making progress," Wang Dachuan said with a smile, nodding. "But you still haven't mastered the bullet's trajectory; you need to raise the muzzle a bit higher. Keep practicing; with more practice you'll get the feel. The ten‑ring is very easy."

"Bang!" Xu Mo fired again.

Seven rings.

"Bang!"

Eight rings.

"Bang!"

Nine rings.

"Bang!"

Ten rings.

Then, Xu Mo kept firing several shots in succession, until the bullets in the magazine were all spent.

Every shot was ten rings!

Wang Dachuan: "???"

A monster, right?

Who learns that fast??

This talent is way too exaggerated!

He had only just handed all the essentials to Xu Mo.

Xu Mo only fired a few shots, yet found the feel and could get ten rings with every shot?

You should know that a pistol's effective range is very short, only fifty meters.

This is related to the bullet's trajectory from a pistol.

A pistol bullet begins to drop almost as soon as it leaves the barrel, rather than traveling in a straight line.

To hit ten rings every time, you need to first understand the bullet's drop trajectory.

To grasp this, you must fire many times.

It requires a large amount of target practice to find the feel.

Occasionally firing a nine‑ or ten‑ring shot is still normal.

Xu Mo actually gets ten rings with every shot?

So… he found the feel that quickly?

You should know, Xu Mo has only emptied one magazine, and that's already found the feel? What the hell kind of monster talent is this?

At that moment, Han Fei, who had just finished his work, also arrived at the shooting range, concerned about Xu Mo's learning progress.

"How's it going, what have you learned so far, have you mastered the basic information about firearms and the holding stance?"

Wang Dachuan: "……"

That question was really low‑level!