Chapter 174: Only I Have My Own Method Chapter 174 Military Region

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Third Level Combat represents the level of stably releasing battle qi.

On the Magic Continent, a knight of this level can already ensure a relatively high survival rate. Holy Qiao's former invincible land legion was almost entirely composed of knights of this rank, unafraid of group magic, ignoring arrows and stray bullets, taking cities and strongholds like crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood, dominating for a time with extremely low casualty rates.

But for Chen Yi, the main function of Third Level Combat seems to have been reduced to nothing but survival.

Walking on the road, not worrying about being smashed to death by a flowerpot from upstairs; mixing in the night market, not worrying about being KO'd by a secretly hidden brick; standing on a spacious square, not worrying about a sniper rifle shooting from afar—actually still worried... Chen Yi touched his neck; legend has it that sniper rifles are powerful products capable of cutting a person in two, and there are even more powerful anti-materiel rifles that can punch holes in thin-skinned tanks.

"I wonder how thick a layer of battle qi is needed to withstand a sniper rifle."

Chen Yi tried to release battle qi. His current maximum range is 1 meter, but then there's only a little bit left for control. If he wanted to cover his entire body with battle qi, a thickness of 5 centimeters is more cost-effective, almost requiring no divided attention to manage.

Of course, covering his whole body with 30 centimeters of battle qi isn't impossible, but that would be exhausting; 50 centimeters can only be done locally...

Given this, after attending one class in the morning, Chen Yi only called Han He, then drove the Raptor to the Military Region to ask his older brother for help, and beautifully named it "target practice."

Han He was not only writing a thesis but also had to help him research Malaysia's securities market, tired like a stray dog.

He didn't have much choice either; Chen Yi was born with a lazy fate, and to force him to participate in the thesis would obviously take two or three times the effort—it's worth saying, even if it's bitter and tiring, as long as he can publish an article in JPE, letting Han He take off his pants to play with art is all worth it.

A cool breeze blew by his ear, accompanied by the little lizard's wailing cries, mixed with songs of unclear meaning, probably praising its own greatness and handsomeness...

Chen Yi came back to his senses, only to see the Raptor had already left the city, speed soaring to 160.

"Watch the speed limit."

The words had just fallen when the wailing siren behind sounded like a cat whose parents had died, yowling one moment and howling the next. Looking in the rearview mirror, it was an ugly-looking police motorcycle.

The Illusory Dragon didn't know what the police did; seeing the other side wanted to overtake, it immediately swerved left and ran even faster. No matter what, it was now a mount that understood body techniques; if it were overtaken by other ordinary breeds, it would lose all face before its peers in the future.

The police were obviously stunned for a moment, thinking the other side hadn't heard clearly, never expecting it to be an open traffic violation.

This person took a look; a pickup truck worth over 600,000, not expensive if you say it's expensive, the license plate was an ordinary private plate, not like someone with strong connections.

He pondered and reported it on the walkie-talkie, while twisting the accelerator, chasing all the way.

Seeing the military camp was about to arrive, Chen Yi simply called his older brother to come pick him up at the gate. The car speed didn't drop at all, pretending not to hear.

Two minutes later, the Raptor spotted a fork in the road and made a sharp turn, heading toward the main gate of the Jiangning Military Region; the motorcycle behind immediately slowed down, hesitating to stop.

When he saw Chen Yi's car pass through the gate, the traffic police spat on the ground, turned around, and left.

Whether it was a military vehicle or not, he was too lazy to care.

Chen Heng glimpsed the uniformed man and smiled, "Speeding?"

"A little."

"Pay attention to safety." Chen Heng said casually, got in the car, and gave directions.

Although his rank was still low, he had always worked in core departments and was quite taken care of by Chen Lao's disciples and old subordinates; things that even a Senior Colonel wouldn't dare to do, he didn't care about at all.

Like now, the Raptor that should be parked outside, with him sitting inside, when encountering patrols they only raised their hands in salute, allowing him to openly drive toward the shooting range. If it were a Senior Colonel who had suffered his way up, he might now be getting scolded in some office.

The more clearly ranked the world, the more participants need to pay attention to rank.

Rank sometimes hangs on shoulder patches, arm patches, license plates, business cards; sometimes it hangs directly on the face.

Passing through a patch of grass, Chen Heng pointed to a two-story yellow small building and said, "It's there."

"So run-down."

It's not that Chen Yi was wrong; besides a slightly presentable gate, this small building was like a girl who had been pushed over, with a thin waist, thin legs, low shoulders, and truly limited space capacity.

Such a small building girl, falling in the lush grass, if no one was pressing on top of her, it was like being invisible.

Chen Heng hehe laughed twice and said, "The meat of the steamed bun isn't in the folds; it's an aid building from the old Soviet era, the field behind is huge."

He didn't wait for the car to stop steadily before jumping out, going to negotiate with the guard.

Although the exterior was ugly, the equipment inside the small building was indeed complete. All departments and work areas were connected to the network, various alarm devices were openly exposed on the bare walls. Independent power supply systems, fire alarms, and control systems could all be seen.

Big Brother pinned a badge on Chen Yi's chest and instructed, "Be careful not to lose it, look more and ask less."

"I'm not someone who hasn't shot guns before..."

"Last time you shot guns, it was at least two years ago, right."

"Yeah." Chen Yi sighed twice; the College Entrance Examination was indeed a torturous thing.

Under the small two-story building was a 6-meter-high military equipment warehouse, inside which neatly arranged were all iron shelves. Various weapons, hundreds of each, were placed in layers; the smell of industrial lubricant was strong and couldn't be dispelled.

Chen Yi looked strangely at the top of the iron shelves, thinking: whose hand could be that long, to get the weapons on the very top?

Big Brother led him to an empty small room and said, "Don't pick anymore, to avoid running into people you can't explain to; tell me two things, and I'll get them for you."

"Where are the sniper rifles placed?"

"There are Type 88s; want another pistol?"

"Fine." Chen Yi said, then asked, "Type 88 seems to be small caliber? Is there something with more power?"

"More powerful ones, and your shoulder will swell before you go back; the Type 88's penetration isn't bad; besides, what do you think this place is, there are no foreign goods in the military equipment warehouse." Chen Heng didn't bother explaining and pulled Chen Yi away, casually taking a 5.8mm Type 92 pistol; outside the military camp, most seen were 9mm.

When leaving through the back door, he issued a form; only now did he get two boxes of bullets. The Type 88 sniper rifle uses 5.8mm machine gun bullets, designed from the start for convenient ammunition supply, usable for both machine guns and sniper rifles, a poor man's painful idea.

The shooting range was 200 meters long, like a land swimming pool; the Chen family brothers both had experience shooting targets; Chen Heng only repeated the key points once, then stood there helping to press bullets, while smiling, "Everyone says the securities company is too busy to have time, but you, you have time to come to the Military Region to shoot targets."

With a "bang," Chen Yi successfully fired in a prone position, exhaled and said, "I'm stealing leisure in the midst of busyness. The specific business is all managed by Fang Zhong and them."

His mouth didn't stop, and he quietly released a layer of battle qi in front of him, about 10 centimeters thick. At the same time, he added a protective film to himself.

Another shot was fired.

The bullet successfully passed through 10 centimeters of battle qi and hit 20 meters away from the target.

"Your shoulder must brace against it. A 100-meter target, plus an optical sight..."

Chen Yi directly increased it to 30 centimeters of battle qi; the bullet drilled through with some difficulty, and the accuracy was terrible to an appalling degree.

Chen Heng immediately started mocking.

Chen Yi shooed him and the pistol away, saying: "Go play by yourself, wait until I finish shooting the bullets then come find me."

"Fine too." Chen Heng had long grown bored of fixed targets, took the pistol and went to the other side to play.

Chen Yi continued thickening his Pocket Qi, until at 50 centimeters it finally took effect.

The bullet actually got stuck on the Pocket Qi.

Chen Yi hurriedly withdrew his Pocket Qi, took the bullet down, tucked it in his pocket, thinking: Pocket Qi is within 1 meter in front of me, calculating like this, long-range attack, thirty to forty centimeters, can consume the bullet's kinetic energy completely.

The specifics are hard to test, can't very well have someone shoot at yourself.

Chen Yi tossed the bullet in his hand, threw it hard, letting it drop beside its same kind.

Unless taken to the laboratory for testing, otherwise it looks just like it hit the wall and shattered.

The gunfire stopped on this side, Chen Heng came over laughing: "That's satisfying enough? Want to try a machine gun?"

"Can still shoot machine guns?"

"Others definitely can't, what kind of person is your big brother me..."

Chen Heng went back, actually brought back a Type 81 machine gun, along with two 75-round drum magazines.

"Today let you enjoy to your heart's content." He said.

"What unit are you guys..." Chen Yi was dazed.

This kind of weapon a full meter long, just the two bipods alone give a powerful feeling.

Chen Heng shifted position, went to the other side of the shooting range, taught Chen Yi to set it up properly, saying: "This is where the Military Region headquarters entertains all kinds of big shots. Whether from above, or local, what do they most want to do when they come to the Military Region? Nine out of ten want to shoot guns. See that blue small building over there? Inside are all foreign goods, M4, Desert Eagle, M60, all original imports. How many retired old cadres from Xijing come to Jiangning for inspection, just for the Blue Building. But you can't, don't even have the rank..."

That last sentence made Chen Yi stop laughing, depressed he pulled the trigger.

The muzzle flame was far more stimulating than the sound.

75 rounds shot extremely fast, but Chen Yi naturally adjusted, making the last 40 rounds almost all hit the target.

Chen Heng also had to admit: "Really not bad."

"Something on your mind?" Chen Yi yielded the position to big brother.

"I applied to go to the army, leaving in a few days." Chen Heng swapped in a new drum magazine, but his words shocked Chen Yi.

"You haven't told Dad yet, right."

"Originally you shouldn't have said it either."

"Just going to the army..." Chen Yi spoke halfway and stopped, frowned: "You wouldn't have gone to some special forces, the kind that doesn't come home for a year, right?"

Chen Heng was silent for a moment, said: "Uncle passed away, the current Political Commissar is also Grandpa's old subordinate, but no combat achievements, want to promote but can't move up..."

"Can't promote now then just wait, why so anxious to become an official?"

"Aren't you also busy making money?"

Chen Yi was speechless.

Yeah, speaking of pressure, big brother's pressure is definitely even greater than mine. He just bears it alone.

"After I leave, then tell Mom, understand?

Chen Yi took a deep breath, nodded, then said: "Since your mind is made up, I'll teach you a set of moves, it's a very powerful martial art, called Body Technique..." (Unfinished, if you want to know what happens next, please log in to www. qidian. com, more chapters, support author, support genuine reading!)