Chapter 248: I

"Why is it that when it comes to me, the result of a lost dog is that I don't even need to look for it, but just adopt a Bai Bufan?" Ding Sihan said irritably, picking up the prop gun hanging from her waist, stepping forward, and pressing it against Lin Li's temple with a *rat-tat-tat-tat*.

Bai Bufan, who had also been preparing to attack Lin Li, turned his head to look at Ding Sihan: "?"

No, sister, your words are quite hurtful too. Aren't those two "justs" a bit excessive?

Am I really that unbearable compared to Lin Li? It's just that Lin Li is a bit richer, a bit taller, a bit more handsome, better at sports, better at studying...

"..."

Damn.

Damn it, Lin Li, Lin Li! Lin Li!! That guy is truly beyond redemption!

Bai Bufan, whom no one wanted to adopt, decided to hide in a corner, draw a circle, and curse Lin Li.

"Alright, you're dressed well enough, shall we go out and pick a gun?" Lin Li and Bai Bufan had simply taken goggles and earmuffs as basic protection, and then said to the two girls.

"Okay."

"There are so many, I don't understand them. Lin Li, you help me choose, I'll listen to everything you say." Chen Yuying glanced at the dense menu and various parameters, frowned, and then simply gave up, entrusting the choice entirely to Lin Li.

"That works too." Lin Li nodded and, following the coach's earlier suggestion, chose a pistol and an air gun.

"Air guns sound so weak. Give me the most powerful one, the kind that can kill you with one shot."

Ding Sihan, standing to the side, hummed twice and stared at Lin Li's head with ill intent.

It seems she had become a bit addicted to *rat-tat-tatting* Lin Li's temple.

"Air guns are weak? I have to set you straight on this. There was news abroad about a man who perfectly escaped an attack by an adult male brown bear with just an air gun, completely unharmed. Don't look down on air guns." Lin Li immediately defended the air gun earnestly.

"Really? That's a brown bear, even harder to slide-tackle than a tiger. I remember that although air guns have lethality, it's not particularly high, right? Is it really useful against a thick-skinned brown bear?" Bai Bufan questioned from the side.

A brown bear's attack and defense are both maxed out; it can be considered the king of beasts.

"It's true, though there was an element of luck. After all, the news also said that his friend, who got hit in the knee, wasn't as lucky as him and ended up having a grand funeral." Lin Li nodded and finished the story.

Bai, Chen, Ding: "?"

Wait.

What do you mean by the friend who got hit in the knee?

"So after all that, the damn air gun muzzle wasn't pointed at the brown bear, but at his own people! It was 'sacrifice the friend to save oneself'!?" Bai Bufan's eyes widened.

"You just tell me if he escaped the brown bear's attack or not? That guy escaped without a scratch." Lin Li was surprised by Bai Bufan's overreaction.

If he put himself in that situation, Lin Li's muzzle would definitely be pointed at Bai Bufan first.

Isn't that just human nature?

"What is going on in your head?"

Feeling Lin Li's gaze fixed on his knees, Bai Bufan narrowed his eyes.

"Bufan, if you ever meet a brown bear in the future, it's best I'm not around." Lin Li patted Bai Bufan's shoulder and said sincerely.

"Damn!"

Bai Bufan sighed, returning evil for good, and gave Lin Li a thumbs up: "But meeting a powerful existence like you, who is equivalent to two earless bears, I feel the brown bear would be the one having worse luck."

Lin Li narrowed his eyes.

Bai Bufan wouldn't praise him, especially with such a prefix.

There must be a problem.

Brain, think!

Heh.

"Are you calling me a 2B again?" Lin Li grabbed Bai Bufan by the collar and sneered.

"Damn, you still figured it out." Bai Bufan was somewhat unwilling.

"Lin Li, requesting a translation." Ding Sihan, who was listening to the banter, raised her hand with standard form.

"The word for bear is 'bear', remove the two ears 'ear', and it becomes 'b'. Someone equivalent to two such bears is a '2B'." Lin Li sneered.

"So that's it."

"Yingbao, what are you standing there for? Take notes." Ding Sihan, who had also figured it out and learned new knowledge, urged Chen Yuying when she saw her unmoved.

Chen Yuying: "..."

Because the two of them were also planning to share a gun to save Lin Li money, Lin Li finally placed an order for a pistol, an air gun, and a rifle.

"Alright, everything is ready, you four come over." Not long after Coach Lu left to place the order, he returned with Coach Shi and beckoned to the four of them.

The four of them soon arrived at the shooting range.

The range consisted of rows of shooting stations, with blast-proof glass between them.

The range was very long, with mechanically controlled lifting targets at different distances. There were cameras on the ground, and screens next to the shooting stations, presumably to see the status of the targets in real-time and determine the hit score.

Before entering the shooting station, there was a glass door that could be closed.

Coach Shi and Coach Lu separated the four and took them to adjacent shooting stations.

"Bufan, have you noticed that the targets at the range are all black?" Coach Shi was just about to introduce the pistol without a magazine when he heard Lin Li speak.

"Lin Li, have you noticed that Olympic champions in shooting events are basically white, and champions in long-distance running events are basically black?" Bai Bufan immediately drew an analogy.

"Hmm."

After they finished speaking, the two looked at each other and nodded in mutual sympathy.

"Don't be racist." Coach Shi said with a mix of helplessness and amusement.

"We don't want to be. I've always had a dream, which is to eliminate discrimination. I hope I can achieve that in the future." Lin Li shook his head at Coach Shi.

Coach Shi: "..."

Couldn't tell.

"Fun fact, the fundamental way to eliminate racial discrimination is to eliminate race. Lin Li's dream is to protect everyone like Xier." Bai Bufan added, and as he did, he subconsciously raised his right arm 45 degrees, fingers together, pointing forward.

Coach Shi: "?"

Which damn Xier are you talking about?

Coach Shi took a deep breath. Money is hard to earn, and shit is hard to eat. He put on a smile, brushed these topics aside, and began to introduce the firearms in his hands:

"Alright, you two, let's get back to the point. First, let me introduce this. This is the classic domestically produced pistol you will experience next—the Type 92 pistol.

"First of all, the Type 92 pistol comes in two calibers: 9mm and 5.8mm. A side note: there is no 5.56 caliber domestically. Today we are using the 9mm version. The recoil is moderate, very suitable for beginners to experience. Its magazine capacity is 15 rounds, which is relatively high for a pistol, and its sustained firepower is quite good."

"Look, its design is very ergonomic, the grip is comfortable, the feel is solid, and the stability when shooting is very good. Its weight is about 760 grams, not too heavy, but it has a sense of weight in the hand, which can give you a sense of 'control'."

"The shooting accuracy of the Type 92 pistol is also very high, with an effective range of about 50 meters. Our range is adapted for 10-meter and 30-meter targets; the 50-meter target is a bit difficult, but considering you only get five shots each, I personally suggest you only need to focus on the 10-meter target..."

Coach Shi was using the firearm in his hand as a template for the introduction when he saw Bai Bufan suddenly raise his hand:

"Teacher, I have a question."

"Go ahead." Coach Shi paused his explanation and looked at Bai Bufan.

"Then if I stand at a position 51 meters from the muzzle, can I catch the bullet with my hand?" Bai Bufan asked.

Coach Shi: "?"

"Of course not. Let me explain this. 50 meters is the effective range, which in layman's terms is the distance you can aim at. In reality, a 9mm bullet head still has lethality even at 1400 meters." Coach Shi explained earnestly.

"Teacher, I have a question." Lin Li raised his hand.

Coach Shi's heart skipped a beat. He looked at Lin Li and swallowed hard: "Go ahead."

"Then if I stand at a position 1401 meters from the muzzle, can I catch the bullet with my hand?" Lin Li asked.

Coach Shi: "???"

Damn!! I knew it!!

Coach Shi took a deep breath, opened the glass door to the shooting station, and looked at Lin Li with a smile: "Then why don't we test it?"

"Sure, Coach. I just feel that shooting fixed targets is boring." Lin Li nodded expectantly and reached for the gun.

Coach Shi: "?"

No, why is it assumed that I'm the one catching the bullet this time?

Coach Shi took another deep breath and said with a smile: "Indeed, according to your logic, there must be a position where one can catch a bullet with bare hands, but let's not explore this question, shall we? The situation is too hard to determine."

"Coach, that point is incorrect. You shouldn't use 'everyone', some people can't catch it." Lin Li raised his hand again upon hearing this.

"Who?" Coach Shi asked subconsciously.

Lin Li: "Jesus, he has holes in both hands."

Coach Shi: "?"

Bai Bufan: "Venus can't either, she has nothing in both hands."

Coach Shi: "..." Coach Shi covered his face with his hands, sighed to the heavens, then leaned against the wall next to him, gently but continuously banging his head against the blast-proof glass.

Money is hard to earn!! Shit is hard to eat!!

Who the hell said the national birth rate is low now!?

Where the hell is it low? I see two at once!!

Meanwhile, next door.

Coach Lu, who was normally explaining to Ding Sihan and Chen Yuying, was attracted by the sound coming from next door. He looked up and saw his colleague looking desperate and suicidal, banging his head against the wall.

If it weren't for the fact that the firearm in his hand didn't have a magazine, Coach Lu would have even suspected that he would give himself a shot in the next second.

A man's rage, a whole rage, not two rages, not three rages, but one rage.

"This is... what happened?" Coach Lu said in confusion.

However, Coach Shi didn't hear it through the glass and was still banging.

Chen Yuying blinked, looked at Lin Li and Bai Bufan, who looked innocent but were chatting enthusiastically behind Coach Shi, and smiled at Coach Lu with some embarrassment: "It's nothing, it should be normal."

"That's right, but Sister Lu, you'd better advise Coach Shi to go for psychological counseling later." Ding Sihan echoed from the side.

Coach Lu: "?"

Not a single word is being missed!

Her gaze also turned to those two guys.

What kind of god-like people are they?

Coach Shi struggled to adjust his mindset and put on a 'smile' again.

"Which one of you is going first?" He skipped the long introduction and asked, opening the glass door.

Lin Li and Bai Bufan looked at each other. With their bond, no more words were needed. They nodded tacitly and both stepped forward: "I'll go first."

Coach Shi: "..."

He thought they would yield to each other; it seems he thought too much.

The two looked at each other, electric sparks crossing in their eyes.

"Damn!" Bai Bufan suddenly cried out.

No, why does it feel like I was just shocked by something?

Lin Li, who could attack from a distance, hid his merit and fame.

Finally, upholding the principle of humans first and fists first, Lin Li went first.

Lin Li and Coach Shi walked in and closed the door.

Coach Shi returned to work mode and began to demonstrate the correct standing and gripping posture.

"When shooting, pay attention. Although the recoil is not particularly large, you still need to maintain the correct posture: hold the gun with both hands, arms straight, body leaning slightly forward, eyes, front sight, and target in a line. Remember, pull the trigger steadily, don't be too anxious."

Coach Shi began to demonstrate the standard posture.

Lin Li was staring, preparing to learn, when he suddenly remembered he had another ability.

【Mimicry】.

【Mimicry: Specify a behavioral pattern, talent, or ability you have seen with your own eyes within the last month. After use, for one hour, you will mimic 50%~150% of that behavioral pattern, talent, or ability, with the specific ratio depending on your physical fitness and ability at the time of use.

This ability accumulates one use every 48 hours, with a storage limit of 2.】

With a thought, Lin Li hoped... he could mimic Coach Shi's ability in firearms?

【Mimicry successful, mimicry ratio "150%".】

Seeing the system prompt, he not only succeeded in mimicking but also directly far exceeded Coach Shi.

But Lin Li found that his brain had no reaction at all; knowledge about firearms and the like did not flood in like the "Soul of Melee Combat".

"Alright, now you can try." Although he noticed Lin Li was distracted, Coach Shi just sighed inwardly, tied the pistol to the safety rope, and then exhorted:

"Remember, safety first. The muzzle must always point toward the target, and do not put your finger on the trigger until you are ready to shoot.

You cannot take away the shell casings. Before any major movement, such as picking something up or bending over, you must report to me first, otherwise, I might reactively take you down."

"Okay, I understand."

Lin Li nodded and took the gun from Coach Shi's hand.

His hand subconsciously aimed at the target 10 meters away, following a posture even more standard than Coach Shi's just now.

Lin Li raised an eyebrow. So it's direct muscle memory mimicry, bypassing the brain entirely?

"Alright, you can start anytime. First time shooting, aim for not missing the target—"

"Bang! Bang!"

Before Coach Shi finished speaking, Lin Li had already fired.

To be honest, the gunshot was much louder than Lin Li imagined, and even with earmuffs, he felt a bit of buzzing.

After firing, Lin Li confidently looked at the screen.

Two bullet holes, very close together, formed a single hole in the middle of the 10-meter target.

"Coach, help me adjust to the 30-meter target."

Coach Shi: "?"

No? Buddy, are you hacking?

It's indeed not difficult to hit the 10th ring on a 10-meter target, but in a rapid-fire situation, two 10th rings are not simple, let alone for a pure beginner?

This kid... is quite a criminal!

"Is it really your first time playing? Haven't you secretly practiced at home before?" Coach Shi asked suspiciously while operating the 10-meter target to lower and the 30-meter target to rise.

"I shoot a pistol once every two days, or once a day if the addiction kicks in." Lin Li said shyly.

Coach Shi: "..."

What kind of pistol are you talking about?

"Young man, pay attention to moderation. Don't wait until middle age to look at the ocean and sigh, with no more well-diggers in the world." But Coach Shi is worthy of being a coach; no matter what kind of pistol it is, he has rich teaching experience.

Lin Li: "?"

What ocean are you looking at, with so much water.

But for himself, with such strong Yang energy, it's a bit of over-worrying.

"The 30-meter target is adjusted." Looking at the screen, the image had also switched, and Coach Shi looked up to signal.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Lin Li raised his hand, another three-shot burst with almost no pause.

10th ring, 8th ring, 9th ring.

Coach Shi opened his mouth wide, speechless for a long time.

If it could be called luck just now, now it can only be strength.

And it has reached a level that even he finds difficult to achieve.

Lin Li also looked at his results, or more accurately, the results of 150% of Coach Shi.

It seems the coach's level is somewhat average—this is the limit of 150% of Coach Shi. Later on, it was a bit hard to control, and with the dispersion of the trajectory, it was impossible to hit the 10th ring every time.

Eh?

Lin Li suddenly thought of a question.

The Mimicry ability, it didn't say it could only mimic other people's abilities, right?

Right now, his own ability to shoot a pistol is also in his eyes, so can he mimic it too?

【Mimicry successful, mimicry ratio "150%".】

Lin Li raised an eyebrow. Damn, it really works, and it's the limit ratio again.

This is multiplication, which means his marksmanship for the next hour is already 225% of Coach Shi's?

The feeling of holding the pistol in his hand is indeed a bit different again.

The scope of 【Mimicry】 is what he has seen with his own eyes within a month, so if he 【Mimics】 'himself' once every month, can this ability be permanently retained and enabled?

And it will get stronger and stronger until he can only mimic 【100%】 of himself, tending to stabilize.

No, as long as he is practicing and tempering his body, his physical fitness should theoretically be stronger each time he uses it, perhaps it will be 【105%】, 【110%】 each time?

Lin Li thinks it's feasible.

Furthermore, Lin Li's comprehension is quite good now, and isn't the 'possession-style' teaching before his eyes more beneficial for learning than hand-in-hand teaching?

Verbal teaching is not as good as direct ghost-possession teaching.

Although Lin Li didn't have any new things in his brain, by relying on his memory and comprehension to remember this physical sensation, it must also be a significant improvement for his own firearm ability.

Thinking of this, Lin Li was very satisfied, placed the pistol flat on the table, and prepared to leave to let Bai Bufan in.

"Lin Li, do you want to play 18+ games?" But Coach Shi suddenly stopped Lin Li.

Lin Li: "?"

"Want to play with planes? Want to play with pistols? Want the collision of blood and flesh, want the sounds that enter the ears? Want to play with everything men crave? These are all 18+ projects!" Coach Shi said excitedly, like a pyramid scheme promoter.

But this couldn't fool Lin Li. Lin Li narrowed his eyes:

"Coach, just say it's military recruitment."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 249 =====