Chapter 90 New Shooting Ability: Man and Gun as One

Davis glanced at Huang Dazhu and saw that he was sturdy and had a steady gaze. He didn't seem like a street thug, but rather had a capable air about him.

He was even more interested to hear that he controlled Baylor Street; in the United States, a gang that can control a bustling street is considered quite powerful.

"Mr. Huang, it's a pleasure to meet you." Davis extended his hand and spoke in Chinese.

He directly announced his own plan:

"From now on, you'll have someone planted in this bar. On the surface, they'll be doing odd jobs and running errands, but secretly they'll be in charge of gathering intelligence. If I have an arms deal, I'll leave a message here, without meeting you directly, which is safer. Mr. Huang, once you get the information, you take the money to the warehouse to pick up the goods, and then hand them over to the buyer. The process is that simple, and it's not easy to get exposed."

As he spoke, he beckoned the bartender over.

"Peter, his relative will come to work at the bar, doing cleaning and helping you out."

"Yes, sir. The boss has already told me about this. We can start working right away as long as we bring our people over."

"Very well, you can go ahead and get busy."

Davis told the bartender to go back.

At this point, Lin Rui stated his conditions:

"We have two requirements. First, we will take a 15% cut of the transaction. Second, we will decide the time and place of the transaction, and you will be responsible for relaying the information to the client. In addition, in the absence of an order, we can also purchase weapons from you and find our own buyers; you only need to supply the goods."

Of these conditions, the last one was not mentioned last night.

However, this is also a necessary condition to ensure the interests of secondary agents. If they cannot trade independently, the risk and return are not proportional based on the price difference alone.

Davis pondered for a moment.

He felt it wouldn't affect him; his only goal was to sell the goods, and he didn't care how he sold them, plus he didn't need to buy them himself.

"No problem," Davis readily agreed, extending his hand with a smile. "I wish us a pleasant collaboration."

Lin Rui and Huang Dazhu reached out their hands one after the other.

Three hands gently clasped together in the dim light.

...........

At 5 p.m., Lin Rui returned to Beile Street alone.

Huang Dazhu and Davis went to the arms depot; there were many details to handle.

After that, Huang Dazhu will have to handle things himself. Whether he can make this arms deal work depends on his abilities. That's all Lin Rui can do.

He walked into the back alley of the film studio and came to the small house behind the sauce factory. He first used his supernatural ability to observe the situation in the vicinity and inside the house.

After confirming that there was no danger and that no one was paying attention to him, he used the key to open the door and went inside.

After entering the safe house, Lin Rui locked the door behind him and went straight to the inner room.

Pushing aside the wooden bed, removing the sludge and pulling up the cover, a dark hole was revealed, and a damp, musty smell mixed with a faint earthy odor wafted out.

He picked up the oil lamp he had prepared in advance from the corner of the wall, lit the wick, and the faint flame flickered, dispelling the darkness at the entrance of the cave.

Lin Rui carried the oil lamp, holding onto the rusty ladder with one hand, and carefully climbed down to hang the oil lamp on the iron nails on the wall.

The dim light instantly filled the small space, making the moss on the walls and the debris on the floor clearly visible. The wall with the seal of the French Concession Public Works Bureau looked even more old under the light.

Under the light, he opened the gun case, which contained Springfield M1903A1 rifle parts, a scope, a suppressor, and cleaning tools.

With time running out, he began practicing loading and unloading firearms.

Following the method demonstrated by Davis yesterday, he first assembled the bolt, barrel, and stock in sequence. His movements were a little clumsy at first, but after repeating it two or three times, his movements gradually became smoother.

With a "click," the bolt locked into place. Then, he skillfully installed the scope, tightened the fixing screws, and rotated the suppressor counterclockwise to install it on the muzzle. The whole set of actions was completed in one go, even more skillfully than when he was in the warehouse that morning.

After the loading and unloading practice, he picked up the cleaning tools and, following Davis's instructions, carefully cleaned the carbon deposits inside the muffler. He simulated brushing away the dirt in the crevices little by little with a fine brush, and then wiped it clean with a clean cloth. His movements were meticulous and thorough, without the slightest carelessness.

After practicing the assembly, disassembly, and maintenance six times, Lin Rui had mastered all the operations. He stood up, stretched his stiff wrists, and looked at the assembled rifle with a slight frown.

There are still two key issues to be resolved: where to practice shooting and where to set up sniper positions.

Shooting practice is a lot of trouble.

Although the muzzle was fitted with a silencer to reduce the sound of firing, there was still a low hissing sound. Nowadays, the French Concession had a very high population density and a network of streets and alleys, so even in a remote corner, it was inevitable that passersby would hear it.

The problem with sound isn't just a matter of 100 meters; even with superpowers, you can't escape it.

Once clues are left behind, they may be targeted by the police or the Japanese later, and there is a possibility that they will be investigated and their flaws will be discovered.

More importantly, the gun case is quite large, and carrying it in and out while practicing shooting can easily attract attention, and if you are not careful, you will expose your whereabouts.

After a moment of contemplation, Lin Rui made a decision: he would not go out to practice shooting for the time being, but would stay in this safe house to imitate shooting actions and familiarize himself with the feel of the gun and the rhythm of aiming.

This idea seems absurd, but with his superpowers, it might achieve unexpected results.

He picked up the assembled rifle, climbed the ladder, and returned to the inner room of the safe house.

Then, he gripped the rifle tightly, his shoulder firmly against the stock, his cheek pressed against the gun, slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes again, there was no longer any extra emotion in them, only focus.

At the same time, he activated his superpower. His vision changed instantly, and a three-dimensional world slowly unfolded, penetrating the walls, doors, and windows of the safe house, clearly presenting the surrounding streets and alleys to him.

The distant Baylor Street, the soy sauce factory next door, and the back wall of Lianhua Cinema not far away are all clearly visible.

He raised his rifle, and the muzzle moved slowly.

The ability's field of vision changed as the gun barrel moved.

The field of vision is narrowing, pointing further and further along the muzzle of the gun.

Without a vehicle, his supernatural vision range was only 100 meters at most. But now, in the safe house, where there was no external interference and he was highly focused, something miraculous happened.

He could clearly feel his consciousness gradually merging with the gun, as if he and the gun were one. His vision kept expanding, 100 meters, 200 meters, 500 meters... and finally settled at 1000 meters.

However, the field of view loses its three-dimensional, full-angle state and becomes a narrow, one-way view along the direction of the gun muzzle.

In this state, his breathing became unusually steady, his heartbeat slowed down, and the muzzle of his gun remained as steady as a rock. Even the slightest sway of his arm could be instantly adjusted through his superpower, greatly improving the accuracy of his aim.

Lin Rui slowly moved the muzzle of his gun, aiming at the rooftop attic of a Western-style building in the distance.

There was a drunkard there, pouring alcohol from a bottle into his mouth.

Lin Rui lightly placed his finger on the trigger, simulating the action of shooting, striving for precision in every detail, as if there really was a target waiting for him to pull the trigger.

With a soft click of the trigger, he simulated firing a bullet, the target being the drunkard.

He then deactivated his superpowers.

This peculiar state of being one with the gun is extremely taxing on one's energy. After only a few minutes, Lin Rui felt a dull ache in his temples.

He held the gun upright, sat on the bed, closed his eyes, and rested for a while before gradually recovering.

He silently estimated that this superpowered state of being one with the gun could only last for a maximum of 10 minutes. Once that time was exceeded, he would be completely exhausted and would need at least several hours to recover his energy.

"Ten minutes..." Lin Rui muttered to himself, but his eyes gradually hardened. "That's enough."