Night's Nomenclature
Chapter 277: Acting

In the back seat of the Flying Car.

Qing Chen looked at Li Changqing with some curiosity: "Did Old Nine say I wanted to play with a sniper rifle?"

Li Changqing said with a smile: "He told me everything, saying that you're a genius with firearms, hitting the bullseye at 50 meters every time."

"Then there's no need to go to the shooting range so hastily today," Qing Chen casually asked, "Did someone suggest it?"

"Yes, when I took Qing Yi to visit Old Nine, Old Nine said your shooting skills were amazing. So, Qing Yi, that kid, after hearing about you, really wanted to see it for himself," Li Changqing said, "Old Nine also said that any firearm or bow and arrow, you can hit the target within three tries at most. By the way, Qing Yi's bodyguard team also has sharpshooters, handpicked by his father from the Federation Army. He even joked about wanting to have a friendly competition with you."

Qing Yi.

Qing Chen pondered.

At one moment, he was thinking about one question: Could Qing Yi also be a Time Traveler?

After all, when he returned last week, a fierce gun battle had just taken place on Xingshu Road, and many informed people wanted to know who the sniper was.

Now, the precocious Qing Yi suddenly said he wanted to see his shooting skills. The timing is too coincidental.

But if Qing Yi is also a Time Traveler, it makes sense.

It's not that Qing Chen is overly suspicious; it's just that his situation is rather delicate, so he needs to think more…

But if Qing Yi really is a Time Traveler, which one would he be among He Xiaoxiao's group?

Li Si, who is most concerned about the Qing Family Shadow Succession?

Zhang San, who helps Huan Yu provide false information?

Or… Huan Yu?

Of course, this is just an initial guess.

There are more than twenty people in the He Xiaoxiao group chat, and more than ten of them have never spoken a word. Qing Chen can't arbitrarily speculate on their identities.

Only one conclusion can be certain: Be careful of this Qing Yi.

It's not that Qing Chen has already determined that Qing Yi is a Time Traveler, but rather a bold hypothesis, carefully reasoned.

If someone with Qing Yi's identity becomes a Time Traveler, it would be very dangerous.

Because such a person could even use the power of their family to gather and control other Time Travelers, forming a huge force in the Outer World.

For example, if Zhang Chengze had admitted to being a Time Traveler yesterday, he might have been secretly taken away.

In the Flying Car, Qing Chen felt a faint fragrance, it was Li Changqing who had moved closer to him.

He silently moved to the side, constantly reminding himself, This is my master's younger sister…

This is my master's younger sister…

But he heard Li Changqing say: "Old Nine said you really want to play with a sniper rifle, but when I said I was going to take you to the shooting range today, you didn't seem very happy."

Qing Chen calmly said: "I killed a lot of people last week, and I still haven't been able to recover."

Li Changqing laughed: "I heard about that. When you were in the Octagonal Cage, you only killed one person. Now many people say you're a living Bodhisattva in the Octagonal Cage. It's okay, the world is so chaotic, you'll get used to it sooner or later. Today we're just playing target practice, not killing people."

Qing Chen didn't need to practice sniping today, but he needed to act.

Because those who want to see his sniping skills today are probably more than just Qing Yi.

For example, Little Eagle is listening attentively.

But Qing Chen didn't know that Little Eagle wasn't interested in sniper rifles, but was learning some advanced experience from Daybreak.

The Flying Car drove all the way to Upper Zone 3.

However, once the Flying Car arrives here, it must strictly follow certain routes, and the vehicle must have an electronic security protocol, otherwise, it will be shot down from the air.

Qing Chen knew why the Flying Car could only fly along specific routes, because flying over the Conglomerate's mansion allows a complete overview of the entire estate, making it convenient for spies to study the defensive layout.

Compared to the lawless Lower Zone 3, this might be the safest place in the entire City 18.

Li Changqing said to Qing Chen: "In a few days, when Old Nine recovers, let him get an electronic security protocol for your car too, so you can freely enter and exit Upper Zone 3. But remember, never fly over the Conglomerate's mansion."

Upper Zone 3 doesn't have many skyscrapers and modern technology, nor does it have the heavy light pollution of the cyber city. Instead, pavilions, towers, and courtyards are everywhere.

At night, red lanterns are like a starry river.

Flying over here, Qing Chen felt as if he had traveled back to the Tang Dynasty.

The only difference is that the Conglomerate of the Inner World seems to particularly like using vermilion and bright red to decorate their mansions, so it's richly colored, like the most vibrant oil painting.

Li Changqing earnestly instructed: "After returning to Ban Shan Mountain Estate these days, don't run around, okay? If you want to go out to play, you have to stay by my side… City 18 is no longer safe, those who should come and those who shouldn't have all come."

After a long time, Qing Chen began to hear a rumbling sound from below the Flying Car.

He was familiar with this sound; it was the sound of an anti-materiel sniper rifle.

The Flying Car landed at the foot of the back mountain of Ban Shan Mountain Estate, a low mountain, like a flood control dam, cutting the complete Ban Shan Mountain Estate in half.

The targets for the sniper rifles were set up against the mountain, with 800-meter, 400-meter, 200-meter, and 50-meter targets available.

The prepared firearms were not only sniper rifles, but also a full set of automatic rifles and handguns, transported by vehicle by the Li Clan servants.

More than twenty people had already gathered at the shooting range, half of whom were brought by Qing Yi.

Qing Chen immediately saw the small Qing Yi in the crowd. This middle school student, in the world of adults, was somewhat out of place, yet the most dazzling.

He still had the cute watermelon hairstyle, quietly watching a young man lying prone on the ground pulling the trigger.

Not far away, Li Yino, Nangeng Chen, and Li Tongyun were also there, the three of them playing with ordinary firearms.

Li Yino was seen half-embracing Nangeng Chen from behind, hand-in-hand teaching him how to shoot and aim.

When the Flying Car stopped, Qing Yi came forward to greet them: "Aunt Changqing, Uncle Qing Chen, good morning."

Qing Chen found that this kid was quite restrained, calling someone only three years older than him "uncle," without any strange expression on his Face^[-].

Qing Chen smiled and asked: "This time, did you bring a gift?"

As soon as these words came out, Nangeng Chen, who was concentrating on shooting not far away, slightly trembled his wrist, admiring in his heart the nerve of Brother Chen asking a junior for gifts.

It's Qing Chen himself, no doubt.

Moreover, Nangeng Chen knew something, from the Qing Family bloodline, Qing Yi is of the same generation as Qing Chen, and now, through his relationship with Li Changqing, Qing Chen has "super-added a generation'.

He has subtly taken advantage of the other Shadow Candidates.

On the other hand, Qing Yi said obediently: "I did, I did."

He said, a servant beside him brought over a box, inside of which was a silver pistol, with intricate carvings on the gun body.

Qing Yi said with a smile: "This pistol is a limited edition commemorative model from the Qing Family's Thunderfire Military Industry, called "Life Silencer'. It was once hyped up to two million in the black market. It has never been fired since it was produced. I heard from Old Nine that Uncle Qing Chen is a sharpshooter, so this gun is just right for you."

"Good boy," Qing Chen smiled and took the box, and handed it to Little Eagle beside him.

He couldn't possibly use this gun; the best way to handle it was to sell it to the black market or give it to someone else.

You know, people have fingerprints, firearms do too, and the fingerprints of firearms are the rifling.

When a bullet passes through the spiraled barrel, the surface of the bullet will be rubbed by the rifling, leaving tiny marks, and this mark is the unique fingerprint of each gun.

So, many times, by tracing the marks left by the rifling on the bullet, you can trace the firearm used by the perpetrator.

This "Life Silencer', having passed through Qing Yi's hands, he must have left ballistic test data. Any bullet fired from this gun by Qing Chen could be compared to his by him.

At this moment, the prone sniper pulled the trigger again.

The exhaust port on the side of the anti-materiel sniper rifle spewed out a gust of air, stirring up the surrounding dust.

The roar interrupted everyone's conversation. At the 800-meter target, a Li Clan range attendant waved a flag to report the score: 9 rings!

The sniper pulled the trigger again, 9 rings.

He fired ten shots in a row, all within 9 rings, and even five shots were 10 rings.

Li Changqing exclaimed: "Within 9 rings at 800 meters, he can indeed be called a sharpshooter."

Qing Yi looked at Qing Chen: "Uncle Qing Chen, do you want to try?"

Qing Chen thought for a moment and said: "I've only played with handguns and automatic rifles, and I've never shot at such a distant target."

The sniper slowly stood up: "Handguns are fine too."

This time Qing Chen didn't hesitate: "Okay, Yino, get me a handgun."

"Which one?" Li Yino asked.

"Any," Qing Chen calmly said.

"Here," Li Yino, beside him, casually picked up a handgun from the table full of firearms and threw it to Qing Chen.

Qing Chen caught it and casually held it: "Has anyone used this handgun recently? There are only seven bullets left."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and fired all seven bullets in the magazine.

With a click, after all the bullets were fired, the gun jammed at the front end.

There were indeed only seven bullets.

This scene stunned everyone around them: Amazing!

Everyone had seen accurate shooting, but this operation of knowing how many bullets were in the magazine just by holding it is like magic.

You know, this was a handgun casually selected by Li Yino for Qing Chen, not chosen by Qing Chen himself!

The next moment, the range attendant confirmed the target paper and waved the flag: 10 rings, all 7 shots were 10 rings.

The sniper frowned. Qing Chen was shooting at the 50-meter target; getting all ten rings wasn't anything special, he could do that too.

But the key was, without getting familiar with the firearm, he could achieve this result with just a casual shot.

Moreover, the recoil didn't affect the stability of the shot at all.

As the saying goes, outsiders look at the excitement, insiders look at the doorway. The sniper knew that Qing Chen didn't even aim deliberately.

This is absolute gun sense.

Li Changqing applauded and laughed: "Old Nine wasn't lying, your shooting skills are indeed very good."

Qing Chen didn't speak, but walked to the table, casually picked up an automatic rifle, and casually shot at the 200-meter target. After firing a full magazine, it was still all ten rings.

Unbelievably steady.

He changed to another automatic rifle, and it was still ten rings every shot.

Now, the sniper brought by Qing Yi became serious.

Qing Chen looked at him and said: "Try it?"

The sniper shook his head: "No need to try, you have absolute gun sense; I'm not as good as you."

Qing Chen showed no intention of hiding his skills; his actions had a deterrent effect.

Qing Yi said with a smile beside him: "Uncle Qing Chen, try the sniper rifle."

"Okay," Qing Chen didn't refuse.

He picked up an anti-materiel sniper rifle, recalling his first time using "Conquer with Virtue', aimed at the 400-meter target and pulled the trigger.

"Ten rings!"

However, as if Qing Chen hadn't adapted to the huge recoil, his entire body moved slightly, and the muzzle of the sniper rifle also deviated from the target.

All this was exactly the same as his first time firing, even the muscle reaction was perfectly replicated.

Qing Yi silently looked at the sniper, and the sniper whispered: "It's indeed the reaction from the first time firing an anti-materiel sniper rifle, this is difficult for ordinary people to imitate. Moreover, look at how he loads the bullets; it's very clumsy, this is also difficult to fake."

Speaking of loading, Qing Chen wasn't faking it.

He really hadn't loaded bullets into an anti-materiel sniper rifle before!

Because "Conquer with Virtue' doesn't need to be loaded at all; you can't even find the loading port!

"But he hit ten rings," Qing Yi looked at Qing Chen's figure lying prone on the ground, and softly said.

"He has absolute gun sense with handguns and automatic rifles. Using a sniper rifle to hit the 400-meter target with ten rings is normal," the sniper said softly, "The important thing is to look at 600 meters and 800 meters. At 600 meters, relying solely on the 16x optical sight, it's impossible to see the target clearly. At 800 meters, when the trajectory starts to have a slight parabola, let's see what score he gets."

While talking, Qing Chen had already aimed at the 600-meter target and pulled the trigger.

The attendant waved the flag: 6 rings!

Everyone present thought this was normal, and being able to hit six rings was already quite impressive.

Only Nangeng Chen was shouting wildly in his heart, he's acting, Brother Chen is acting!

At first, he thought that showing his skills without any concealment earlier wasn't in line with Qing Chen's personality.

But now that he thought about it, only a display of both real and fake would be more convincing.

In this way, after everyone has witnessed Qing Chen's prowess, they will believe in his later concealment.

From his understanding, judging from Qing Chen's shooting skills shown on the blood-soaked Xingshu Road that night, 1000 meters, ten rings every time, is normal.

If Qing Chen couldn't do that, he wouldn't let the bullet pass through his legs; Qing Chen wouldn't risk his life!

That anti-materiel sniper rifle bullet is as long as a palm; if it hits the leg, the leg is gone.

Qing Chen wouldn't make such a gamble.

Nangeng Chen secretly looked around; he found that only he seemed to realize that Qing Chen had started acting, even Xiao Tongyun didn't know how fierce Qing Chen's shooting skills were.

"Six rings?" Qing Chen, after learning his score, seemed a little dissatisfied.

He pulled the trigger again, but this time it was even worse than before, only 2 rings, almost missing the target.

Shooting again, 10 rings.

Seeing ten rings, everyone was stunned. Someone thought, could the magical skill of hitting the target in three shots be performed again?

Qing Chen shot again, 7 rings.

Qing Yi looked at the sniper beside him, with inquiry in his eyes.

The sniper softly said: "10 rings is just luck. Aiming at the target and shooting, as long as you can hit the target, you can always hit 10 rings by chance. Hitting 10 rings is the real deal. If every shot is around the bullseye but never hits the bullseye, then there's a problem. Boss, let's look at 800 meters again. This is a hurdle that those who can't be snipers can't overcome."

Qing Yi thought for a moment, that's indeed the reason.

At this time, Li Changqing smiled at Qing Chen: "Don't be discouraged, it's a rare thing to be able to hit the target at 600 meters for the first time touching a sniper rifle."

"That's true," a sniper said, "The first time I touched a sniper rifle, I didn't hit a single shot. Try the 800-meter target."

Qing Chen thought for a moment and shook his head: "Forget it, if I can barely hit at 600 meters, I won't humiliate myself."

"It's about trying, Uncle Qing Chen," Qing Yi encouraged, "It's the Li Clan's shooting range anyway; they don't charge us for bullets."

"Then let's try," Qing Chen lay prone on the ground, turned the muzzle towards the 800-meter target.

This time, he aimed straight at the target paper, and after pulling the trigger, the bullet didn't even hit the target!

Qing Chen slightly raised the muzzle, trying to calculate the arc of the parabola to get the bullet on target, but it still missed!

Now even the staff member responsible for confirming the target paper moved further away, for fear of being hit by a stray bullet…

The sniper beside Qing Yi softly explained: "When he can't hit the target, he can't even know why he missed, and he can't adjust his trajectory. Adjusting the muzzle by intuition is futile. At this time, wind speed and gravity will pull the bullet off course; he probably won't be able to hit the target in the following shots. The first time I practiced the 800-meter target, it took me two full days to master the shooting technique."

As soon as he finished speaking, as if to confirm the sniper's thought.

Qing Chen tried again fifteen times, but only one shot hit the edge of the target paper; the others all missed.

Nangeng Chen watched his unbelieving and discontented expression from the side, thinking that if he didn't get a Golden Rooster Award, it would be a loss.

He wouldn't want to watch any movies without Brother Chen's movies in the future!

Li Changqing gently squatted beside Qing Chen, patted him on the shoulder, and comforted him: "Okay, okay, let's practice again when we have time. You've already done very well."

"Okay," Qing Chen sighed and stood up.

"Let's go, I have to take you to a place today," Li Changqing said with a smile when he saw him give up, "Li Yino, Xiao Tongyun, you guys come along too. Today is the day the Li Clan Academy opens its Martial Arts Hall, we'll take the new martial arts instructor there. Qing Yi, are you coming?"

Qing Yi shook his head and smiled obediently: "Auntie, I hate school the most. I've finally gotten out this time; let me have a day off. You guys go ahead; I want to play with guns."

"Then be careful," Li Changqing said, and then left with Qing Chen.

Qing Yi, who stayed at the shooting range, watched the vehicle drive away, and calmly said to his servant beside him: "Go and look at the bullet marks behind the target paper. I want to know where his bullets hit."

"Boss, what are you…" The sniper was a little puzzled.

Qing Yi calmly said: "True masters like to hide their skills, but even those who like to hide their skills will inevitably show off. For example, a master forger leaves his own signature in the pattern. Those who don't carefully look for it won't find it. If he is a sniper and has a youthful mentality, even if he deliberately misses the target, he will unintentionally want to show off something, to prove that he is not a true failure. Of course, this is just an extra verification step. It's also possible that he really just touched a sniper rifle for the first time."

When Qing Yi said this, he completely lost his youthful innocence and was mature beyond his years.

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