Extraterrestrial parasite

"boom!"

The last bullet casing fell and rolled around on the ground for a few times. Chen Yang put down his pistol and looked at McAvoy standing aside.

"It's amazing. You can achieve this in just three days."

McAvoy nodded appreciatively and turned his attention to the "targets."

These so-called "targets" are not ordinary fixed targets that stand still, but table tennis balls shot out by catapults!

From a distance of almost thirty meters, five catapults shot out five table tennis balls at a speed of sixty kilometers per hour. It is estimated that no one can shoot down such a terrifying moving target with a pistol in reality, but Chen Yang did it. With his amazing physical fitness, he did it in just 300 hours of training.

"call……"

After Chen Yang heard McAvoy's praise, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed his sore shoulders.

This is no joke. In these more than 300 hours, he not only had to figure out the structure of dozens of firearms, but also used these guns to achieve astonishing results, but it took a lot of energy from him.

Being able to do this was not only due to Chen Yang's tireless efforts, but also because his right hand finally gave him a chance to cheat!

That’s brain overclocking!

Now that Chen Yang was able to successfully complete the first class and learn Peak Fighting, his body's coordination and adaptability have also been effectively exerted. Even the "valve" of the first overclocking and the second overclocking is given to Chen Yang with his right hand. Central.

After spending twenty hours learning and controlling the "valve", Chen Yang's shooting talent increased several times after completely mastering the ability to open the "valve" freely, and all the difficulties he encountered before were eliminated.

At this point, Chen Yang was finally able to start learning McAvoy's "gun fighting skills".

Although this gun fighting technique cannot make bullets turn in the air like in the movie, the xeon gun fighting technique summarized through a large number of right-hand shooting test analysis and statistical principles combines Chen Yang's peak fighting skills. It can use extremely precise movement calculations, center on itself, and cover all 360-degree directions around the body, so that attack and defense can coexist at the same time.

Its terrifying lethality is enough to make any enemy tremble with fear.

"So, instructor, what do we need to learn next?"

After exhaling a breath of turbid air, Chen Yang looked calm and asked casually.

"Next, of course, there will be an actual battle."

McAvoy's eyes were level with Chen Yang's and he asked without any emotion: "Are you ready?"

Chen Yang was silent for a while.

"Do you need to say more about this question?"

As soon as the answer came out of his mouth, the surrounding scene suddenly changed.

"Dududu..."

It only took a short second to go from the underground shooting training range to a street with many vehicles and densely populated areas.

Chen Yang was in a daze. In his daily solitary training, he hadn't seen so many pedestrians for a long time, so he still couldn't believe it.

It’s just that this place seems to be...

Foreign country?

The streets are full of blond hair and blue eyes, and there are only a few Chinese-looking people. This is not a foreign country.

At this moment, Chen Yang was sitting in a coffee shop wearing a black windbreaker, with a cup of steaming coffee placed in front of the glass table.

Judging from the clothes of the people on the street outside the window, it seems that it is a cold winter, the sky is overcast, and it is not known whether it will snow next moment.

But these are not important. After all, they are all virtual scenes. The key point of the problem is, doesn’t it mean actual combat? What is he doing sitting here?

The answer to this question came quickly.

McAvoy, also wearing a black trench coat, suddenly came over from the seat at the back and sat down opposite Chen Yang.

"Instructor, you..."

"listen to me."

Stopping Chen Yang's questioning, McAvoy said: "The next step is a practical mission for you. Do you see the bank opposite?"

"bank?"

Chen Yang followed McAvoy's instructions and moved his eyes to the tall building opposite.

Indeed, there is a large bank on the first floor of the high-rise building, and people are coming in and out one after another carrying briefcases.

Seeing this, Chen Yang immediately had a bad premonition. Sure enough, the next moment McAvoy said: "In five minutes, a group of gangsters will enter the bank to rob. I want you to steal the gangsters." Take out the money and escape the police. How about it, any questions?"

"If I say there's a problem, can I just stop going?"

Chen Yang smiled bitterly.

"Of course not."

"Well, in this case I must have no problem, it's just my gun..."

"Your two guns are on the tactical gun belt on your waist, and there are four magazines in your windbreaker pocket, which should be enough for you to complete the mission."

"Okay, your actual combat mission starts from now on... I wish you good luck!"

After saying this, McAvoy unceremoniously took the coffee that Chen Yang had not drunk and tasted it slowly.

Sighing, Chen Yang opened his windbreaker slightly and saw that there were indeed two guns stuck on the tactical gun belt on his waist. The two guns on the left and the right are all specially modified m1911s. One is made of stainless steel in silver, and the other is made of stainless steel in black. There is also an "x" brand mark printed on the gun body.

"By the way, instructor, you don't need me to pay for this cup of coffee, right?"

Standing up, Chen Yang made a rare humorous statement.

"The owner of this store probably won't take my money."

Taking out a pistol and placing it on the glass table, McAvoy replied calmly.

"Very good, that puts my mind at ease."

Shaking his windbreaker, Chen Yang walked out of the coffee shop and walked to the sidewalk, waiting for the car to stop before slowly walking towards the bank opposite.

The mission McAvoy mentioned was to fight against the gangsters. Chen Yang thought about it and walked directly into the bank instead of waiting for the gangsters to arrive five minutes later.

As expected of a branch of Citibank, the decoration is not only magnificent, but also very large inside. Not to mention the long rows of counters, there are rows of desks sitting in front of the wide corridors paved with marble. The staff is receiving business consultation and processing from customers.

Even though it was winter, Chen Yang was wearing a black windbreaker and a pair of sunglasses, but he still looked a little weird, which immediately attracted the attention of the two security guards guarding the door.

The security guards at major American banks are generally staffed by retired military personnel or professionals. They all have sturdy builds and are armed with live ammunition. Every customer who comes in will be scanned by their vigilant eyes to screen out any suspicious elements.

Unfortunately for Chen Yang, he attracted the attention of two black security guards as soon as he entered the door.

However, Chen Yang's movements did not show even a trace of slowness or pause, and he walked into the processing hall like a normal person. This also made the security guard's suspicious and scrutinizing gaze weaken a bit.

At this time, Chen Yang suddenly stopped walking and couldn't walk until he reached the center of the hall. Then he put his hands into his arms, grasped the handle of the gun, and suddenly took it out.

"Bang bang!"

Two consecutive gunshots not only killed two black security guards instantly without looking back, but also completely broke the tranquility of the hall.

"Ah...ah..."

Women screamed, men panicked, and the crowd in the hall suddenly panicked. However, the American people indeed have good "quality training" and "experience." After Chen Yang fired several shots at the ceiling, he screamed again. The woman who screamed obediently shut her mouth and lay on the ground.

After controlling the situation in the hall, Chen Yang calmly came to a desk in the corridor, sat down on the table, and put down the gun.

Despite this, most people in the bank were lying on the ground and did not notice Chen Yang's move. Those who discovered Chen Yang's "careless" behavior did not have the courage to resist, so the situation remained "calm".

Chen Yang looked down at a salesman at the table. Seeing that he was shaking with fear, Chen Yang held his head and dared not speak. He snapped his fingers and asked, "Friend, do you have a cigarette?"

"Smoke? Yes, yes!"

After hearing what Chen Yang, the robber, said, the salesman hurriedly opened his pocket and not only took out a box of cigarettes, but also carefully took out a lighter.

"Hmm, this smells really weird."

He took the cigarette box, took out a cigarette and lit it. Chen Yang, who had not smoked for a long time, shook his head, exhaled a puff of smoke and then put out the cigarette he had just lit.

To be honest, Chen Yang's behavior is very strange. Generally speaking, armed robbers who break into banks come for money. How can they be like Chen Yang now, who not only doesn't ask for money, but also Sit there and smoke?