The weakest profession? Please, it's just that you don't know how to use it.

Before leaving, Chen Feng did not forget to absorb all the ten pieces of iron ore stored under the table.

He got 100 basic materials.

These iron ores can be sold for hundreds of yuan each on the market. If the school did not provide them for free, Chen Feng would not be able to afford them.

With the newly made probability pistol, Chen Feng came to the shooting range of the training base.

Other students in the class were doing practical training courses here.

Unlike logistics professions, attack or auxiliary professions need a wider space to display their fists and feet.

At the same time, there is a certain degree of danger in the process of familiarizing with the ability, and the on-site teacher needs to be closely supervised.

"Teacher Wu, the class teacher asked me to come here."

Wu Gang is the teacher in charge of the combat profession of Class 8 of Grade 3, and he is also a powerful awakener who has reached Level 12.

"Lao Qin asked you to come?"

Wu Gang looked at Chen Feng with some confusion.

Didn't Chen Feng awaken to a logistics profession? Why did he come to the shooting range?

"Target number three, you can use it."

Chen Feng nodded and walked over, taking out the pistol he had built from the system warehouse.

"Hey, hey, hey! Chen Feng, what are you doing?���

Wu Gang was shocked when he saw this, and in the blink of an eye he grabbed Chen Feng's right hand.

Chen Feng explained,"Teacher Wu, this is the weapon I made."

"You made it?"

Wu Gang squints his left eye and writes disbelief on his face.

"It's not a toy gun, is it?"

He took the pistol and took a look.

Wow, it's actually a weapon!

"My goodness, Chen Feng, what kind of luck do you have? How can a LV1 awakener forge weapons right away?"

"It's a pity," he quickly put away his smile,"probability weapons are not very useful."

Wu Gang returned the pistol to Chen Feng

"Come on, although it is an E-level profession, you can still find your own direction as long as you work hard."

After he encouraged Chen Feng, he patted his shoulder and then walked to the No. 4 target position next to him to instruct other students.

Each target position has a standard practice pistol provided by the school, which is very powerful.

It is no wonder that Wu Gang was shocked when Chen Feng suddenly took out a serious pistol.

When he came to the No. 3 target position, Chen Feng adjusted the distance of the target to 30 meters.

Then he selected the bullets of the appropriate model from the bullet box and loaded the magazine.

One advantage of creating a logistics profession is that they can roughly master the use of the weapon after creating a weapon with a blueprint.

This ability is absolutely abnormal for other professions, saving a lot of learning costs. It's just a pity that logistics professions don't need to use weapons at all. They only need to be responsible for manufacturing and maintenance.

Loading, raising the gun, and aiming are done in one go.

Then pull the trigger.

The slight recoil of the bullet ejected from the barrel is transmitted to the arm and shoulder. There was a ding sound.

It was the sound of the bullet bouncing off the alloy iron target.

In order to extend the use time of the target, the school specially used special-grade alloy steel to make the target.

Ordinary pistol bullets can only leave a shallow mark on it.

Three rings.

The result is very poor, but this is not what Chen Feng is concerned about.

He moved the target in front of him and looked at it carefully.

The previous shot only left a bullet mark the size of a pimple on the target surface, and the power was limited.

It should not have triggered the effect of the probabilistic weapon.

Then Chen Feng adjusted the target back to thirty meters, raised his gun and aimed again and pulled the trigger.

There was still a crisp ding sound.

Chen Feng did not put down the pistol, but continued to shoot.

The crisp sound of the bullet being bounced off the alloy iron target echoed rhythmically in his ears.

Just after Chen Feng pulled the trigger for the sixth time in a row, a more obvious sound was heard.

The alloy iron target that was as stable as Mount Tai actually shook.

【[Probability triggered, effect activated, penetration doubled]

System prompts followed one after another.

Chen Feng frowned and fired another bullet. This time there was no prompt.

He looked back at the target and saw a small gap on the bumpy target surface.

The shot that just triggered the probability penetrated the iron target.

"Not bad."

Ten bullets triggering an effect once is simply a fantasy compared to the 2 in 10,000 probability of this weapon.

Logically, he should continue to test it to see if he is really lucky.

But for Chen Feng, ten samples are enough.

When he bought scratch tickets before, he only needed to scratch ten tickets to roughly determine whether the so-called grand prize was a gimmick.

"but......"

Chen Feng looked down at the ordinary pistol in his hand and thought

"Can other people achieve the same effect with the probability weapon I created?"

He was curious whether his good luck would be passed on to his creation, so he locked his eyes on the open shooting range on the other side.

"Teacher Wu, I'm going to the open shooting range to take a look."

"Be careful."

Wu Gang was still instructing the student in front of him. He just said one sentence and let Chen Feng go.

When Chen Feng left, he remembered that Chen Feng had completed the test shooting.

He came to the No. 3 target curiously. He took a look at the scattered shells on the ground and confirmed:"Only ten bullets were used?"

While muttering, Wu Gang moved the alloy iron target in front of him.

Then his pupils trembled, and his eyes were fixed on a gap in the sixth ring of the target.

"Did I remember it wrong?"

Wu Gang clearly remembered that the target at target position 3 was not damaged earlier.

In other words, unless a student with a firearms major took advantage of his inattention and continuously fired at the same position, it would be impossible for the firearms provided by the school to penetrate the alloy iron target.

Wu Gang turned his head and looked in the direction where Chen Feng left.

"Turtle, it shouldn’t be him, right?"......

Before the shooting range was opened, some students from Class 8 of Grade 3 who had completed basic training and mastered basic professional skills were practicing freely.

Under the organization of the class monitor and the discipline committee, a competition between students was underway.

"Amazing! Is this the destructive power of the B-class [Fire Mage]? Even the dummy was burned to ashes."

"Don't brag, the Swordsman is still awesome, he split the dummy in half with just one sword"

"That's different, you have a higher burst."

The two students seemed to be tied.

"The next group, Wang Xin and Liu Xiaotong."

The students' eyes were all fixed on Wang Xin.

As the only genius in the class who had awakened to a SS-level profession, everyone wanted to see what kind of strength he could burst out.

At this time, Su Moxi, who was cheering for Wang Xin, found Chen Feng who happened to be walking over.

""Chen Feng? What are you doing here as a logistics guy?"

Su Moxi's voice attracted the attention of the people around her. They all looked at her with strange and amused expressions.

Chen Feng ignored her.

This made Su Moxi feel very uncomfortable.

This Chen Feng would always greet her warmly when he met her before. Everyone in the class knew this.

But now he treated her like air, which made her feel uncomfortable.

""Chen Feng, what are you doing here?"

Su Moxi asked.

At this time, Chen Feng walked straight to the sidelines and patted Gu Sisi, who was squatting on the ground and drawing circles on the sand with her fingers.

Gu Sisi raised her head and stared at Chen Feng blankly.

The two did not say hello.

Chen Feng took out a pistol from the warehouse and handed it to her.

"Let's try firing a magazine."

Gu Sisi nodded and stood up.