When Armstrong heard Carl's words, he was already afraid. He even felt that his legs were a little weak.
However, the desire to survive and the treasure of his butt made his legs regain strength.
He ran away!
When Carl and Li Zhuo walked out of the shooting range to the corridor, they could not even see Armstrong's back.
"Where's Armstrong?" Li Zhuo looked at the empty corridor and showed a puzzled expression.
Carl shrugged and said, "I don't know. He's been mumbling all day, as if he's very scared, and he often says things like butt."
Li Zhuo was puzzled. What did he mean?
Just when Li Zhuo was full of doubts, Putnam's voice came again. "Alright, Hurry up and come back for training. We've tried shooting with a silencer just now. This time, it's time to try shooting without a silencer."
When Li Zhuo and Carl heard this, they immediately walked in and held the pistol on the table again. They began to dismantle the silencer like Putnam had done.
Seeing that Li Zhuo had dismantled the silencer very quickly and skillfully like a veteran killer, Putnam revealed a gratified smile.
"You're the fastest student I've ever seen."
"Thank you for the compliment. I just replayed the technique you taught me."
Carl listened quietly by the side, but he was muttering in his heart. Was it not just removing the silencer? What was the difference between this thing and screwing a screw? Was this worthy of praise?
Carl was rather jealous, and his hands moved faster.
However, in the next moment, the dissatisfaction on Carl's face turned into surprise. That was because the moment Carl put on his headphones, the look in Li Zhuo's eyes changed drastically.
At first, he looked no different from an ordinary student.
However, the moment he raised his hand, that pair of gentle eyes immediately became incomparably fierce, like an extremely calm killer who had completed countless missions.
Raising his hand, aiming, shooting.
The whole set of movements was done in one go, without the slightest sense of sluggishness.
The 12 bullets in the magazine were all shot in a short span of six seconds. On average, one shot per 0.5 seconds.
This included the time needed to aim and adjust the trajectory, as well as to control the recoil.
Carl was dumbstruck as he watched Li Zhuo take out the empty magazine and casually put it on the table.
He took off his headphones and stiffly turned his neck to look at the target in front of him.
One shot had six points, one shot had eight points, and then all the rest had ten points.
Seeing such results, Carl could not help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.
This... was simply the legendary sharpshooter!
However, just as Carl was shocked, he heard Li Zhuo beside him sigh and say, "the feeling of shooting with and without silencers is indeed different. The first two shots were a little off."
Carl was speechless.
Why did you use a tone of self-blame and dissatisfaction to brag?? Are you f*cking kidding me?
On the other hand, Putnam patted Li Zhuo's shoulder and said, "this is already considered pretty good. After all, this is your first time shooting an HK-USP. To be able to have such a standard is already pretty good."
Carl felt his jaw go numb.
Are you f*cking kidding me? Is this the first time you've shot, and getting such a result was just pretty good?
However, just as Carl was stunned, Putnam walked over without saying a word. He helped Carl put on the noise-canceling headphones and returned to his position.
He raised his hand, aimed, and shot in one go. The entire action was smooth and smooth without any pause.
Carl was in a trance for a moment.
He found that Putnam's shooting process was almost exactly the same as Li Zhuo's!
Whether it was the posture, the hand movements, or the movements of his legs, every detail was almost the same. It was as if he had changed a set of leather during 3D modeling.
In an instant, Carl realized again.
No! It was not that Putnam looked like Li Zhuo, but that Li Zhuo was imitating Putnam!
It was Li Zhuo who perfectly copied Putnam's shooting posture.
At this moment, Carl suddenly remembered what Alsop had said before. 'That kid Li, no matter what it is, as long as you see it once, you'll be able to remember it.'
Carl swallowed his saliva again.
This... was this the so-called 'remember'?
After Putnam completed the task, Carl looked at the target again.
12 bullets, all hitting the bull's eye. This... was the strength of the world's top assassin!
At this time, Putnam suddenly looked at Carl. Carl subconsciously took off his headphones. He felt that Putnam was about to say something, he was waiting for what Putnam wanted to say.
When a person felt that others were powerful, they would subconsciously obey those people. This was the reverence of a living being towards a strong person.
"Carl, after watching our shooting process, do you think I'm more powerful or Li is more powerful?"
Carl did not even think about it and immediately answered subconsciously. "Of course you're more powerful. After all, two of his shots missed the bulls-eye."
From the logic and results, it was natural that Putnam was more powerful. At least Carl thought so.
However, Putnam shook his head slightly and said, "No, you're wrong. In fact, Li Zhuo is more powerful.
"You don't understand guns and shooting, so you can only judge who is more powerful based on the accuracy."
"However, in fact, Li Zhuo's shooting process just now was not as simple as you think."
After saying that, he raised his gun. Carl subconsciously wanted to put on the noise-reducing headphones.
After all, this gun was not equipped with a silencer. If he fired at such a close distance, his ears would be very uncomfortable, and he might even get tinnitus.
However, Putnam did not shoot. Instead, he pointed at the details with his finger and explained,
"My shooting process is actually very simple. Aim, shoot, and then hit."
Hearing this, Carl already had a puzzled expression.
Why the hell did you make it sound so simple to hit the bulls-eye with a gun?
"However, Li's process is different from mine. He has one more thing, and that is to correct the trajectory."
"I rely on my experience. I am very skilled with every gun in the world, so I don't need to adjust the trajectory. The moment I fired, I knew that I could hit the bulls-eye with this shot."
"However, Li wasn't like this. He adjusted the trajectory of the bullet according to the deviation after he fired."
"Also, during this process, he didn't stop at all. At least, I couldn't master when I was learning firearms."
"So, he was more powerful."
After hearing Putnam's words, Carl was slightly stunned. It seemed to make sense.
Li Zhuo's movements were so skilled that Carl subconsciously ignored the fact that Li Zhuo was a beginner. Only now did he realize why Putnam had praised him like that just now.
That was because Li Zhuo was really a genius!
Genius...
This word had always been other people's praise to Carl. Since four years ago, he had been receiving such praise. Today, the title of genius was taken away by Li Zhuo.
This made Carl a little upset.
He also learned from Putnam and Li Zhuo's movements, raising the gun, aiming, and shooting. He wanted to shoot 12 bullets as fast as Putnam and Li Zhuo.
However, after he actually pulled the trigger, he found that it was simply impossible.
From the second shot, every bullet of his had missed the target. Even the next six bullets hit the ceiling. One of them even shattered a lamp.
After twelve bullets were fired, Putnam was silent for a moment. Then he pointed at the lamp on the ceiling. "In a sense, it's quite accurate."
"..."
...
When Armstrong escaped, Alsop was playing a game in the entertainment room.
Logically speaking, as a servant, he should not disturb his master. However, this time, Armstrong could not care less.
He rushed up and unplugged the power, and before Alsop lost her temper, he spoke first. "Something big has happened! Carl's butt has fallen!!"
Alsop could only say, "huh?"