After Alec familiarized himself with his "brother"'s home, he went to the back of the house where all sorts of firearms were stored. The man then took Alec to a secluded part of his home to train him how to use a gun.
"One thing you must know when shooting a gun is to always brace your body for the recoil. Choose a correct firing stance, not the stance you are using right now. Come on, change your shooting stance", his "brother" kept correcting, sometimes physically adjusting his body stance.
"Now, align your eyes to the dot in front of you. You must fire an accurate because the enemy would not give you another chance to correct yourself if you aim if you miss".
Alec nodded and focused his mind on shooting the target's red dot. Then he closed his right eye and used his left to see the target. This was because his left eye was clearer than his right. Then, he aimed at the dot and pulled the trigger.
The bullet streaked across the air and hit the paper, twenty centimeters from the red dot. Alec checked out his shot and was slightly disappointed. However, his brother smiled and nodded in approval. "Not bad for a first try. Now, remember, practice makes perfect. I just received a call from my boys, so I will be going now. Be good brother", he said and stretched his hands, which Alec readily took and shook.
Soon, he was alone. Alec approached the paper target and practiced what his brother had instructed and began shooting at the paper.
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After another fifty-three rounds, his bullet finally penetrated the red dot, which delighted him.
"Skill Gained: Precision Shooting (Level 0)".
All these for a level zero? Alec was slightly disappointed. However, he knew he was far from an amateur. One cannot learn a skill in one day, he consoled himself. He decided to call it a day as his arms were hurting from shooting for too long.
Going back to the sitting room, he went to the kitchen and prepared himself a meal. Although he didn't know how long this body had been without food and hunger, he was seriously starving. Maybe it was the adrenaline rush that prevented him from realizing his ravaging hunger.
After eating full, he sat down on the sofa and closed his eye. His mind began to wander. So far, this game has been the most realistic game that has ever been created. What made Alec surprised is how this game even ran on a 90s virtual reality headset.
How was his real body? Does the time in this game correspond to the time in reality? These questions troubled Alec a lot. The system gave him a hundred and twenty days to complete the game, but he doubt if he would even last up to three days.
Another thing is, if this was a game, surely there would be bugs here, right? No matter how good a game is, or how many people program a game, there were bound to be bugs, even if it's not that visible.
He looked at the furniture around him and wondered: If this object was a model, then there would be a case of misaligned vertices. He approached a stool and peered closer at the material.
It didn't look that different from real life. After looking at other different types of furniture, he couldn't find anything that correlates with any bugs. Feeling disappointed, he stood up and headed to the shooting range. His arms has recovered, so he was ready to shoot again.
Unfortunately, even after hitting the target more than once, he couldn't raise his skill level. He dropped the desert eagle on the table and experimented with an M4 that was on the rack. Maybe he needed to try with another type of gun.
After pulling a trigger, he failed to even hit the paper target. Even worse, because he didn't grip the handle firmly, the scope punched his mouth, causing his lips to bleed.
Alec dropped the gun back on the rack and examined the wounds on the mirror, fortunately, his injury was superficial. He tore a tissue paper and dabbed it, before taking back his desert eagle and continuing practicing with it. Until he was better with the gun given, he cannot use any other firearms.
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In a very large 60s themed exquisite parlor, a man with white hair was on a call. "What? They were killed? Those brats sure have the guts to take out my men", the man said calmly, before sucking a deep breath from the big cigar on his hands.
"Alright, but keep a close eye on his whereabouts. I don't want him blabbering his mouth anyhow to the police. He needs to be silenced for good", the white-haired man said with a murderous glint in his eyes.
While he was talking, a beautiful woman with a long dress strolled to the parlor with alluring eyes. The armed bodyguards reacted at her presence but stood down when they realized who it was.
"Mi bella esposa", the man smiled and stretched his arms, prompting the woman to sit on his lap. "Cómo te sientes hoy?" The woman smiled and caressed his head. "I'm doing great dear, but it can't be said for you. What's troubling you my husband?" The woman asked in English.
"No, it's nothing. It's just a minor problem I would fix by tomorrow, okay. Prepare yourself and look beautiful, because we are having a huge feast. I'm hosting a lot of dignitaries tomorrow, so I want to show off my beautiful wife", the man smiled, showing his almost rotten teeth.
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After his bullet hit the red dot twenty times, a game popup displayed in front of him.
"Shoot target twenty times. Points gained: 10 points.
Alec was surprised. So there were submissions in the game. Even if he was glad that he obtained the points, he has no idea what it was for, so he canceled the popup and rested his arms.
Right now, he could accurately shoot a still target more than ten meters. He grabbed the gun and placed it inside of the jacket his brother had given him before he left.
He could not help but smile wryly. Alex had made a plan for how his life would go. He planned to graduate school at age 24, get a job a year after school, and become self-employed at age 30. If someone self tells him that in the future, he would find himself running from a mafia organization inside a ridiculously realistic game, and master how to use a gun, he would think that person was crazy, but here he was.
He was still deep in thought when the door suddenly flew open. There were four people armed with guns, and the moment they saw Alec on the sofa, they began firing at him. Luckily, Alec was at the far end of the sofa, so he quickly turned around and hid at the back of the chair.