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"Calm down!"

"You must be calm!!"

Dis Neda repeatedly warned himself in his heart.

His lips were dry and there was a slight amount of sweat oozing out from his back.

The sea breeze blew, and the air seemed to have a hint of cold murderous aura.

Diss feels like a frog stared at by a snake now.

"The normal mind when facing the enemy." Diss whispered to himself.

With the sound of the voice, Dis quickly calmed himself and pulled the trigger.

"Dis, the gunman is very different from a simple warrior. That is, a first-class gunman must keep a normal mind when facing the enemy no matter what the situation is."

"No matter how angry, excited, sad or fear you are before the fight, you must exclude these kinds of thoughts when you pick up the gun. A fierce feeling may lead a warrior to a great extent, but it will make the gunman fail without exception."

"No matter how good your daily exercise is, if you can't keep calm when facing the enemy, then wait for you..."

“There is only one dead end.”

This is what Harry said to him. Every word Harry said to him, Dis Neda deeply imprinted it in his mind and used it as a treasure of his life.

Bang! ~

A flash of eyes, bullets hit the empty space. Diss was not surprised.

"Predictions of action points!" Diss said to himself.

Diss' wrist turned sharply...

...

"Dis, the person who only chases the figures of his opponent staying in front of him, will never be a true first-class gunman."

"Can you hit the center of the fallen leaf and show me?" Harry said to Diss, pointing to a leaf flying in the air.

Dis nodded, held his breath, remained calm, and carefully observed the fallen leaf. When its movement reached its most stable time, Dis shot.

Diss was very sure of this shot. His shooting level was quite accurate under Liana's training.

Surprisingly, when the bullet arrived, the fallen leaf suddenly raised, and the bullet hit only a small part of its edge, rather than hitting the center of it.

"What's going on?" Dis said in annoyance. He fired again, targeting another fallen leaf, but he didn't hit it. He fired again... or failed.

"This... this is actually unexpectedly difficult." Diss said distressedly.

Harry smiled and took Diss' gun.

Three shots.

Three fallen leaves.

The projectile steadily passed through the center of the three fallen leaves dancing rapidly in the wind.

"This...this...this is..." Dis was so ate that he couldn't speak.

"This is the prediction of the action point." Harry said with a smile.

"Although the falling leaves flying in the wind seem to be uncertain in their movement, in fact, their regularity is very obvious. As long as you find out the state of the air flow in that second, combine the volume and shape of the leaves, and then consider the impact on them when the bullets are shot, it is not difficult to do this. Then, slowly turn it into your intuition." Harry said.

"But...but..." Diss felt that it was impossible to do this.

"Dis, my teacher Henry. Wang is an Oriental man. His Eastern name is Wang Yingjie. In the legend of the East, there are two very important stars in the sky. Polaris and South Polestar. The North Polestar controls death, and the South Polestar controls life. The North Polestar brings death to humans, while the South Polestar brings wealth to humans. The seven shining stars that revolve around the North Polestar are called the North Dipper."

"My teacher was called "Baidou King" in the gunman world and was called "Not Seven."

"There is no need to change the gun when the teacher is fighting against the enemy. There is no enemy that cannot be nailed to death in front of the teacher. He does not need any fancy skills at all. But now the teacher's eighth gun can be either the North Star or the South Star. It can bring life to the underworld, or send people to the underworld. I am far from reaching the level of the teacher."

"Before you shoot, be sure to calculate the other party's reaction. Your goal is to make the bullet fit the other party's actions."

"Remember, Diss. The most basic and most important thing about a first-class gunman is..."

“Predictions of action points!”

...

The person opposite Diss is now, from the perspective of movement alone, he is also a very powerful person. The person who can easily avoid the oncoming bullets is not something that ordinary warriors can do.

The figure floats...

"Left? No!!"

"It's on the right!!!"

Bang!~Dis calmly shot out the second bullet.

Then, Diss's hands were gone.

The gun that had just shot out two bullets was taken away in an instant.

The pistol hit the forehead of Little Diss, who was the master.

Diss' second bullet failed to hit the target smoothly.

"Hehe..., very good, very good, quite good." The man smiled and smiled as he gently stroked the silk thread scratched by the bullets in the bend of the coat's arms.

"but……"

“game over!!!”

As he said that, the man pulled the trigger...

"It's over!"

"Mom, sister..."

Diss' heart suddenly jumped and he closed his eyes.

What is heard is a slight sound of tick!~.

"Bang!" the man said with a smile.

Dis opened his eyes and saw that although the man pulled the trigger, no bullets were shot out of his muzzle.

"Haha... It's so good, such a brave child, who wasn't scared to pee his pants. Hahaha... Come on, as a reward, I'll give you a little gift." The man handed his hand to Dis in front of Dis and said with a smile. Dis spread his palm blankly, and flashing bullets fell into Dis Neda's palm. It was the bullets inside Dis's gun.

"You...you are also a gunman." Dees, who finally replied to his normal heartbeat, shouted. The person who could remove the bullets in the gun without Dis discovering them, except Harry Leight, was the second person in front of him.

"Hahaha... Not bad. So, kid, what are you doing so late?" The man asked again when he handed the gun back to Diss.

"Are you Jeta Lee's subordinate?" Dies asked.

"No." The humane said.

"Trial, life and death trial." Dis said. Harry once said that the gunman would not make great progress without the actual battle between life and death.

"Is it the one who taught you the gun to give you the trial?" the man asked.

Dis shook his head.

"I sneaked out. I want to improve my level as soon as possible," said Dis.

"I don't think so. You are not in many places now. You are not able to deal with joint attacks from multiple people. Even if the other party is just some ordinary laymen," the human said.

"You are really too bold. Although the experience of killing is important, it is even more important to save your life before you have the corresponding strength. There is no chance to kill someone tonight. You should just find someone you don't like on the street to kill. But..."

"I can teach you a more important lesson. This lesson may benefit you a lot, or it may make you afraid to take a gun for the rest of your life. Do you want to give it a try?" the man said lightly.

"I...I want to be a gunman, I want to try." After thinking for a while, Dis said.

"Very good, then come with me." The man said. After saying that, he walked towards the wooden house at the foot of the mountain. Without hesitation, Dis followed him...

Vomit.

Constant vomiting.

From the moment the man pushed open the door of the wooden house in front of him, Diss kept vomiting.

A fragmented corpse.

The expressions of unwillingness on the cut-off head.

Rolling all over the ground, scattered all over the room.

The smell of blood.

The smell of feces and urine.

The smell of fuel leaking from the room.

The scene that appeared in front of Diss was that even if he had the most terrifying nightmare, Diss had never dreamed of it.

"How is it? When you see this scene in front of you, do you still have to be a gunman? No matter how heroic a person is when he is alive, he will only be such pieces of meat after he dies. It is humble and not worth mentioning. The ending he gets for those who walk on this road is far less sad than you think. I advise you to go back and be an ordinary person. Because that is the most real life." The man leaning beside the door and holding his hands said.

Diss didn't answer, but kept vomiting.

The man shook his head and turned around and prepared to leave.

"Thank you," said Dees. He finally finished vomiting and stood up and said. Because he had just passed the violent vomiting, his voice now seemed hoarse and low.
To be continued...