Luke was not satisfied with the progress of his practice and thought to himself, "It will take forever to reach Raymond's level; I'd have to spend every day at the gun club."
Occasional practice was fine, but coming here to shoot every ti he took a break would be so boring.
He thought about the Pistol Card, and based on his understanding of the system, he guessed that this card might be related to learning shooting techniques.
It was perfect for use right now.
Luke opened the system interface, subconsciously thinking about using the Pistol Card.
Then, the Pistol Card provided a prompt, "Can quickly learn knowledge related to pistols, including but not limited to theory and practice.
Learning efficiency is related to the coach's level, the learner's attitude, and aptitude.
Effective for 5 hours."
With this Pistol Card, Luke learned much more efficiently.
Previously, when he watched Raymond's shooting movents and tried to replicate them, he always felt sothing was off.
This ti, after watching once, he had a deeper understanding and managed to shoot very precisely.
His shooting accuracy also improved quickly.
At noon, Luke invited Raymond to lunch and did not rest, asking Raymond about the theory of shooting.
They took an hour break.
In the afternoon, he continued practicing shooting.
At around three in the afternoon, the learning period of the Pistol Card expired.
The two also decided to end today's practice.
At Raymond's request, Luke retested his moving target hit rate to see the results of the day's practice.
Luke checked his pistol, loaded the bullets, and put it back into the holster.
He pressed the moving target switch.
He started shooting.
"Bang bang bang... "
Luke fired continuously, nearly doubling his speed from before.
The hit rate also greatly improved, seventeen shots, fifteen hits.
Raymond was also surprised; he was skilled in shooting, and many people approached him for guidance.
David and Marcus had both learned from him, but none matched Luke.
This morning, Luke's performance with moving targets was even worse than Marcus's.
By the end of the afternoon's training, he had equaled David's hit record.
A genius.
Wait, why was his shooting so terrible before?
Could he have never practiced shooting before?
How lazy could he be?
Raymond thought, such a promising talent should not be wasted.
...
Late at night.
In a pitch-dark wilderness.
"Huff..."
A man's heavy breathing, accompanied by the sound of cellphone buttons.
"This is the '911' ergency center."
"I need to report an ergency."
"Where are you?"
"I'm in a ditch."
"Do you know your bearings?"
"No."
"You have to co and save ... he is coming."
"Who are you talking about? Are you injured?"
"He's here... He's here... "
A dark figure stood nearby, digging the soil with a shovel, filling the ditch.
"Nonono... Don't do this... please... "
"Shasha shasha..." the sound of burying.
"Can you hear ?" the dispatcher's voice.
"Please let go, please..." the man's cry of despair.
Together, they couldn't stop the dark figure from continuing to fill the ditch.
Soon, only the 'shasha shasha' sound remained.
.
.
.
"Click!"
"Good, this take is accepted!" a voice announced.
"Clap!" A spotlight turned on.
"Quick, pull Lucas out, and make it snappy.
Lucas, your acting is incredible.
That last scene was legendary; you'll be a strong contender for an Oscar this year."
A handso man stood up from the ditch, dusting the dirt off his body, "Director, before the awards, I think I'll take a shower first."
"Haha, alright, see you at the banquet later."
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