The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 178 Prelude to the adventure, news leaked

"Bang, bang, bang!" The dark-colored special revolver sprayed out three thumb-sized balls of fire one after another.

Thirty-meter target, three shots and ten rings!

With a calm expression, Zhu Mingyao loaded the bullets into the revolving magazine, reached out and pressed the button on the side, and the mechanical device was linked to change to a fifty-meter humanoid target.

"Bang bang...!" This time he fired six bullets directly.

On the human figure standing on the ground, six bullet holes exploded almost simultaneously within a breath.

Three shots to the eyebrows, two to the shoulders, and one to the chest.

【枪械技巧】经验+1，（99/100→100/100）LV4—LV5
  Zhu Mingyao inserted his index finger into the trigger guard, turned the gun lightly, blew in the non-existent smoke from the muzzle, and struck a pose.
  Alas, life is as lonely as snow.

After being promoted to Xiantian, his physical fitness and control ability were greatly improved, and his eyes, ears, mouth, nose, touch and five senses were all enhanced.

Once the hardware conditions improve, you can get twice the result with half the effort if you go back and practice skills.

With such an advantage in talent and an unlimited number of bullets to give him a gun feel, his firearms shooting expertise was upgraded two levels in a month, reaching LV5.

Zhu Mingyao secretly evaluated the system's classification standards for expertise.

If LV1 is an apprentice, then LV2 is a journeyman, LV3 is a senior, and at LV4 you can barely be called a second-rate expert.

Specifically in terms of firearms skills, levels 2 to 3 are the level of ordinary police officers, levels 3 to 4 are the level of regional shooting elites, and at level 5, you are qualified to take a place in large-scale special competitions.

For Zhu Mingyao, this expertise has basically reached its end. To upgrade it, it will take too much time and effort.

After all, this is an extraordinary world with countless monsters and ghosts, and there is no big white ball of light to exchange for the evil eye of death. Even if you practice your marksmanship to the level of the urban warrior king, you will still run away when you encounter a giant beast like Godzilla.

Furthermore, as his own strength gradually increases, the enemies he needs to face are becoming more and more powerful, and the role of firearms is getting smaller and smaller. If he continues to work hard on it, the price-performance ratio will not be very high.

To put it simply, enemies that can be dealt with by bullets at the moment can also be easily dealt with by his magical powers and spells, and enemies that are difficult to deal with by magical powers and spells will be useless with bullets.

Of course, as a secondary weapon, the alchemy revolver is still qualified for the time being. It can supplement considerable damage with special bullets. Zhu Mingyao has no intention of replacing it.

At least judging from the relevant information, it is more than enough to deal with the alien beasts and poisonous insects outside the secret realm of Skull Island.

He picked up a piece of suede and wiped the pistol carefully, then put it back into the holster on his waist. He turned to look at the electronic clock on the wall and left the shooting range.

The preparations for the American-style house are complete, and it’s time to move on to the next item.

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The peaceful days passed day by day, and it was early September in the blink of an eye. There were only twenty days left until the secret realm was opened.

After the most difficult period of the year, even though the scorching sun still scorched the earth wantonly every day, tossing the little creatures to death, but after night fell, the temperature still dropped bit by bit.

In order to avoid the high temperature, the animals that had stayed in their nests all day long took advantage of this moment to slip out of their homes and search for survival resources in the huge concrete jungle.

At the sewer outlet on the street, a big gray mouse sneakily poked its head, along the curb stone, and quickly flew towards the back alley of the fast food restaurant, where countless trash cans were placed every day. Delicious Drop, a haven for all the rodents on the block…

"Bang!" A fluffy object fell down like lightning, and its sharp claws suddenly popped out of the soft and lovely flesh pad, pinning it to the road.

The two rows of fangs closed together, splashing out a few dots of dark red, sending the plump gray rat to the real paradise.

Even though they were dirty, the stray cats still followed their proud cat instincts and walked briskly, preparing to take their prey and leave gracefully, returning to a deserted place to enjoy it safely.

A black shadow passed by in the strong wind. The frightened tabby cat jumped up in horror, and jumped onto the billboard with all four paws in unison. It squatted on the plastic sign with its eyes wide open, staring at the blurry figure turning into the alley, and then its arched back gradually calmed down.

Even though it had not been abandoned by its master for too long, the few scars on its body broke its original ignorance and made it aware of the cruelty and malice hidden in the hearts of some Twolegs.

The hurried pedestrian didn't pay attention to the cat. He quickly walked to a place near the end of the alley and stopped.

In front of the old cracked red brick wall, a dusty, rusty iron door was quietly embedded there.

The figure looked around vigilantly, then pulled out a small raised piece of broken brick from the wall, revealing the hidden electric bell switch, and tapped it several times according to the length and length of his familiar fingers.

After a while, a weak energy flowed out from the door. He scanned the area like a vigilant domestic dog. After finding nothing unusual, the iron door slowly opened and welcomed the guests in.

"Hurry up! Everyone is here, you are the only one left."

As soon as the figure flashed in, the big iron door quickly closed. The seemingly heavy dust did not rise at all, but it was all disguised by the paint.

"Do we need to be so careful? We are just a group of psychics gathering together. We are not those crazy cultists. We have never done anything illegal."

The visitor took off the peaked cap that obscured his face, revealing a chubby black face, and complained to the middle-aged woman in front of him.

Although the man's complexion is dark, he does not have the wide nose and thick lips common to Africans, and his facial lines are rounded. Instead, he has some facial features of the indigenous people of the southern continent. It is obvious at a glance that he is of multiple mixed races.

"Mr. Jess, do we have the final say whether there has been any violation of law?"

The woman with short brown hair retorted and said firmly.

"Did Mrs. Sande and the others break the law? Weren't they forcibly recruited by the Special Investigation Bureau?"

The resentment in his words was extremely obvious.

"It's hard to say that..." the man said sarcastically.

"Being able to obtain the consultant status granted by the federal government is not without benefits for those of us who are standing in front of the mysterious door. At least there is always a complete set of meditation techniques and the guidance of high-level transcendent beings."

"I'm over 50 years old this year, boy! I know what my qualifications are. I no longer have the illusions I had when I was young. I just want to be free and earn more money to support my old age. Don't try to impress me with any secrets."

The middle-aged woman led the psychic Jace through the corridor and toward the basement.

The creaking sound of the wooden stairs was mixed with the woman's faint sigh.

"Besides, what if you join the official sequence? It's nothing more than a slap in the face and a death allowance.

Could it be that they would be kind enough to distribute the precious treasures obtained from the ruins of the gods to us low-level people? "

Jace's fat face was stunned and he asked doubtfully:
  "Mrs. Bella, what do you mean by the relics of the gods?"

"You don't know yet?"

An excited voice interrupted.

Several sofas in the room were full of people, and among them, a black girl with exaggerated purple eyeshadow stretched out her hand to say hello.

“It’s the capital of the Aztec gods [Teotihuacan]!”

　Many brothers have said that the name of this book does not match the content, and seems to be selling the book to someone else. I would like to ask for your opinions. Do you think the name needs to be changed? If you want to change it to what?
  　　Oops, I’ve written so much, it’s really troublesome to find an editor to revise it.

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)