I Got on a Ghost Ship By Mistake and Was Forced To Be the Captain

  Chapter 45 I hate adventurers

   Only when he truly understood the core of Fight Club, could Tu Fu appreciate the high-quality service that Miss Sasha mentioned before.

  Different from the low-level bottom boxing rings, the official members of the club are composed of scattered superhumans. You can also challenge anyone here, and naturally there is no charge for the same sequence.

  But low-sequence challengers who are higher than him need to pay a part of the fee to the other party.

   This is an interesting rule. Once in the ring, the challenger can stop the competition at any time.

   Click until the end.

  Upgraded from the basic version of club rules, there is no life-threatening situation when you fully exercise your ability.

  Miss Sasha at the front desk added: "At the same time, any official member of the club can use the information network provided by the club."

   "Information network?" Tu Fu was taken aback.

  As one of the club’s subordinate leaders, the old Muller knew this all too well, “Do you know how many such boxing rings there are in Leeds?

  24, each venue has at least a few hundred fixed members, and any trouble in Leeds can't be hidden from our eyes. "

  He hasn't mentioned the number of people flowing in the museum, which is a much larger number.

  Of course, such activities are not illegal, do not involve gambling, and are not life-threatening. Even the Police Department has no right to intervene in such trivial matters.

  The good operating mechanism has expanded the power of Fight Club to a rather exaggerated level.

  Tu Fu has participated in many fighting sports, so he is naturally aware of the identities of those participants, although too many of them come from the middle and lower classes of society, and they are in almost all industries.

   These seemingly mediocre ordinary people have become a force that cannot be ignored once they are united.

   What's more, as the core VIP club, there are many extraordinary people, exchanging information and trading with each other are all normal things.

   "Who is the founder of this club?"

  Tu Fu was secretly taken aback. Such a low-key behemoth has a natural attraction to wild superhumans.

   But he doesn't feel very shocked, as long as he is willing to use the monitoring network on the ship at any time, it is more comprehensive than the intelligence network of the Brotherhood, Fight Club, and even Black Swan.

   "By the way, the club is also equipped with a separate firearms training ground. Each official member has a fixed ammunition share every month, and there will be specialized practitioners to help you conduct live ammunition training."

  The conditions provided by Sasha have completely conquered Tu Fu, and he has no reason to reject this important channel.

   Everything looks great.

  The opportunity to digest potions, a powerful intelligence network, and a professional training venue. The club also provides afternoon tea and exquisite desserts for each official member.

  It would be better if Sasha didn’t have the following sentence, “And all you need to do is pay a symbolic 10 crowns per month to enjoy all the above-mentioned services.”

   "10 crowns?"

  Tu Fu suddenly felt his teeth sour. When he heard the high membership fee, if he hadn't had enough willpower, he would have almost lost control on the spot.

   Sure enough, looking at the sinister smile on old Muller's face, Tu Fu understood why this old guy had always had this expression since he came in.

   After paying the fee, Tu Fu turned around and walked into the club.

   "Where are you going?" Old Mueller asked subconsciously.

   "Drink all the afternoon tea inside."

   Tu Fu gritted his teeth in response, and came to the dining area to eat all kinds of exquisite desserts unceremoniously.

  Of course, this afternoon is not just wasted on eating and drinking.

  He also came to the range training room with the masked lady who had just fought against, an official member of the club nicknamed "Fox".

  Most of the clubs are equipped with revolver pistols. The streamlined handle is processed with exquisite craftsmanship, and the handle size is just right for holding in the hand.

   Boxes of yellow and bright gunpowder warheads are placed in front of the shooting range.

   This is probably the master of the craftsmanship of the steam age, and it is precisely because of the appearance of weapons such as gunpowder that the war in this era has become extremely cruel.

   Compared with the efficiency of bows and arrows, powerful artillery has become the mainstream of the times.

  The high-speed machine guns used by the Royal Guards of the Kingdom have an average rate of fire of 250 rounds per minute. When the weapon was first pushed onto the battlefield, the firearm truly became a killing art.

  Glorious red raindrops bloomed on hundreds of people at the same time. Only people like Uncle knew that the lives of soldiers on the battlefield were as fragile as flowers.

  Tu Fu gently rubbed the gun paint of the revolver with his fingers, feeling the precision instrument wrapped in cold steel. The cylinder can hold six bullets, "Bang!"

  Tu Fu aimed at the target casually, gently pulled the trigger, and the powerful spring struck the firing pin. When the cylinder rotated, the bullet was automatically loaded, and a beautiful arc was drawn along the short barrel.

Then,

   Successfully avoided the target.

   "Puchi."

   Ms. "Fox" caught sight of Tu Fu's shot from the corner of her eye, covered her mouth and chuckled, "For a man, it's not a good sign to 'shot' crookedly."

  Is this considered teasing? It must be... Tu Fu's face darkened.

   "Actually, compared with extraordinary abilities, conventional firearms are the mainstream choice for low-sequence extraordinary people to fight."

   Ms. "Fox" is obviously not the first time here. She handles the firearm very skillfully, and she pulls the trigger with her white and tender fingers.

   With a "bang" shot, it hit the humanoid card at a distance of 20 meters, hitting the bullseye.

   Ms. "Fox" seems to be demonstrating the action, holding the gun handle tightly with both palms, and her streamlined and well-proportioned figure is very abrupt from the front and back under the constraints of tights.

   "Reduce breathing when shooting, redundant breath will affect the hand holding the gun. The crosshair and the rear sight form a straight line, and the crosshair, rear sight, and target are three points and one line.

   What is more important is the visual focus before shooting. When the eyes adapt to the target scene, there is only three to five seconds of clear time. You must seize the opportunity to shoot during this time. "

   As soon as the voice fell, Ms. Fox fired three consecutive shots "bang, bang, bang". The fixed targets 30 meters, 40 meters, and 50 meters in front of her were all hit on the head, with a frighteningly high accuracy rate.

   "Thank you for your advice."

  Tu Fu raised the barrel of the revolver calmly, trying to use the method given to him by the other party.

   This time, the two arms holding the gun were so steady that they could even put a glass of water on them.

  It is not difficult for a brave man with perfect muscle control. Step by step, the crosshair in front of the barrel and the rear sight can measure a straight line in this distance by feeling.

  The environment where the eyes finally focus is a bit difficult. Staring at one thing for too long will cause the target object to gradually blur. Fortunately, Tufu's eagle eye has forcibly improved the image quality, and even infinitely extended the time when the focus is blurred.

  Brave's two abilities are activated at the same time, and it seems that an invisible crosshair appears in front of his eyes. The improvement brought by extraordinary power is even more exaggerated than the self-aiming plug-in.

   Pull the trigger.

"boom!"

   Without the slightest error, the fixed target twenty meters away was knocked down. Tu Fu fine-tuned the muzzle of the gun and pointed the target far away.

"boom!"

   Thirty meters.

"boom!"

   Forty meters.

"boom!"

  Fifty meters, not only did every bullet hit the target, what was even more exaggerated was that the hit parts were all the ten rings on the head, which penetrated the target cloth firmly.

  The burning effect of the gunpowder pierces a black hole in each bullseye.

   The pupils behind Ms. "Fox"'s mask suddenly widened a lot, looking at this boy who was obviously exposed to firearms for the first time, as if looking at a monster.

  Her teaching method is correct, but it is based on countless failures and the effect of feeding bullets one by one.

  Unreconciled thoughts quickly came to her mind. She held the handle of the gun tightly, and while Tu Fu was still adjusting the neutral position of the gun, she gave birth to the mentality of a competition and shot at the target 60 or 70 meters away.

   "Bang, bang."

  Shoot on both sides at the same time, hit the target at the same time, and then quickly fine-tune and aim at the farther end,

  75,

  80,

  85…

  With a distance of nearly 100 meters, even seeing the target clearly has become a luxury, but the gunmen on both sides knocked down the target without error.

  Miss Fox was sweating finely on her forehead, and a large area of ​​blur had already appeared in her vision, but she still shot instinctively.

   Fortunately, he was lucky, two consecutive shots hit the edge of the target, and he fell down.

   On the other hand, Tu Fu is much more relaxed, he pursues the ultimate accuracy.

  Every time he pulls the trigger, he must be sure to shoot. The muscles in his arm are still not stiff, and the excitement is getting stronger and stronger.

   Quickly replaced the empty magazine with bullets, leaving the last three fixed targets on the opposite side. Tu Fu fired three shots in a row without stopping, and deflected with extremely fast techniques after each shot.

   Even shooting without aiming, the target 100 meters away fell down.

  Ms. Fox next to her just fired two shots when she saw all the training targets on the side fall down. Her heart sank, knowing that she had already lost in terms of speed and accuracy.

  Just as he was about to shoot the last piece, he heard a gunshot beside him.

   After a "bang" gunshot, the training target 100 meters away in front of her also fell down.

  After finishing this, Tu Fu put down the revolver in his hand, and blew a wisp of gunpowder smoke from the hot barrel, "For an elegant lady, being hit by a stray bullet is not a good thing."

   "I hate adventurers!"

  (end of this chapter)