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Chương 248: Chapter 248: Shooting Practice and the Hole

Shooting clubs, as the name suggests, are places for gunplay.

They are also one of the best options for beginners who want to practice shooting.

Compared to other countries, places like the United States, which can be called a gun nation with gun shops everywhere, shooting clubs are really easy to find.

You could say they're all over the streets.

In his previous life, he wasn't sure if America was like this because, at best, he was just an ordinary person buried in his studies, completely unfamiliar with firearms.

Even if a pistol were placed in front of him, he might not know what kind of gun it was.

His knowledge of guns extended only to world-famous, classic firearms like the AK47 and M4A1.

And even that was through the news.

This changed when he arrived in this parallel world. In America, you could find a low-key gun shop on almost any street.

Shooting clubs are often associated with gun shops.

Thanks to this, he really pushed himself hard back then, absorbing a lot of knowledge and feeding his shooting skills with a large number of bullets at shooting clubs.

So, while he wouldn't say he was an expert in firearms, he could make a reasonable guess about any gun placed in front of him.

This was all due to the lack of security he felt, which he improved on his own.

He was very familiar with shooting clubs.

However, he was too busy, so he let John Wick handle it, and unexpectedly, this shooting club was located on the outskirts of New York.

Following John Wick's directions, York easily found the shooting club mentioned.

Compared to those established in the city, this club's location was indeed a bit remote, situated in a small town on the outskirts of the city.

According to John Wick, this shooting club was run by an acquaintance of his, so it was more secluded and not open to the public.

It was more like a private shooting club, operating on a membership basis.

Without connections, one wouldn't even know this club existed.

The owner only opened the club to members or those with a member's referral letter.

"Father York, the advantage of such a shooting club is that there are no restrictions. You can use any type of firearm, including heavy weapons like rocket launchers," John Wick said.

"Moreover, they also offer specialized training services and even contract some military special training. If Sister Erin wants to exercise and enhance her physical strength, she can enroll."

Hearing this, York, who had just parked the car, glanced at Erin unconsciously.

John Wick's remark was clearly aimed at getting Erin involved in some training.

But obviously, Erin, who grew up in a convent, was somewhat clueless about such matters, not knowing what to do.

Seeing the plea for help and retreat in her eyes, York smiled and said:

"John, Erin is not like us. Just being good with guns and having some self-defense skills is enough."

John Wick nodded: "Alright, Father."

Seeing Erin quietly sigh in relief, York pretended not to notice and led the way out of the car after parking it properly.

The parking lot was connected to a large open space, leading to a cluster of low-rise buildings, behind which were a series of hills.

The whole scene looked very monotonous, like a villa at the foot of the mountains.

York squinted, knowing the truth wasn't as simple as it appeared. The low-rise buildings contained military land, with some people undergoing special training.

"The area here is quite large," York commented after scanning the surroundings.

With no one around and the road mostly paved with gravel, the place seemed desolate.

Considering the size of the small town seen on the way here, York looked towards the front of the open space, resembling a convenience store, and found the desolate scene unsurprising.

After all, this was a private club not open to the public. Moreover, the small town looked sparsely populated, naturally appearing desolate without people.

Compared to the desolation of this town, other small towns they passed had more people, and the junctions connecting these towns, including shopping malls and bus stations, had even higher foot traffic.

Noticing John Wick and Erin had followed him out of the car, York said, "John, you mentioned there's a military base behind these mountains?"

He remembered John Wick's introduction to the club.

If there really was a military base, then this shooting club, built near a military base and only open to members and acquaintances, must be related.

It's possible that the firearms here all came from that military base, and even the special training was handled by people from the base.

"Yes, Father York," John Wick replied without hiding anything. "The owner, Rich Ward, is a veteran from that military base."

Indeed.

Guessing the connection and that the club was a way for the military base to make extra money, York's expression remained unchanged. He looked curiously at John Wick, who was only slightly shorter than him.

"How do you know such a friend? People from the military and the assassin world really don't mix; they're completely different."

"I saved his life during my early days as an assassin," John Wick explained, seeing York's curiosity. "It was a coincidence. Along the way, I even took on a job from him..."

Hearing this, York raised his eyebrows slightly but didn't ask further, continuing to lead the way.

"Let's go."

John Wick, no longer an assassin but an employee of his Pluto Church, had left the past behind.

Silent, John Wick and Erin, who remained quiet, followed closely.

When the trio reached the building's main entrance, York stepped aside, giving John Wick a look to lead the way.

Understanding immediately, John Wick stepped past the priest and entered first.

As the door closed behind them, York gently held the doorknob, looked back at Erin, and noticed her breathing had become heavier.

"Don't be nervous. It's just shooting practice," York reassured Erin gently, who looked very young in civilian clothes. "Consider it one of the lessons you learned at the convent."

Erin blinked, took a deep breath under York's gaze, and seemed to prepare herself mentally, calming her nervous expression.

"Okay, Father," she said.

York smiled and led her inside.

Upon entering, the environment changed dramatically, a hidden paradise.

The shiny floor that reflected sunlight, the large hall and reception desk, and the corridors on both sides with vaguely visible figures in each partition created a stark contrast to the desolation outside.

John Wick was waiting at the reception with a middle-aged man with gray hair and a black-and-white beard, clearly the club owner, Rich Ward.

"Father York, this is Rich Ward, the owner I mentioned," John Wick introduced, then turned to the middle-aged man. "This is Father York, and this is Erin, our shooting practice participant today."

As agreed, John Wick didn't reveal their identities.

This was why he had Erin dress in civilian clothes. It would be too conspicuous for clergy to go to a shooting club for practice.

York didn't chat much, ignoring Rich Ward's curious gaze, and simply paid for some beginner's shooting practice services.

Then, led by the owner, they came to a partitioned area with food, drinks, and sofas, fronted by a spacious shooting range.

Recalling the partitions they passed, York didn't need a 3D map to know how large the area occupied by the club was. After all, each partition, separated by nets and concrete, was equipped with its own shooting range.

It truly befits an American military base.

After touring the area, York understood why John Wick chose this place. Compared to city shooting clubs, this place was larger and offered a wider variety of firearms.

Soon, the staff laid out the firearms on the table.

York glanced at the guns being placed, then looked away.

Beginners usually start with pistols, and the ones laid out on the table were arranged according to their power, including some designed specifically for women.

"John has told me you're new to firearms, mainly to familiarize yourself with them," Rich Ward began, picking up a compact pistol.

"So based on your situation, we've developed a complete experience plan."

He picked up a Hellcat RDP from the table.

"You can start with this compact model. The Hellcat RDP, with a length of 154 mm, a width of 30 mm, a height of only 114 mm, and an unloaded weight of 692 grams..."

As Rich Ward continued, Erin's shooting practice began.

York and John Wick sat on the sofa, watching, or occasionally standing up to shoot.

If John Wick was not an ordinary person, the outcome of their shooting competition might have been a draw, but as a mere mortal, his consistency and endurance were slightly lacking compared to York.

"John, I win again," York said with a smile, removing his noise-cancelling headphones after hearing the results.

John Wick also took off his headphones, showing a rare fluctuation in his expression. Being a top assassin, he relied on his shooting skills, thinking he could at least match up but was easily defeated by the priest. This made him acutely aware of the difference between them.

"Is this the world beyond ordinary people that Winston mentioned?" he wondered.

"I expected this outcome," John Wick responded calmly.

"It's normal for you to win."

York set aside the headphones and, putting down the Colt M2000 he was holding, was about to say something but was distracted by the sound of gunfire from Erin's direction.

Bang! Bang!

York looked over to see Erin already adopting a very standard shooting posture, stable and confident.

Bang! Bang!

...

The woman-specific pistol seemed to suit her petite frame perfectly, allowing her to fire rapidly despite just getting acquainted with firearms.

Casually tracking the bullets with his 3D map, York easily spotted the bullet holes on the target paper ten meters away.

The center of the target was torn, revealing a small hole.

"Ten shots, not a single miss, all within the sixth ring. Does she really have a talent for this?"

York was somewhat surprised.

When the results were announced, not only did John Wick look at the bewildered Erin, but even Rich Ward, who was coaching next to her, was taken aback. He looked at York and John Wick, astonished.

"John, are you sure she's a beginner?"

John Wick silently turned to the priest.

"Of course, she's a beginner."

York hid his surprise and walked over, praising Erin, "You might truly have a talent for this."

He took the gun from Erin's hands and picked up a Glock 17 from the table, handing it to her.

"Try this one."

Erin quietly accepted it, her calm appearance belying the turmoil within.

"Change the target paper, shoot at 20 meters," York instructed Rich Ward.

Rich Ward complied promptly.

For a novice, twenty meters is quite a distance. To hit within the sixth ring from such a distance would double the difficulty.

Erin aimed the gun as she had learned, and before firing, she couldn't help but glance at the priest, only to find encouraging eyes.

"Go ahead."

Encouraged by the priest's voice, Erin took a deep breath, aimed carefully, and then pulled the trigger.

"Three misses, seven within the sixth ring."

The results indicated Erin's talent in this area.

"A genius indeed." Rich Ward was genuinely surprised. As a widely experienced owner, he had seen shooting talents but had never encountered a petite girl achieving such a feat upon her first try.

"Well done!" York praised Erin, who blushed slightly. He took the gun from her hands and continued.

"Let's try this one..."

He handed her a Glock 19.

The practice continued with breaks in between. However, Rich Ward, the owner, seemed to have an emergency and hurriedly left.

Through his 3D map, York saw Rich Ward leaving the club and entering a suddenly arrived car.

It seemed ordinary, but York, with his enhanced hearing, caught parts of a conversation inside the car, not clear but indicating something had happened.

"A problem at the base?"

"fk! Those damn fools of scientists accidentally created a hole!"

"...there's something inside..."

The conversation cut off as the car hurried away.

York narrowed his eyes, sensing something, and looked in the direction the car had taken.

That was where John Wick mentioned the military base was located...

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Chương 249: Chapter 249: Golden Pupils and White Mist

"Father York, what's wrong?"

John Wick keenly noticed something unusual about the priest and asked.

At this moment, with no one else in the partition, he finally returned to his normal way of addressing him.

Calling the priest by his name directly earlier had felt awkward and uncomfortable.

Erin, maintaining her shooting stance, looked over as John asked his question. According to the priest's introduction, she was now using a Colt M2000 pistol, known for its high shooting accuracy and manageable recoil within her control.

"It's nothing."

Sensing their gazes, York shook his head and glanced at Erin's shooting results.

The 15-meter target, every shot within the seventh ring, turning the center of the target paper into a large hole.

"Indeed, she might have a talent for shooting."

York looked at Erin, satisfied with her performance, took the Colt M2000 from her hands, and said with a smile.

"Let's take a break for now. Later, I'll teach you how to coordinate and use your abilities."

Erin nodded, still eager for more.

It's undeniable, hitting the targets she aimed for felt exhilarating.

"John, we can switch to another set of guns now."

Seeing Erin's reaction, York's smile deepened and he turned to John Wick.

"Okay, Father York." After responding, John Wick left the partition.

While waiting, York turned to Erin.

"How are you feeling?"

In his eyes, Erin, dressed in civilian clothes and without her nun's habit, really looked like a naive college student, a stark contrast to his increasingly imposing figure, resembling a beauty and the beast scenario.

"My arms feel a bit sore," Erin replied seriously but then, recalling her shooting experience, she couldn't help asking, "Father, does my spirit ability also include affecting my vision?"

"Of course, there are many subdivisions of spirit abilities, not only affecting vision. But this doesn't directly affect your eyes; it's through the perception of the spirit ability that shortens the distance. Your eyes might see blurrily, but with the perception of the spirit ability, you can construct and visualize everything in your mind, including reading others' thoughts, emotions, and intentions, even understanding someone's inner world without verbal communication..."

Hearing the question, York didn't think much of it and explained in detail what her spirit abilities could achieve. But he suddenly noticed Erin's hesitant expression.

"So, did you trigger your spirit ability while shooting?"

Erin looked up at the priest, recalling her sensations with hesitation, "Father, when I was shooting, I could clearly see the target paper as if it was very close."

York raised an eyebrow, listening as Erin continued.

"But it seemed not like the perception of the spirit ability, but as if my own eyes saw it."

Erin was uncertain, "When I focused, I could even see the center of the target paper 20 meters away, including its surroundings."

Hearing this, York paused for a moment, realizing from the nun's words that this was not something spirit abilities could achieve.

The essence of spirit sensing is acute perception, not surpassing the physical limits to clearly see surroundings.

Setting aside clarity, the human eye can see approximately twenty kilometers, even further from a high mountain, but that's called field of view. If one can clearly see objects ten meters away, that's already remarkable vision.

Now, Erin said she could see everything clearly from twenty meters away?

York looked at the nervous Erin and directly observed her eyes.

Indeed...

With his non-human vision, York could clearly see the condition of Erin's pupils.

Unlike normal pupils, hers had a ring of golden color.

"What's this? An evolution?"

Surprised by this discovery, York stared blankly at Erin.

He knew that when his eyes were infused with magic, his pupils would turn a deep red, but that was due to the color of magic, not his natural eye color.

But Erin's golden pupils were clearly her own, not something a normal person would have...

Seeing the priest staring at her with his deep, mesmerizing eyes, Erin cautiously averted her gaze, asking softly.

"Father, is there... something wrong with me?"

York snapped back to reality, dismissing his concerns with a shake of his head.

"There's nothing wrong. You're perfectly normal."

"So, this vision... is it from my spirit abilities?" Erin asked, relieved.

Remembering the golden pupils, York's response was somewhat vague.

"Probably, probably so..."

He looked toward the partition door, changing the subject, "They're coming."

...

"Change the target, 25 meters."

York skipped the recently switched submachine guns and picked up an HK USP pistol. As the target was changed, he handed it to Erin.

As mentioned before, the longer the distance, the harder it is to hit the target, not just relying on shooting skills but also the firearm's accuracy.

The HK USP pistol, chosen for its outstanding accuracy and reliability, has always been a favorite weapon among many professional shooting competitors.

Seeing Erin take the gun and aim at the 25-meter target under his guidance, her posture was standard.

York narrowed his eyes, focusing on her pupils. Indeed, the golden ring became more pronounced, and under Erin's focused state, her pupils seemed to emit a golden light.

At that moment, he thought of the old man who stood above others.

"What the hell is the old man thinking? What does he want to do?"

Thinking this, York decided to investigate Erin's background. Given she was not ordinary, her past couldn't just involve coming from a convent.

While he pondered, Erin fired.

Bang!

York refocused on the 25-meter target, noting the bullet holes still within the seventh ring, and marveled.

Erin's performance exceeded his expectations.

...

The results were in, with every shot within the seventh ring at 25 meters.

This outcome not only surprised the calm John Wick but also the club staff who checked the target paper and showed surprise.

"Good results."

York quietly took the HK USP from Erin's hands, noting her excited demeanor and calmly said.

"It seems today wasn't in vain."

He then picked up an AUG assault rifle with minimal recoil, beginning to instruct an excited Erin on how to use the rifle.

"Try it."

After guiding her, he let her get familiar without worrying about accuracy.

Soon, rapid gunfire filled the air.

John Wick quietly approached, watching Sister Erin fire the rifle non-stop, her burgeoning fierce temperament emerging, and whispered.

"Father, is Sister Erin really a novice?"

York glanced at him. John Wick still maintained his impassive demeanor, but now even he was asking.

"Yes," York replied while watching Erin, casually adding, "Of course."

He understood John Wick's confusion; the transformation in the young nun after handling the gun was indeed drastic.

The gentle and sweet demeanor was gone amidst the gunfire, replaced by calmness and focus typical of an experienced shooter.

"Stronger than me at that time," York muttered uncertainly as he watched an increasingly excited Erin.

"But I hope I'm not leading Erin astray."

Seeing Erin finish with an eager look, York silently took the rifle from her hands.

"Let's take a break."

Once the gun was set aside, Erin immediately reverted to her gentle and sweet appearance.

"Okay, Father," she obediently said.

York shook his head, placing the rifle on the table, but his brows furrowed as he looked outside.

John Wick and Erin paused, noticing his reaction.

"What's wrong, Father?" John, always observant, asked.

York's brows knitted tighter, his attention partly on the 3D map he kept in mind, always alert for any anomalies.

He could see outside from up to a hundred meters away.

A car appeared, speeding from the start, rushing to the club's entrance.

The man who got out was Rich Ward, the club's owner, who hurried inside.

"Sorry, members, there's an emergency, and we need to close the club for now. I sincerely apologize for the inconvenience and will compensate you later," Rich Ward announced over the club's speakers, his voice spreading throughout.

"Also, be advised, the military base nearby plans to requisition this area for a secret operation. As for the nature of the operation, I can't disclose any details as it's a military secret. For your safety, and to avoid being mistaken for spies, I urge all members to leave town as soon as possible..."

Rich Ward's rushed and flawed explanation startled everyone in the club, as it effectively meant evicting the guests.

York's expression softened into neutrality.

After his announcement, Rich Ward quickly left the club alone in his car, the whole process eerily swift and suspicious, as if his return was just to deliver that message.

The sound of people being ushered out began, and while some members felt offended and refused to leave, demanding an explanation from Rich Ward, their complaints were mixed with curses.

"Father York?" John Wick, piecing together the priest's expression with the recent events, sensed something amiss.

"John, do you know why that military unit is stationed here?" York asked calmly, recalling the conversation he overheard about scientists accidentally creating a hole with something inside.

"I don't know," John Wick replied seriously, "Rich Ward never told me, but he once joked, though I'm not sure if it was true."

"What joke?" York looked at John Wick.

"He said the military unit is here to study aliens," John Wick shared uncertainly with the priest. After the medical examination on his first night of employment, he couldn't be sure if the joke held any truth, considering the existence of unknown monsters implied the possibility of aliens.

"Ha, aliens..."

York chuckled, noticing the club staff at the partition door, and without waiting for them to speak, he led the way out.

"Let's go, Erin, John."

"As always," John Wick and Erin silently followed York out of the club.

Outside, the parking lot was filled with members just evicted, preparing to leave.

"What's that?" someone pointed and asked.

The question went unanswered, but after the first car left, its driver responded with, "Fool, that's just fog."

Others got into their cars, remarking, "It's just normal fog," casting strange looks at the inquirer.

"But it's sunny and clear today, there shouldn't be conditions for fog, and even if there were, it wouldn't be this thick..." the inquirer murmured, looking at the distant white fog and the clear sky, before getting into their car.

"It's too strange."

Their muttering reached York, who stood calmly in the parking lot, watching as the car left.

"Yes, it is strange."

York observed the sudden appearance of the white fog.

The club's elevated position allowed a clear view of the surrounding houses and the small town.

A road leading out of town stretched into the forest, where a thick fog had already enveloped the trees, faint on the outside but dense enough inside to obscure everything.

"That area seems to be where the military is stationed. Military, scientists, a hole, something inside, thick fog..."

York pieced everything together, understanding the situation as he watched the thick fog that seemed to slowly spread.

"So it's mist. No wonder these clues felt familiar."

He turned back towards the club.

John Wick and Erin, puzzled, instinctively followed.

"What's the matter, Father York?" Erin asked first.

"Is there something wrong with that fog?"

"Yes," York replied calmly. "A large number of monsters are about to arrive. Given the fog's spreading trend, we no longer have time to leave."

Without further explanation, he turned to John Wick, who had maintained a stoic demeanor throughout, "John, prepare for battle."

Then, before re-entering the club, he said to a bewildered Erin, "And you... prepare for training as well..."

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