50 Mike can't shoot
Mike returned home and noticed Parker's name in the system.
Realizing that he hadn't contacted Parker in a while, he decided to give him a call.
"Hey! How have you been?" Mike greeted.
"I'm doing okay," Parker replied.
"I don't know what you're up to, but I suddenly had a bad feeling, so I wanted to check in," Mike expressed his concern.
"Don't worry! I'll take care of myself," Parker reassured him.
Mike felt the need to offer a word of caution, but he couldn't quite articulate it.
He settled for urging Parker to be careful.
"Alright! That sounds good. When will you be back in Los Angeles?" Parker inquired.
"After I finish this job," Mike replied.
"Okay! Take care. If you need any help, just give me a call. I'm currently training with John," Parker offered.
"Sure! Next time, I'll teach you a few tricks," Mike said, though he couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness when he thought about the butterfly effect and the uncertain fate of Parker.
He hoped that nothing untoward would happen to him.
Meanwhile, Mike and Mia found themselves at the garage, where Dom and Letty were already working on their car.
Just then, a car pulled into the garage, and a thin-faced man with ordinary features stepped out.
Dressed in an old windbreaker, he appeared to be an average middle-aged man.
Mike couldn't shake off a sense of familiarity, but he couldn't quite place where he had seen him before.
The man approached Mike and stated, "This is an auto repair shop. I need to fix my car."
"We're self-service here," Mike replied.
"Okay, no problem," the man acquiesced.
Extending his hand, Mike introduced himself, "Hi! I'm Mike."
The man shook his hand and said, "I'm Hutch."
Observing the badly damaged car, Mike inquired, "What happened?"
"My little boy was the one who crashed it," Hutch explained.
"Well, you should teach your kids to drive more carefully. That's quite a significant collision," Mike remarked, a touch of exasperation evident in his voice.
Hutch shrugged, clearly displaying his weariness. "Don't worry, man," he responded, understanding Mike's sentiment.
The corners of his mouth curled slightly at the thought of his mischievous child.
Mike nodded, acknowledging the universal struggle of dealing with mischievous kids.
There was no point in comparing or dwelling on such matters.
"Leave your phone number, and I'll call you when the parts arrive," Mike offered.
"Okay, no problem," Hutch agreed.
Mike couldn't shake the feeling that this person might be the protagonist of another film.
Seizing the opportunity, he activated the system to gather more information.
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(Nobody)
Hutch Mansell-0
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It turned out that the man was the protagonist of the book "Little People."
Eager to get to know him better, especially considering his exceptional marksmanship skills, Mike hoped to acquire some valuable insights and enhance his own gunfighting abilities.
Noticing Mike's reaction, Dom asked curiously, "What's going on?"
"I have a feeling that this guy is no ordinary person," Mike sighed.
Dom took a glance at Hutch and shrugged indifferently.
"I don't see it," he remarked, seemingly unperturbed by the man's unassuming appearance.
Mike proposed, "Why don't we make a bet?"
"What kind of bet?" Dom inquired.
Mike pondered momentarily before replying, "I haven't figured it out yet."
"Alright! If I win, I owe you one. If you win, I owe you one," Dom agreed, extending his fist for a friendly bump.
The two friends exchanged fist bumps, sealing their impromptu wager.
Engaging in light-hearted banter, Dom didn't take it too seriously, assuming it was all in good fun.
Letty and Mia joined in, curious about the recent events.
Mike shared the details of his encounter with Hutch, recounting the conversation to the two of them.
In the meantime, a car pulled into the parking lot, and John emerged dressed in a suit.
He made his way towards Mike, who was currently playing with Wilson, his loyal companion resting in his hands.
John greeted Dom and Mike, inquiring, "Anything happening today?"
Mike replied, "Nothing much."
John acknowledged him and headed inside.
He then turned to Mike and suggested, "How about some practice this afternoon? I can teach you a few things."
John is well-acquainted with a shooting range owner.
Dom, overhearing the conversation, expressed his desire to join as well. "Count me in!" he exclaimed.
Dom yearned for a break from their peaceful lives and welcomed the chance for some action.
"No problem!" John responded.
The three of them drove to a shooting range, where a portly boss emerged to greet them.
John had a close relationship with the range's owner, so he exchanged pleasantries and led the group inside.
John suggested they warm up with some practice.
Standing in separate lanes, they began shooting. Mike displayed remarkable speed and accuracy, hitting bull's-eyes effortlessly.
John observed Dom's technique, realizing it was haphazard at best.
Luckily, Dom's lucky streak seemed to compensate for his lack of skill.
Mike observed Dom's shooting style in disbelief.
It seemed as if Dom relied purely on luck.
Thankfully, his lucky charm—[God-Level Luck]—was by his side, or he wouldn't have hit a thing.
Mike's bewilderment was evident, but John paid little attention.
After all, Mike had only been practicing for a short time.
They applauded Mike's skillful performance, impressed by his instinctive shooting and flawless accuracy, even while in motion.
Mike's body seemed to move effortlessly, and each shot hitting its mark.
Dom and John couldn't help but commend his talent.
Mike's natural ability was truly remarkable, especially considering his limited training.
"Let's try some moving targets," John suggested, leading them to another area.
Moving targets proved more challenging than their previous stationary counterparts.
Undeterred, Mike maintained his accuracy, skillfully hitting vital areas on the target.
John nodded, acknowledging Mike's natural talent and background.
John started teaching Mike various shooting techniques, hoping to improve his skills.
However, when Mike attempted a shot, the result was far from satisfactory.
This unexpected outcome took aback both Mike and John.
John wondered if Mike had made a mistake while trying to reassure himself that things would improve with time.
Encouraging Mike to continue, they repeated the scene, but the result was disappointing.
A flock of crows flew by, adding to the situation's awkwardness.
Doubt started creeping into John's mind.
Was he not cut out to be a teacher?
Did Mike only possess talent in directional shooting?
As Mike continued to practice, John's self-doubt grew.
He questioned his teaching methods and wondered if he had done something wrong.
Meanwhile, Mike found himself confused.
He couldn't understand why his progress seemed to be hindered.
Was it because he lacked the ability to learn other shooting techniques through practice alone?
Perhaps his talent was limited to directional shooting.
It dawned on him that his previous learning had been too focused on one aspect, neglecting the broader range of shooting skills.
His perfect record in directional shooting had left him ill-prepared for other shooting techniques, making him feel as if he had never handled a gun before.
