Chapter 9 Gun Fighting Technique_1

That morning, Qin Ming found Ross.

At the moment, he was in the rec room shooting targets, seeming dispirited.

"What's wrong, Ross? You seem to be in a bad mood."

Qin Ming approached and asked with some confusion, seeing that he was alone, "Where are the others?"

"No, Doctor, I'm just not in a good state, probably because I didn't sleep well last night."

Ross replied perfunctorily, shook his head, and muttered, "They're probably chatting with the monkeys again, they even consider the monkeys friends, but they are indeed smart, and they can even talk."

Monkeys?

Qin Ming expanded his telekinetic field and discovered that the others were currently chatting with the monkeys. The team's strong men were being made to laugh heartily by the monkeys in the cages, these experimental monkeys, after consuming NZT, had an IQ slightly higher than that of an ordinary person, were playing well with the team members, and seemed harmless.

These monkeys were not so simple, though.

He set aside the matter of the experimental monkeys and then turned his gaze back to the preoccupied Ross.

"Thinking about your fiancée?"

The melancholic Ross didn't deny it, but just sighed, "I've thought a lot these past few days, but still can't figure out where Lisa could have gone."

After saying this, he put down his handgun, and his eyes gazed into the distance, his look filled with profound sorrow and longing.

"I've already had Jim from the team take two people to look for her, they've all activated their brains with NZT, there should be some news before long," Qin Ming comforted Ross.

This really was a man deeply in love.

"Cheer up, Ross, I believe Lisa wouldn't want to see you like this." He patted Ross' broad shoulders.

Speaking of which, Qin Ming caught sight of the handgun and suddenly became interested.

It had been over a week since he had arrived in this world and he had not yet touched a gun.

Qin Ming picked up the gun, eager to try it out, and fired several shots at a distant target.

It was his first time handling a gun, and the recoil nearly threw it out of his grasp, the bullets neatly avoiding the target and striking the wall, sparking glaringly.

Seeing this, Ross, who had been a bit sad, was amused.

"Haha, Dr. Qin, if you're trying to cheer me up, I admit you've succeeded."

"Don't be hasty, Ross, that was just a warm-up. I'm getting serious now,"

Having said that, Qin Ming's gaze became serious and his wrist began to shake wildly as he fired several shots in quick succession, each bullet hitting the bullseye with an incredible curve.

This miraculous shooting skill left Ross dumbfounded, loudly declaring it impossible.

"How could that have hit? Unless the bullets can turn corners!"

"Ross, this is Gun Fighting Technique."

"Gun Fighting Technique?"

Ross was puzzled. Even after many years as a special forces operator, he had never heard of such shooting skills. If he hadn't seen them with his own eyes, he would have definitely thought Dr. Qin was pulling his leg.

Seeing that Ross was starting to believe, Qin Ming began to bluff in all seriousness:

"Making bullets turn corners has a principle to it. It involves the shooter shaking their wrist violently at the instant the bullet is fired. This shaking gives the bullet a horizontal acceleration, thus forming a curve. The faster the wrist shakes, the more perfect the curve we need, and that's Gun Fighting Technique."

"Do you understand, Ross?"

"Right, later on, bring the others to me. I have a mission for you guys."

"Also, tell them it's best to keep away from those monkeys."

Having said that, Qin Ming turned and walked away, leaving behind a bewildered Ross.

I get it, but not completely.

He gazed at the handgun on the table and fell into deep thought.

Soon, Ross arrived with his team in front of Qin Ming, and surprisingly, a hint of womanly grievance could be seen in the eyes of these burly men.

"Doctor, you finally remembered me!"

"I thought you had forgotten about us!"

Qin Ming couldn't help but want to laugh, especially seeing Ross's hand still trembling. This guy must have tried numerous times just before.

"Alright everyone, there is a mission you need to complete."

As he spoke, he opened his laptop and enlarged a portrait of an old man, with a brief introduction written underneath.

"Gentlemen, this is our target for the mission, Thomas. He is a billionaire with not just vast wealth, but also extensive international connections."

Before he could finish, Ross seemed to have understood, turning to give everyone a knowing look.

"Cough cough, do you see this old man? Surely Doctor Qin's money has been illegally seized by him, so we have to retrieve it in our own way."

"Oh shit, these despicable capitalists, daring to encroach on the people's money, they'll go to hell!"

"Damn it, we must take back the money!"

Hearing Captain Ross's words, the team members became indignant, angrily waving their fists. It appeared they had no doubts about what Ross said.

However, Qin Ming thought the performance was a bit overdone; of course, it was still much better than the fresh-faced actors from his past life.

"Ross, I am not asking you to kidnap him; that's the method of barbarians. We can use fists on those who are unreasonable, but we should do business with these businessmen."

"Ah." Ross, realizing he had let his imagination run wild, scratched his head and smiled awkwardly.

"Do business with them?" Ross asked again.

"Yes, do business with NZT-48."

Qin Ming held a bag of NZT-48 that looked like chocolate beans in his hand: "There are a hundred pills in here, each bag priced at no less than one million US dollars."

"As for how much you can actually sell them for, it's down to your skill. Start with trading with Thomas, then sell it through his channels to other tycoons. The drug is currently only being produced in small quantities in the lab; we're doing a monopoly business, understand?"

"Understood, Doctor!"

Half an hour later, Ross and six others had prepared their gear and, with a box of 'chocolate beans,' were ready to depart. For safety's sake, before they left, Qin Ming handed Ross several round, slippery black hand grenades, instructing him to use them with caution.

These were grenades modified using his knowledge of chemistry and materials available at the base. Due to limited resources and equipment, he had only managed to make a few for now.

Although they did not look impressive, their power was substantial, much more than ordinary grenades—increased by several dozen times at least.

Qin Yun had tested them outside the base. The modified grenades were almost as powerful as a 155mm caliber heavy explosive shell, with a kill radius of fifty meters and capable of creating a crater over five meters in diameter and two meters deep.

Even if a heavy tank were hit by one, it would be done for.

Ross was half skeptical of his words.

A shell usually weighs at least 50 kilograms; could this hand grenade, weighing less than one kilo, really compare to a 155mm cannon?

This is unscientific!

Ross thought to himself. He wouldn't publicly question Dr. Qin, but just casually tossed the grenades into his bag, not taking it too seriously.

After a brief farewell, the group left the base, with Qin Ming standing at the gate, watching them go.

Safe travels, Ross.

With that matter temporarily closed, what was left to do was wait for Ross to return with the equipment and money. Finally, Qin Ming had time to research his telekinesis.