Rule Strange: Urban Legends That Don't Exist

Chapter 425 Little Toast

The basement level is the shooting range of the shooting club.

Before going down the stairs, Chen Yan heard dense and loud gunshots. When he entered the basement, the gunshots had already covered up the human voice to a certain extent.

As Jack Baldo said, there are too many winners.

Jack Baldo brought Chen Yan to the rest area opposite the shooting range, found a middle-aged Luke man who was smoking, and said hello:

"Good afternoon, Paul."

The unshaven man raised his head, looked at Jack Baldo with bloodshot eyes, and said:
"Look who's coming, isn't this a barbarian from Catalina."

Jack Baldo punched him slowly with a smile, and the man named "Paul" grinned and raised his hand.

The fists of the two collided with each other, and they were separated at the touch of a touch.

Jack Baldo signaled Chen Yan to sit on the torn dark green single sofa facing Paul, while he sat beside Paul, and introduced to Paul:

"This is Chen Yan, my good brother."

Paul glanced at Chen Yan, but did not say hello.

Jack Baldo said to Chen Yan:

"This is Paulkin Walker, my old boss. He used to take good care of me in the factory. When I asked someone to fight, I was beaten like a rag bag. If Paul didn't help me, I would die in the stinky ditch. gone."

Chen Yan stretched out his hand:

"Happy to meet."

He felt that the man's state was a bit strange, and his mental state seemed...too decadent.

And... Paulkin Walker?Why does this name feel a little familiar?

I always feel like I've seen it somewhere...

Paulkin Walker did not shake hands with Chen Yan, but said to Jack Baldo:

"Manzi, since I'm the person you introduced, I won't talk nonsense. With a commission of 2 shillings a week, you can come to me 24 hours a day."

2 shillings a week is 34 pence a day, which is much higher than the daily wages of most workers in the lower city.

But considering that firearms shooting instructors themselves rely on technology for a living, 34 pence a day is not too much.

What's more, being on call 24 hours a day is a very good condition in itself - even if Chen Yan doesn't need it.

"If you add the money for buying bullets... and site usage fees, how much money is enough for a week?"

When Paulkin Walker heard Chen Yan's straightforward question, his eyebrows and eyes were obviously relaxed:
"Together all the items cost three shillings and 3p a week."

He repeated:

"This is the lowest price, and it will only be higher if you go to someone else."

The job of a shooting instructor seems to be highly competitive.

Where there are many people, what jobs are not highly competitive?

Chen Yan can fully accept the price, this time he stretched out his hand again:

"Then, nice to meet you, Coach Walker."

This time, Paulkin Walker hesitated, then reached out and shook his hand with a stiff movement.

"It's not too late, my student, let's start now."

When Chen Yan shook hands with him, he felt that his palm was very cold—to the same extent as snowflakes.

This is very abnormal... This person seems to be suffering from hypothermia or something?

Paulkin Walker brought Chen Yan to the shooting compartment of the shooting range, and began to explain some basic knowledge of firearms to Chen Yan.

Chen Yan originally thought that he would give some "serious" basic knowledge, but who knew that what he talked about were some very practical things, such as how to shoot in places like the Xiacheng District, what can be used as reference objects on the street when shooting, The shooting angles that need to be paid attention to in the street fighting in the old city, the shooting habits of gangsters in various areas of Yanan City, etc...

How could Chen Yan remember so much all at once, so he used the excuse of going to the bathroom to turn on the recording button on his mobile phone, and continued to listen to him after he came back, recording all the things he said.

It wasn't until nearly four o'clock in the afternoon that Chen Yan began to practice shooting.

Paulkin Walker taught him many practical tips, but at the same time emphasized to him that these tips are only auxiliary, and only by practicing more can he become proficient with firearms.

When Chen Yan asked him, since the tricks are only auxiliary, why not teach them later?Aren't you afraid to immerse yourself in these little skills after teaching, and no longer focus on "practice and mastery" itself?

Speaking of this, Paulkin Walker lit a cigarette and said meaningfully: "No matter how skilled a gunman is, he will be in danger, and in most cases, shooting itself is not important, as long as the head is accurate enough Now, the important thing is that you know how to shoot and when to shoot..."

It appears Paulkin Walker has been through a lot.

This vicissitudes of life middle-aged man was not as unkind as he appeared on the outside. After several exchanges, it seemed that because he felt that Chen Yan was a reliable person, Paulkin talked more and more.

Paulkin Walker himself is a "three-generation worker"—his grandfather originally lived in a village further west of Yanan City. He followed his fellow villagers to Yanan decades ago and became a painter.

At that time, the steam engine had just appeared in the empire, and under the situation of soaring productivity, Yanan City was almost changing with each passing day. Paulkin Walker’s grandfather got the bonus of the times. Even if he was just a painter, the money he earned was enough to support a large family. people.

In Paulkin Walker's father's generation, Yanan City was still developing rapidly, and huge buildings in the lower city and industrial areas were erected. Even if he only inherited his grandfather's painter's mantle, his father also earned some money.

"The most correct thing my dad did in his life was to enroll me in an airsoft training class when I was a child."

Paulkin Walker exhaled a puff of smoke and squinted his bloodshot eyes, trying not to let outsiders see the emotion in his eyes.

Chen Yan saw that his hand holding the cigarette was trembling... probably because of the cold.

What the hell is wrong with him?
Paulkin Walker didn't seem to notice Chen Yan's gaze, and continued:

"Who the hell would have thought that this would later become my cooking skill?"

"Bounty competition is not a good thing, little brother, you don't understand, taking your life to make money is the most painful thing, it's not fucking exciting at all, and it's extremely stupid, the more you win, the less people will look at you Like looking at 'people'."

In the generation of Paulkin Walker, due to the large number of new immigrants entering the customs, manual work is worthless, wages keep dropping, and there are more and more jobs every day.

In order to maintain his life, Paul Kim Walker entered a factory that produced steam engine parts.

If you haven’t experienced the era when your father and grandfather worked alone to support the whole family, that’s fine, but Paulkin Walker has experienced everything that his parents and grandparents have experienced, and he is becoming more and more dissatisfied with his current job.

If you have not seen the light, you will never feel the darkness.

Paulkin Walker had seen the light of day, so he thought his factory boss was a fucking fucker, and after an unbearable request for a raise was clearly rejected, Paulkin Walker shot him in the ear.

His shot not only blew up the boss's ear, but also blew up his savings. After paying the boss's injury money and lost wages, he found that the shot also destroyed his house—he His savings were not enough to pay the land tax, so he was kicked out by the municipal government.

As a last resort, I can only live in a rented house with my wife.

When it came to his wife, Paulkin Walker fell silent and changed the subject.

"The gun you are holding in your hand is an economical pistol produced by the military factory of the William Adams Group, model WY918, and it is called [Little Chieftain] in the street.

This kind of gun is affordable for everyone. At that time... about a few years ago, just a few months after the gun was released, a hired gunman disguised as a waiter took the gun out of the little toast, Burst the head of a congressman!

Oh, now that I mention it, I have to call him a hero!
Although the hero is dead, the name of [Little Toast] has been passed down, because the impression of that incident on people is too fucking deep. "

Paulkin Walker smoked the remaining cigarette in one breath, and in the process, Chen Yan saw him roll his eyes.

This guy... is it because he's too cold, so he's not in a good state of mind...

Chen Yan began to be wary of Paul Jin Walker's state. He didn't want a mentally ill person to be his shooting coach.

Paulkin Walker wanted to say something more, but just opened his mouth when he heard a scream from the other side of the shooting range.

"A fool hit me."

Paulkin Walker's face gradually became stiff and his expression gradually turned cold. He glanced at Chen Yan and said in a low voice:
"I gonna go see."

Chen Yan walked with him to the place where the crowd gathered, only to see that one person had fallen to the ground, and his neck was covered in blood and flesh.

"Oh, he shot through the main artery. This man is so fucking cruel to himself."

Another person knelt beside him, grabbed his hand, and muttered something. This person was dressed in a strange way, wearing a hood and a dark green robe, like... a cultist.

The unlucky guy lying on the ground was obviously hopeless, but the cultist still held his hand, muttering incomprehensible ravings.

The onlookers did not speak out to stop them, nor did they lend a helping hand. They seemed to be used to such scenes.

A moment later, the cultist suddenly looked up and roared:
"I heard the voice of Spring God!"

With "compassion" on his face, tears streaming down his face, he sang like a poem:

"The god of spring, please bestow mercy on mortals, let your will be carried out on the earth, let life run in the mortal body, and let your love for all things fill the world..."

Chen Yan feels that although the word is strange, it does sound like it has a special rhythm.

The cultist put his hand on the damaged artery between the hapless man's neck. At this moment, Chen Yan suddenly felt something was wrong.

He couldn't help but open the eyes in his skull.

The next moment, the spirit vision was opened, and a scarlet moss-like thing appeared on the back of the cultist's hand, which was exactly the same as the bloodthirsty strain brought back by Ohgami - that part of Gotlinde's body!
The bloodthirsty strain climbed and squirmed along the back of the cultist's hand towards the carotid artery of the unlucky guy, covered it in the blink of an eye, mixed with the blood of the unlucky guy, filled the damaged wound like repairing broken porcelain, and repaired the damaged place flesh and skin.

The bleeding stopped.

"God of Spring! We praise you!"

The cultist raised his head and howled, and slapped the hapless guy in the face.

The unlucky guy shuddered, and opened his eyes all of a sudden.

"I... am I okay?!"

The cult members immediately stood up and publicized the "mighty power" of Chunshen to the people around them.

Coupled with the miracle that happened to the unlucky guy, the audience couldn't believe it. After this operation, everyone was stupefied by him.

Chen Yan just wanted to turn his head to ask Paulkin Walker what was going on, but when he turned his head, he saw a twisted and ferocious monster on Paulkin Walker's shoulder, licking him A brain inside a broken skull.

(End of this chapter)