Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 122 122. Paque Returns Home
The spring is bright and the field of struggle is on the shooting range.

Bang bang bang!
Three people stood on the shooting lane not far apart, holding guns in both hands and frantically pulling the trigger.

The shell case fell to the ground, and the muzzle of the gun spewing flames rose, and the flames burned and emitted white smoke, dyeing the nearby area white.

After a while, the gunfire stopped.

Dean put down the empty pistol, glanced at the hostage target 15 meters away, and nodded in satisfaction.

Fifteen shots, twelve shots hit the robber's head, three shots hit the robber's neck and shoulders, it was perfect!
With the newly improved Lv3 shooting, plus the perception close to 13, he is already considered a little sharpshooter!
He looked at the system again.

Half a month has passed since the funeral, and the time has come to the beginning of March, and various attributes have made progress.

Dean Lou

Character level: 3 (300/400)

Age: 18
Physical: 15.6
Strength: 12.4→12.5
Sensitivity: 13.7
Perception: 12.9
Spirit: 16
Will: 13.3→13.4
Feats: Ironman Intermediate, Paranormal Hunter Novice

Ability: 5/6
Fighting lv2 (197→203/300)
Shooting lv3 (1→3/400)
Shadow of the Past lv1 (87→117/200)
Red Dragon Meditation lv2 (45→75/300)
Mimic lv1 (4→20/200)
System ability: God's perspective lv2: range 20 meters.

……

The red dragon meditation is indeed infinitely useful. Even if the mental and will imbalance is serious, after half a month of hard training by Dean, the chattering "North Side" finally stopped temporarily, and the inhuman physical attributes also began to slowly increase.

Fascinating.

He basically meditates at home whenever he has free time.

Focus back on the range.

Dean turned his head to look at the big man's target,
"Fifteen shots and thirteen hits are more accurate than me."

"Of course, you can't live up to a dog when you're old, not even a brat like you who has been practicing for less than a year."

Paque turned around and glanced at Last on the far right. The new shooter was staring at his target, his eyebrows twisted like caterpillars.

Of the fifteen shots, five hit the ground and the air, and nine hit the hostages, the first of which exploded the hostage's head.

Paqui smiled happily, "Don't be discouraged, Rust, I'll teach you a word that turns defeat into victory—the kidnapper listens carefully, the hostage has been killed by me, and surrender quickly, or you will be killed too."

Ruster's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

Dean gave Paqui a dissatisfied look, and encouraged his companions,

"You hit the kidnapper with at least one shot. It's good to be a rookie. You should have inherited a bit of police talent from your father."

"I, am I really talented?" Rust's expression softened slightly, and he stroked the cold pistol,
"Of course, if you practice for another half a year, it's okay to use self-defense." Dean comforted his friend. During the past half month, Rast followed him and his uncle to shoot and train every day, and gradually walked out of the shadow of his mother's death, but it was obviously not as good as before. Lively and cheerful, often sullen, like a philosopher.

"Today's practice is almost over, let's go to lunch!" Dean greeted, and the three left the shooting range and entered the parking lot.

Next to the familiar Bronco, there is a DeLorean DMC-12 with a silver-white aluminum alloy body and a sense of future technology.

During the last time he was helping Rust find his mother, Paque tried driving the car of Tegan Fran, a casino broker who sank into the bottom of the lake, and he never forgot about it.

So Dean spent about [-] dollars to buy the same car and gave it to Paque as a means of transportation for returning home.

……

The four found a Chinese restaurant on the strip.

"After this meal, it's almost time for me to set off in the afternoon." Paqui grabbed the braised pork ribs with both hands, gnawed his mouth full of oil, and didn't care about his image, "Jacob, Tangya, and Andre have all said hello , if you have any trouble, ask them for help."

"Don't stay a few more days?" Dean didn't say anything, but Ruster put down his chopsticks instead, and his tone was a little nervous. During this period of time, the big Indian took good care of him and prepared "nutritious and delicious" food for him every day. Meals, as if he were a nephew.

This was a novel and unforgettable experience for Rust, who lacked a father's love since he was a child, not to mention that the other party helped him find his mother.

In fact, the Indian big man has a lot of opinions on most white people and the police, but he also has a strange sense of satisfaction to be able to make a white boy respect and worship himself.

"I can't wait to go back and meet some old friends for drinks." The big man lowered his head and sipped a sip of chicken noodle soup, squinting his eyes comfortably, "The town of Hawkins in Indiana is not too far from Las Vegas, so it's not too far away Across the east and west coasts, you can find me over there if you have time. Or let Dean take you for a ride."

"But I'm not here. Don't let your wrestling skills fall behind. I'll take an assessment next time we meet."

Ruster's hand holding the chopsticks twitched when he heard this, and moved to cover his head behind his buttocks.

Dean was a little gloating. Pacqui couldn't beat himself in the wrestling, and instead focused his goals and energy on Rast, who was even worse. During this time, he practiced hard every night and almost broke the little man's butt.

"By the way, after I leave, remember to coax Britney back." Paqui patted the boy's shoulder earnestly, "Although there are no whores anywhere in the world, she is an exception, she is a perfect marriage partner , if you miss it, it will be difficult to have it again.”

Rust bowed his head when he heard that, since he decided to give up his good future at the University of Arizona and prepare to pass the police academy instead.

Britney, a good girl who was always gentle and sweet, became sullen, and didn't talk to Ruster for half a month, and turned a blind eye when she met her.

"Well, I owe Britney a lot and I will ask her forgiveness."

……

After a hearty lunch.

Paque returned home and changed into his brand-new blue suit, black sunglasses, and a low-key luxury dual-display watch. Jinya is a proper nouveau riche.

"You don't have to save me money when you go back, buy a big house." Dean winked at his uncle, "save another room for me."

After the Red Dragon Club, Dean had fought side by side with his uncle, so he no longer kept secrets.

He directly disposed of the 15 standard gold bars found in Leyton Stone's old house to Paqui, and exchanged it for [-] dollars in cash, and [-] to buy a house for Paqui.

After all, there is a house in Indiana, and Dean can go to avoid the limelight if he commits a crime in the future.

Dean kept the remaining 13 yuan for himself. After deducting various expenses during this period, he still had [-] yuan in personal savings.

"You also remember what I said, don't play with fire because of your strength, I don't want to see a nephew with no arms or legs." Paqui put his arm around Dean's shoulders, thinking of the gray he brought home last time Qin, "By the way, your current girlfriend is pretty good. She is pretty, has long breasts, thighs, buttocks, and a straightforward personality. You may consider having a few children with her and marrying a yellow-skinned one."

"I'm still young, I haven't had enough fun." Dean shook his head and smiled, staring at the big rough face with a hint of cheapness, "Hurry up and find me an aunt, I will travel to Hawkins after graduation, I must To see future cousins ​​born."

"Get out! It's only a few months from March to July. How can you tell a normal woman to give birth to a child? Are you asking me to marry a sow?"

……

The two "cared" for each other for a long time, and Paque hugged the skinny Rast and educated him for a long time.

Only then did DeLorean get into the car, and he stretched out his muscular left hand out of the car window and swung it.

Boom, the car starts.

Ruster withdrew his reluctant gaze and looked at Dean,
"By the way, Baker invited everyone to his house for dinner tonight."

"I can't go for the time being, you go, and coax Britney again."

"Why do I feel that you are worse than me these days? You have refused to invite me several times. What are you worried about? Are you avoiding them on purpose? You don't want to be friends with them anymore?"

"Why, I'm just busy with some personal affairs," Dean shook his head and smiled. "Give me a message tonight. When the spring break is over, I'll treat everyone to dinner."

(End of this chapter)