Chapter Seventy-Six: Twin Pistols

Iron Python, an eight-shot revolver with 13mm caliber rounds, immense power, and stable mechanics. Its drawbacks are the limited magazine capacity and slow reloading.

Falcon 99, military standard issue, stable performance, extraordinary firepower, adaptable to various complex environments.

Thunder Hawk 11, custom-made for the military, holds fifteen rounds, rapid-fire capability, exceptional performance.

Lightning Eagle special edition, crafted from specialty blue steel and titanium alloy throughout, weighing five and a half pounds, polygonal precision-forged barrel, rail for red dot sight, loaded with 13mm high-explosive steel-core armor-piercing rounds. Muzzle velocity: 670 meters per second.

Even a third-level mutant beast, without a source force field for protection, can be blasted to death at fifty meters. To put it simply, anything with flesh and blood stands little chance against a direct hit from the Lightning Eagle.

The middle-aged woman enthusiastically introduced the various pistols. Gao Wu, as a probationary hunter, was only allowed to carry pistols.

Laid out on the table were more than a dozen models. Gao Wu rarely had the chance to handle pistols; facing all these tangible firearms, he was a bit dazzled, unsure which to choose.

He picked up a pistol at random—a plastic grip, so light it felt weightless in his hand, though admittedly stylish.

“These small-caliber pistols are for ordinary people. For hunters, their power is too weak, practically useless,” the woman said, handing Gao Wu the largest Lightning Eagle pistol. “You’re strong and have big hands; you can handle this. Listen to me—hunters need powerful gear.”

The matte-black Lightning Eagle pistol, full-metal construction, hexagonal barrel with grooves for attachments, gave the weapon an even more imposing look.

Gao Wu was actually drawn to the Lightning Eagle at first glance. The violence sculpted by modern industry radiated from every inch. But he didn’t want the woman to think he was eager, so he feigned restraint.

Five and a half pounds was excessive for a regular person, but Gao Wu, now frighteningly strong, barely noticed.

His long fingers wrapped perfectly around the large pistol, feeling remarkably natural.

“The matte black coating uses nano-fusion technology, fully integrated with the metal frame. It resists corrosion, high temperatures, high pressure, and extreme cold—adapted for all kinds of complex environments,” the woman said cheerfully. “Take it, brother, this gun suits you!”

“How much?” Gao Wu couldn’t hold back and asked.

“Two hundred and ten thousand for the gun, with two magazines and a hundred high-explosive steel-core armor-piercing rounds.”

“Uh…” Gao Wu glanced at Song Mingyue, suddenly finding the woman a bit unpleasant, not wanting to speak further.

Song Mingyue nodded slightly. The price wasn’t cheap, but it was fair.

Other channels could be thirty percent cheaper, but hunter-issued firearms must be registered. You couldn’t just buy one at random.

The Hunter Association was a massive organization, naturally profiting from such transactions—one of their main sources of income.

The woman sensed Gao Wu’s reluctance. She laughed, “Cheap pistols cost a few thousand, but what can they do? Even emptying a magazine barely harms an ordinary person. Hunters face mutant beasts at minimum, often warriors. A regular pistol is just a toy.”

“Alright, can I at least try it out?” Gao Wu asked.

“No problem! Seventy-five per round. How many do you want?” The woman’s smile grew even wider.

Gao Wu glanced at Song Mingyue again. She ignored him and spoke directly, “Let’s start with a hundred rounds.”

“Done!” The woman quickly fetched a box of ammunition. Gao Wu didn’t let Song Mingyue pay; he stepped forward and scanned to pay.

In the blink of an eye, seven thousand five hundred was gone. Gao Wu had made three hundred thousand over the New Year, and with another three hundred thousand in hand, even spending a hundred thousand felt like he was wealthy.

Now, he felt a bit uneasy—hunter gear was outrageously expensive, far beyond his expectations.

The Hunter Association had a dedicated shooting range on the second basement level, and, of course, using it cost extra.

Gao Wu gripped the Lightning Eagle, took aim at a fifty-meter chest target, and fired. A deafening roar filled the range.

The muzzle flashed crimson, the recoil immense—enough to break the wrist bones of an ordinary person. For Gao Wu, it was almost negligible.

With his strength, he held the pistol steady. His keen eyes and coordinated muscles guaranteed a solid baseline for shooting.

The first shot hit the eight ring. Gao Wu adjusted, and the next eight rounds all struck the ten ring.

He brought the chest target closer to inspect the damage. The five-inch thick pine board had been blasted through, leaving a gaping hole.

The dense pine wood had been pierced by a pistol—testament to its power. No wonder the woman said it could easily kill a third-level mutant beast.

Gao Wu checked the target and turned to Song Mingyue, “What do you think?”

Song Mingyue replied, “This is the most powerful pistol you can buy. Dangerous to both warriors and mutant beasts.”

“Is there a pistol that can penetrate a source force field?” Gao Wu asked.

“There is, but the shooter must imbue the bullet with source power and mental energy. That’s extremely difficult.” Song Mingyue shook her head. “If modern firearms could easily tear through source force fields, mutant beasts would have been wiped out already.”

Modern industry was highly advanced, capable of mass-producing high-explosive rounds. If gunpowder alone could break source force fields, no beast could withstand modern weaponry.

“Modern firearms serve as consumables, very effective at depleting a source force field. The only issue is the loud noise and straightforward trajectory,” Song Mingyue explained. “Don’t expect to kill Huang Hai with a gun. A warrior’s source power comes from mental energy; to break their field, you either exhaust their mental energy until the field collapses naturally, or directly attack their mind, destabilize it, and trigger a collapse.”

She looked at Gao Wu meaningfully, “Your unique mental power outburst poses a threat to warriors.”

“How big of a threat?” Gao Wu had no idea; he’d never fought a warrior, didn’t know how much impact his Thunder Transformation had.

He’d only tested it with Song Mingyue, and from her reaction, it hadn’t affected her much.

“It’s hard to say. Everyone’s mental strength is different. Results vary greatly depending on their state.”

Song Mingyue couldn’t give an exact answer. She was meticulous and never spoke carelessly, especially since this concerned Gao Wu’s life.

“In my opinion, your mental shock is enough to disrupt mid- and low-level warriors’ mental energy, temporarily breaking their source force fields,” she said.

She continued, “Pistol techniques include single-handed chambering and firing. You should practice this. With your strength and stability, you can wield two pistols.”

“Oh, compensate for firepower with numbers…” Gao Wu considered it and found it reasonable. His physique was large, strength ample—dual-wielding pistols wouldn’t be hard.

The main limitation was with long guns—even veteran hunters couldn’t carry them everywhere.

With Song Mingyue’s guidance, Gao Wu practiced single-handed rapid firing. Indeed, the Combat Boxer pistol technique included single-handed shooting tricks.

By pulling the slide with two fingers, he could draw and fire in 0.3 seconds.

He also discovered that pistol techniques treated the pistol as a weapon—using the barrel to jab, the grip to smash, and the trigger and frame to block attacks. Dual-wielding tactics were included as well.

He wasn’t stupid; he’d simply never had a pistol before, so hadn’t considered it. Song Chunqiu had taught him boxing, but nothing about firearms.

After firing a hundred rounds at the range, Gao Wu truly mastered dual-pistol shooting and gained a new understanding of pistol techniques.

Afterward, he bought two brand-new Lightning Eagles, along with a double-shoulder holster, tactical quick-draw holsters, and more.

For the hunter qualification exam, he also purchased a full set of Dragon Scale tactical gear.

Bulletproof vest, full Dragon Scale combat suit, multifunction helmet, combat boots, solo camping tent, and other supplies.

Altogether, it cost nearly seven hundred thousand. Gao Wu’s face was grim when paying, but for his safety, it was money well spent.

With nobody around, Gao Wu crossed his Lightning Eagles over his chest, flashed his white teeth, and asked Song Mingyue, “Do I look cool?”

“Very cool,” Song Mingyue replied honestly.

“Are you totally smitten?” Gao Wu asked, full of pride.

Song Mingyue glanced at her smart watch and replied calmly, “All physical indices normal. Slightly smitten, not dead.”

Gao Wu burst out laughing…

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