Chapter 4 Intuition

  Ding Xuan Cheng smiled slyly. Although this shot was not fatal, it caused the black leopard to lose more than half of its combat effectiveness.

  The black leopard looked at his palm in disbelief, only to find that there was just a silencer on his hand. He suddenly realized he had been deceived. Just now, Ding Xuan Cheng had loosened the silencer on the gun muzzle to the point where it was about to fall off. When Black Leopard rushed out and grabbed the gun muzzle, Ding Xuan Cheng lightly twisted it in the opposite direction, causing the silencer to fall off.

  Ding Xuan had calculated that Hei Bao would be overconfident, so he took the risk of using this move, hiding in the dark where he didn't have a chance to hit Hei Bao.

  "You...!" The black leopard was furious, the bullet hit his shoulder blade, his entire left hand couldn't move, his right hand could still move, and he was shot by Ding Xuan, this unknown little soldier, which made him furious, his left fist fiercely struck towards Ding Xuan's head.

  Ding Xuan Cheng smiled and shifted his body to the right, flipping his hand to grab the black leopard's wrist. The move was very smooth, seemingly a traditional national art of grappling.

  The black leopard was stunned and didn't expect the kid to be able to execute such a precise move, and was instantly caught by Ding Xuan's arm.

  Along with the Black Panther's momentum, Ding Xuan Cheng pulled the Black Panther's massive body forward. The Black Panther lost its balance and fell forward.

  Leng Qiang's heart was filled with a chill as he watched, when Ding Xuan Cheng first designed the black leopard, the action and gunplay, as well as the choice of evasion route, all made Leng Qiang certain that this kid was a rookie. But in less than an hour, this kid had already made him somewhat incomprehensible. First, by using the black leopard's body to block his line of sight, then cleverly designing it so that the black leopard would take the bullet, and now making the close combat expert black leopard lose control and fall to the ground.

  There wasn't a single thing that Leng Qiu could think of, but this kid has now done them all.

  The black leopard was filled with regret, knowing it had overestimated itself, but there's no medicine for regret in this world.

  Bang... The gun fired again. Ding Xuan Cheng dodged his body to the side, making way for the fallen Black Panther, and shot another bullet at its back.

  At such a close distance, it was impossible to dodge, and the black leopard's body had already lost its balance. The bullet entered from the back of the black leopard and exited from the front of its chest, shooting out a blood sword.

  Leng Qiang's eyes were bloodshot, and Hei Bao was not only his sworn brother in arms but also a brother-like friend. He knew that after this shot, Hei Bao had little hope of survival.

  Take a deep breath, calm down, and raise your gun; at this moment, only by calming yourself can you guarantee an accurate shot.

  Unfortunately, Leng Qiu miscalculated again. When he raised his gun, he heard a gunshot, but the sound did not come from his own hand. Ding Xuan Cheng fired first.

  Shock, despair, regret, all sorts of emotions burst out in an instant, and Leng Qun couldn't control it at all.

  Take aim, fire, and let the cold gun decide the outcome.

  His arm ached, and Cold Gun's heart was filled with joy. After all, Ding Xuan was still a rookie, and under the continuous movements, his shooting posture had already become distorted, naturally losing his aim, hitting his arm instead of being fatal.

  Ding Xuan Cheng fell to the ground, extremely disheartened. He had aimed with all his might, but unfortunately, the bullet still deviated and missed the vital spot by a considerable margin.

  Bang... The gun went off.

  The chill of the gun's muzzle, Ding Xuan Cheng clearly felt it, he was dead for sure, closing his eyes, his mind was a jumble of thoughts, Ding Xuan Cheng waited for death.

  Half a minute later, however, nothing out of the ordinary happened to his body. Ding Xuan opened his eyes to find a smiling face in front of him. At this critical moment, Leng Qiang was about to pull the trigger when he heard another gunshot before him. Luo Ge appeared and swung his gun, hitting Leng Qiang's forehead with a bullet hole. Fresh blood and brain matter gushed out from the wound instantly, a gruesome sight.

  "How is it you again?" Ding Xuan's first question after escaping danger made Luo Ge somewhat amused.

  "Saved you and yet you don't even say thank you." Luo Ge reached out his hand to pull Ding Xuan Cheng up from the ground.

  After the ordeal, Ding Xuan's heart was filled with an indescribable feeling.

  A few minutes later, Ding Xuan and Luo Ge appeared in the room where Old Jack was. The old man who had previously been identified as nothing, actually appeared in front of him, and seemed to be the big BOSS. Ding Xuan was shocked and couldn't close his mouth, he never thought that a dirty old man would be the mastermind behind the whole thing.

  "What are you looking at, you little brat." Old Jack glared at Ding Xuan Cheng with a bad attitude.

  "Damn old ghost, how dare you cheat me! You clearly knew he was the one you wanted to deal with, yet you still rushed ahead of me to take the money. Screw you!" Ding Xuan Cheng disrespectfully raised his middle finger at Old Jack.

  "Kid, you don't get it, do you? Everything is your own choice. After the Cold Gun came in, who made you follow him? Holding a Desert Eagle, you really think you're Rambo?" Old Jack sneered with disdain.

  "What is Rambo? Human?" Ding Xuan's two eyebrows were almost squeezed together.

  "You stinky little brat, believe it or not, I'll blow your brains out with one shot." Old Jack's temper was also rising. In the Warhawk, he was a veteran figure, and everyone usually treated him like a Buddha, even the leader of the Warhawk, Hawk King, was polite to him. But not long ago, a Luo Ge appeared in the Warhawk who wasn't very courteous to him. Now this stinky little brat was even more overboard than Luo Ge.

  "Besides, you're just trying to trick me, wanting to get rid of me, why would you save me?" Ding Xuan Cheng said disdainfully.

  "Me..." Old Jack was itching to go up and whip this kid.

  "Alright, Old Jack, this kid is yours from now on... isn't he?" Roger winked at Old Jack.

  Old Jack suddenly understood, a gentleman takes revenge ten years later is not late, after Ding Xuan entered the War Eagle, he must worship under his door, and then think about how to play, thinking of this, Old Jack's face rose with an evil smile.

  Looking at the smile on Old Jack's face, Ding Xuan felt a chill.

  "Little one, want to watch a good show?" Luo Ge looked at Ding Xuan and asked.

  "Think about it?" Ding Xuan Cheng had a real eye-opener today, knowing that Luo Ge was an even more terrifying gunman than Leng Qiang. These people were either professional killers or professional mercenaries, and they usually only existed in legends. Today, he was lucky enough to see one with his own eyes, and Ding Xuan Cheng's excitement can be imagined.

  "Charge!" Rog didn't waste any words, in his heart only battle could calm the turmoil of his soul. Born to be a mercenary, Rog was naturally suited for this life, although he had personality flaws that prevented him from becoming the king of mercenaries. But Rog enjoyed his life as a Warhawk, and had even forgotten about his past.

  …………

  On Zurich's city highway, several cars are speeding and chasing each other, exchanging gunfire.

  A few kilometers away, a red Ferrari appeared, running and roaring at a speed of 240 km/h.

  "Where are we going?" The ones sitting in the car were Luo Ge who was driving and Ding Xuan Cheng who was riding.

  "Murder." Rook's answer was simple.

  "Nonsense, is there anything else you can do in your life?" Ding Xuan Cheng said disdainfully. He had already gotten familiar with Luo Ge, and his personality was fearless and straightforward, speaking without any restraint. Luo Ge not only didn't get angry but also liked Ding Xuan Cheng's personality very much. Although Ding Xuan Cheng still had nothing to do with mercenaries now, in his heart, he had already taken Luo Ge as the object of his admiration, a transcendent goal.

  "Well said, for a professional mercenary, life is just about killing." Rong said with some feeling.

  "You're not enjoying all this, B?" Ding Xuan was very clever. For someone like Luo Ge, if he didn't want to do it anymore, the organization might also find it hard to retain him. So, within the War Eagles, Luo Ge was satisfying his own needs. He was that kind of person who was born to love fighting and killing.

  "You little scamp, nothing gets past you." Luo Ge smiled and lit a cigarette.

  "Our organization is called War Eagle, and the people we're going to kill later are Blood Skull's. We're both among the few top mercenary organizations in this world, and mercenaries from different organizations are sworn enemies even if they don't have a deep grudge against each other - it's either you die or I live, that's the state of affairs between us." Luo Ge couldn't help but tell Ding Xuan some actual facts.

  "How did you manage that last shot, can you teach me?" But Ding Xuan didn't hear Luo Ge's nonsense, his mind kept replaying the incredible shot Luo Ge had just made against him.

  "I just used a Beretta 92F, you only need to understand this gun well enough to know how fast the bullet is going and how long it takes to travel a certain distance. Then use a wet cloth with some plastic wrap in between to cover the muzzle, slow down the speed of the bullet after it leaves the barrel, achieve your own purpose, that's all." Luo Ge said lightly.

  "Come on, from the time you fired to when the bullet cut through the plastic tape on my hand, it was only a few seconds. Did you have time to calculate?" Ding Xuan Cheng said disdainfully.

  "Haha, you're right, I don't have time to calculate and think about these things, but I can still achieve the same accuracy because this kind of calculation and speculation has become a kind of intuition for me. Experience tells me that doing it this way will get results." Luo Ge said proudly.

  Indeed, shooting had almost become his instinctive reaction, and firearms were an extension of his body.

  "Intuition? After tens of thousands of practices, making every move a habit, including physical reactions and timing?" Ding Xuan Cheng said in disbelief.

  "Indeed," Rog said.

  Ding Xuan nodded his head, revealing an incredulous expression, but he believed what Luo Ge said. In that game, he had reached a similar state in the end, except for one difference: he used to think that the state achievable in the game was impossible in reality. This was because during gameplay, it was mainly the brain that was active, making it easier to form habitual thinking. Real shooting, on the other hand, depended on different environments and the feel of different firearms, with differences in brand, model, and even manufacturing processes causing variations in characteristics. Therefore, achieving Luo Ge's level of proficiency seemed almost impossible.

  But Rog is a real existence, completely overturning his previous thoughts.

  "We've caught up." Roge floored it, and the red Ferrari shot forward like a whirlwind, passing between the two pursuing vehicles of their own side that were chasing after the white business car in front.

  "Be careful......" Ding Xuan shouted, the other person rolled down the window and took out an M16 from inside, sweeping it towards Luo Ge's red Ferrari.