Xu Mo was slightly taken aback.
This skill might actually come in handy. He had been lacking a proper method to subdue criminals.
Although Xu Mo’s physical abilities were impressive, it was purely due to the system’s rewards, which enhanced his strength, speed, and stamina. His combat skills were essentially brute force, relying on raw power rather than any formal techniques. In other words, he was self-taught and unrefined.
But now, with the acquisition of the grappling technique, he was no longer just a brawler.
His combat skills had leveled up significantly.
In the past, Xu Mo could barely hold his own against Chen Ke by relying on his speed and strength, and even then, his victories were narrow.
But now… he could probably take on three Chen Kes without breaking a sweat. Xu Mo glanced at Chen Ke beside him, thinking as much.
Why is Xu Mo looking at me like that? There’s something off about his gaze…
Chen Ke noticed Xu Mo staring at him and felt a bit confused. That slightly murderous and disdainful look—what was that about?!
...
At 6 p.m., in a restaurant.
The police officers were gathered for a meal.
The dinner was hosted by Chief Gao, mainly to thank Xu Mo and Han Fei for their help in solving the case of the missing service pistol and recovering it in time.
Hao Qi, the victim of the case, also attended the dinner.
Although the loss of the pistol didn’t lead to any serious consequences, Hao Qi was still responsible for losing it, and he was inevitably going to be dismissed from his position.
The silver lining was that Old Zhou, the one who stole the gun, had only hidden it and hadn’t used it for any criminal activities. Otherwise, Hao Qi would have faced not just dismissal but also jail time.
After the truth of the case came to light, Hao Qi had been in a gloomy mood.
Out of consideration for Hao Qi’s feelings, no one brought up the case during the dinner, as it had cost him his job.
The conversation revolved around the cases Xu Mo and Han Fei had solved in the past.
The officers were eager to learn some investigative techniques from them.
With Xu Mo and Han Fei present, they could get a firsthand account of the detailed processes behind each solved case.
Sensing the awkwardness, Xu Mo excused himself early, claiming a stomachache, and slipped off to the restroom.
Han Fei, once again, was forced to take the spotlight and began recounting the process of solving each case.
However, the more the officers listened, the more astonished they became.
Xu Mo, a newcomer who had just joined the force, seemed to possess an overwhelming number of skills!
He could pick locks, was proficient in hacking, knew forensic techniques, and had an almost supernatural ability to interrogate suspects and unravel the truth from the tiniest details.
Even when it came to reviewing surveillance footage, Xu Mo displayed an extraordinary talent—he could watch it at 64x speed!
The officers, who had initially hoped to learn some investigative skills, quickly gave up.
This was beyond human capability…
At this point, Wang Dachuan, who had been quietly eating without saying much, chimed in.
“All of that is nothing. Do you know how good Xu Mo’s marksmanship is?” He paused for effect.
“How good?”
“Fifty meters away, hitting moving targets—every shot a bullseye!”
The officers: “???”
Hitting moving targets at fifty meters, every shot a bullseye?!
Seeing their shocked expressions, Wang Dachuan felt a sense of satisfaction, as if he himself had achieved the feat.
“Fifty meters away, every shot a bullseye… a sharpshooter indeed!” Even Chief Gao, who had seen it all, couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration.
Compared to rifles or sniper rifles, handguns are significantly smaller, designed for portability at the expense of power.
Their bullet drop is severe.
Hitting a target within ten meters shows that the shooter has a basic understanding of how to use a handgun.
Within twenty meters, they’re considered experienced.
Within thirty meters, they’re exceptional.
Within forty meters, they’re undoubtedly a sharpshooter.
Within fifty meters, they’re not only a sharpshooter but also incredibly lucky, as if they’ve stumbled upon a gold bar on the street.
Beyond fifty meters, it’s a different story. The bullet drop becomes so severe that accuracy is nearly impossible to predict. At that distance, hitting the target depends more on the target’s fate than the shooter’s skill.
And all of this is referring to hitting stationary targets, not consistently scoring bullseyes, let alone on moving targets.
Fifty meters away, hitting moving targets with a handgun, every shot a bullseye—this goes beyond being a sharpshooter. It’s the kind of skill that would make even a sharpshooter offer a cigarette in respect!
The more the officers thought about it, the more unbelievable it seemed.
Compared to Xu Mo, who seemed to excel at everything, they felt like mere mortals just filling space in the world.
“Hitting moving targets at fifty meters, every shot a bullseye… that’s incredible marksmanship. How long did it take him to practice?” one officer asked.
It’s common knowledge that becoming a sharpshooter isn’t just about natural talent. It requires extensive training and countless rounds of ammunition to hone such skills.
In the officers’ minds, Xu Mo’s exceptional marksmanship must have been the result of both natural talent and relentless practice.
They all turned to Wang Dachuan, eager to know how long Xu Mo had trained to achieve such skill.
“He practiced…” Wang Dachuan recalled the time he taught Xu Mo how to handle firearms. “He practiced for about ten minutes. After emptying a few magazines, Xu Mo had completely mastered it.”
“At the time, Xu Mo had just joined the force. Han Fei asked me to teach him how to use a gun. I had just finished explaining the basics, and Xu Mo figured it out on his own. His marksmanship was just… wow!”
The officers: “???”
Hitting moving targets at fifty meters, every shot a bullseye, after just ten minutes of practice?!
Is he even human?
It’s like teaching a toddler to walk, and instead of just walking, they start sprinting and even outpace Usain Bolt!
At this point, the officers couldn’t help but wonder: Is this even possible?
Seeing their stunned expressions, Wang Dachuan nodded solemnly, as if to say: Yes, it’s entirely possible!
The officers, who had been enjoying their meal, suddenly found it tasteless, as if they were chewing on wax.
Just then, Xu Mo returned from the restroom.
As soon as he pushed open the door to the private room, he was met with countless gazes.
Some were admiring, some envious, some disbelieving, and some utterly bewildered…