"It's just that work is boring,"
"There are so many police officers in Raccoon City, there's no way it would be our turn to patrol, by the way… I plan to buy some firearms, so Hock, you should allow me to use the outdoor shooting range in your backyard, right?"
Despite the awkwardness,
Javier still shamelessly continued to butter up Hock. Rebecca, on the other hand, was busy admiring the antique firearms hanging on the wall. Those were classic weapons that had served in World War II, showing very obvious signs of use. Coupled with their black, patinated wooden stocks, Rebecca could even smell the gunpowder from the battlefield.
Although she didn't like firearms, she was very interested in history, so she was fascinated by these legendary stories.
On Javier's side,
he slowly pulled out a large wad of money from his wallet. At this moment, franklin wasn't as green, nor had it depreciated as much, so it was still very valuable. Javier was very generous. The salary for the S.T.A.R.S invested by the Umbrella Corporation was very considerable, making it a good profession that allowed Javier to splurge a little.
"…"
"I plan to buy two large-caliber Magnum, the famous Desert Eagle and the Smith & Wesson M500 Revolver. I remember you have these two guns in your display case. Oh, and I also want an old-fashioned lever-action shotgun, a Winchester 1887. And please, prepare plenty of ammunition for me."
Looking at the weapons in the shop's display case, Javier immediately named them and spoke, then handed the banknotes to Hock.
Staring at the large stack of franklin on the table, Hock cleared his throat and secretly pocketed them without hesitation. At this moment, Javier's image in Hock's eyes immediately underwent a qualitative change. Although this brat was sometimes cunning, he seemed to have his generous moments.
After all, who would turn down franklin, right?
However,
upon hearing that Javier wanted to purchase these high-powered firearms, Hock still showed a puzzled expression and asked:
"It's a Magnum, and a shotgun. What big trouble has your S.T.A.R.S gotten into? Are you planning to hunt fierce beasts in the mountains? Have there been frequent sightings of man-eating bears or wild boars recently?"
No way,
leaving aside the old-fashioned lever-action shotgun Winchester 1887—that gun, besides looking cool, has basically no difference in power from the police station's riot shotguns—what exactly are a Desert Eagle and an M500 Revolver?
Would the police force need to be equipped with such things?
After all, the police force's firearms always prioritize accurate, reliable, and safe weapons. Handguns like the Glock 22 are very popular because they are simple and reliable. As for Magnum like the Desert Eagle,
although it shines in games, it's actually completely unsuitable for combat because it's too heavy, weighing two to three kilograms, no different from carrying a brick in your pocket. It's very inconvenient to carry, has low ammunition capacity—due to its power, the bullet caliber is particularly large, so it can only load seven rounds, not many shots—and has enormous recoil. You aim, and then the target disappears. It's completely unsuitable for combat.
Therefore, aside from its exquisite design and high power, the Desert Eagle is basically a handgun for hunting fierce beasts and is rarely taken to the battlefield. The same goes for the even larger caliber M500 Revolver; unless you're hunting alien monsters in space, it's basically useless. One shot can easily kill a wild elephant. Its terrifying power is its advantage; all its other aspects are disadvantages.
Even most people who like it,
only do so for collection. So Hock didn't understand why Javier, a member of the S.T.A.R.S, would buy such junk. Aren't your police force's guns good enough, or what?
Regarding this,
even Rebecca, standing nearby, looked puzzled. Indeed… when did the police force need to be equipped with such large Magnum?
However,
Javier said that Hock was right; they really did need to hunt large beasts. Aren't zombies no different from large beasts? The power of ordinary handguns can hardly affect some zombies, but a Magnum… is most likely one shot per zombie. If it's difficult to carry, then so be it. At least the fault tolerance is high, isn't it?
Even if a shot doesn't hit the head, hitting a leg or body can instantly shatter them into two pieces, completely eliminating any concern about the zombies still having mobility. That's why Javier was so insistent on the Magnum.
Besides…
the M500 Revolver was the ultimate weapon of the early Resident Evil series! Although it was later replaced by the RPG, its early firepower was still very reliable. How could he miss such a divine weapon? He was a man with a fear of insufficient firepower.
"Well…"
"Something like that. We do need to hunt large beasts. Anyway, Hock, are you selling or not? There's no reason not to make money. Hurry up and get them ready for me. I'll wait for you at the shooting range. Let's go, Rebecca!"
Waving his hand,
Javier didn't dare to tell Hock and Rebecca the truth about Raccoon City in advance, so he could only prevaricate. After all, who knew if these two would think he was crazy if he told them the secret? Before the zombie virus truly spread, no one would believe it.
"Thump, thump, thump…"
"Thump, thump, thump…"
Accompanied by the sounds of footsteps,
the two soon arrived at the backyard of the gun shop, an open-air shooting range. It stretched over a hundred meters, set up with various metal targets and wooden human targets for testing gun accuracy. Nearby, there was also a table covered with various handguns and ammunition, indicating that Hock often enjoyed shooting.
Upon seeing the shooting range,
Javier's heart also stirred with excitement. This was his first time shooting, and he hoped nothing would go wrong. The title of "shooting genius" belonged to his original body, not him… so Javier was very nervous, afraid of any mishap.
"Nice shooting range…"
"How about it? Shooting genius, want to try moving targets? How about random moving targets at fifty meters? I'll throw the frisbees for you."
Seeing that Hock's backyard shooting range was good, Rebecca immediately became interested. She didn't know where she got a pile of red frisbees from and enthusiastically spoke to Javier. Her cunning expression clearly showed that Rebecca was planning to make things difficult for Javier.
After all,
shooting a moving target at fifty meters is quite difficult.
You should know that the effective shooting range of a handgun is generally only 50 meters. Although it still has lethality at 100, 200, or 300 meters, the accuracy is uncontrollable. The purpose of a handgun's creation is for quick self-defense in close-quarters encounters, not for long-range killing.
Furthermore, handguns don't have scopes. Carrying red dot or holographic sights like in games is rare because it's very inconvenient to carry. The advantage of a handgun is convenience and simplicity. If you modify it with a bunch of things, it's less convenient than just grabbing an Uzi submachine gun.
Therefore,
without the aid of a scope and with a short effective shooting range, hitting a moving target at fifty meters is extremely difficult. It requires years of training and rich experience from the shooter to hit accurately. This clearly looked like Rebecca was trying to make things difficult for Javier.
After all, that naughty girl herself,
sometimes couldn't even hit a stationary target at fifty meters, let alone a moving one. Even other S.T.A.R.S members might not be that good. So this was blatant teasing. Rebecca wanted to see just how good Javier, this shooting genius, really was. If he made a fool of himself, she could properly mock her partner.
Who told that scoundrel to constantly lead her astray… Rebecca muttered to herself, secretly pleased.
However,
facing the girl's challenge,
Javier didn't care at all.
He immediately drew the Glock 22 from his waist, straightened his back, slightly tensed his legs, and stood firmly with his feet apart. His hands were held as steady as a level, gripping the handgun tightly. His eyes stared straight ahead, and the stationary target fifty meters away instantly came into view, with the headshot line incredibly clear.
With just a single pose,
Javier exuded an immensely confident and powerful aura.
That was the former owner's confidence in the title of "shooting genius," the rich shooting experience accumulated over time. Although Javier had only temporarily taken control of the body for a short while, he could still feel the instinctive shooting talent within him.
Additionally,
Javier discovered an even more terrifying aspect of this body: the improvement in dynamic vision. In his previous life, he played too many games, and his eyes were completely nearsighted; beyond a hundred meters, he basically couldn't distinguish between people and animals. Yet, the original owner's vision had reached around 5.3, which was astonishing. Pinpointing the hit point on a target fifty meters away was incredibly clear.
This immediately,
gave Javier, the rookie who had just taken control of the body, immense confidence. "I am Javier, and Javier is me!" That's right!
"Rebecca,"
"A moving target at fifty meters is too boring. How about a moving target at one hundred meters? Today, I'll show you what a true shooting genius is."
Extremely arrogant and conceited,
Javier raised the black Glock 22 and tilted his head, speaking to Rebecca, who was preparing to watch him make a fool of himself. "Little girl… you dare to challenge your brother Javier? If I don't show you, you probably won't know what a true shooting genius is!"
"…"
"Huh…?"
On the other side,
upon hearing Javier's brazen words, Rebecca's expression froze slightly. A moving target at one hundred meters? This guy really had some guts. Although Rebecca admitted that the scoundrel's posture when raising the gun was handsome and confident, wasn't he being a bit too arrogant?
Shooting a moving target at one hundred meters, with a handgun, relying solely on iron sights, and the distance being too far, requiring calculation of bullet drop and raising the muzzle, and even predicting the random direction of the frisbee—this was something even real special forces would find very difficult to do!
However,
Rebecca quickly agreed.
She didn't believe that this scoundrel, who was only a year older than her, was truly that amazing. She snorted and ran towards the far end of the shooting range with the frisbees.
"Bring it on!"
"Later, Javier, don't inflate your ego too much and then get blown away. Otherwise… I'll have a good laugh at you for a while!"
Carrying a few red frisbees, Rebecca quickly reached the end of the shooting range. The entire range was about a hundred meters long, just the right length. Once there, Rebecca immediately picked up a red frisbee and waved it at Javier, as if asking if he was ready.
Seeing this, Javier slowly returned to his shooting stance, his expression instantly becoming serious. At this moment, he felt as if the shooting genius had possessed him, his eyes fixed on the red frisbee in Rebecca's hand.
Rebecca, seeing Javier motionless, assumed he was ready. After shouting "Start!" to Javier, she forcefully threw the frisbee into the air, where it quickly flew in a random direction!
"Here it comes…!"
Upon seeing the red frisbee thrown,
Javier muttered to himself, then slightly raised the muzzle, relying on his body's instinctive intuition, and sharply pulled the trigger. He didn't trust his own abilities, but he absolutely trusted the abilities of this body.
"Click!"
"Bang — — — —!!!"
A dull gunshot,
the trigger pulled, the bullet instantly shot out.
A graceful arc shot out in the direction Javier had imagined, heading towards the red frisbee. A violent sound exploded in mid-air.
The next second…
"Plop…!"
The red frisbee landed steadily on the grass,
but there wasn't a single mark from a bullet, not even a chip. It landed perfectly intact on the ground. Instead, there was a new bullet hole at the end of the shooting range. Undoubtedly… Javier had embarrassingly missed the target, a complete miss. For a moving target at one hundred meters, let alone hitting it, he didn't even graze it!
Javier: "…"
Cough, cough,
Seeing this situation,
Javier felt so embarrassed that he could dig a three-bedroom, one-living-room apartment out of his toes. His previous arrogant words were completely for naught; he had been thoroughly slapped in the face—
Chapter 3: Resident Evil 0
A missed shot,
a complete miss without even touching a single hair, left Javier a bit embarrassed. Wasn't he supposed to be a shooting genius? Why did he fumble at such a crucial moment? Could it be that the original owner's shooting genius was also a bluff?
"Hey, hey,"
"Big brother, where's your shooting talent? Don't mess up at such a critical moment. If Rebecca that little girl mocks me, where will I put my face? I'm begging you, big brother… Later, if you have any unfulfilled wishes, I'll burn billions of paper money for you, would that be enough?"
Forcefully patting the back of his hand,
Javier thought it was the original body's owner, filled with resentment and unwilling to have his body occupied, who had caused this. Seeing this, Javier quickly bluffed and sweet-talked, saying that he absolutely had to make this big brother show off his shooting talent and not let him lose face.
Not only here,
Rebecca, from a distance, saw the missed frisbee and couldn't help but stifle a laugh.
What shooting genius? Being too arrogant isn't good. A moving target at one hundred meters, that's a training exercise only done with rifles. Handgun shooting at fifty meters for a moving target is already very difficult. One hundred meters… that's completely blowing smoke.
Therefore,
she had already anticipated that Javier would miss. But she didn't expect that when the scoundrel actually missed, it would be so funny.
"Hey, Javier, what's wrong with you?"
"You're not going to fail, are you? Men are like that; they fail at crucial moments. Before they boast, they're all better than the last. It seems your shooting genius is just so-so."
A cunning smile appeared on her face,
Rebecca looked at the embarrassed Javier in the distance and quickly added insult to injury, mocking him loudly. This guy was just too amusing! You always lead her astray, and now… she finally caught him with something. Later, she had to spread the embarrassing story of Javier's broken boast in the S.T.A.R.S.
However,
it was better left unsaid,
Once said, Javier felt a twitch in the back of his hand, as if Rebecca's mockery had truly touched the original body's fragile heart. Javier immediately felt a surge of power within him, a power called… resentment!
Perhaps the original owner of this body.