"Is this the guidance and enhancement of abilities?"<br><br>The explanation from Jane Chen and several old professors made Lucas realize a lot at once.<br><br>It turned out that Mind Shifters also need training to better use their abilities. But shouldn't he be different from them? After all, his abilities were borrowed from his sister. So, how could he make his abilities stronger?<br><br>Although still a bit confused, he decided to listen to these people and undergo some testing.<br><br>Firstly, after the Ryan Quinn incident, he realized that even for many mental pollution events, the Hazard Management Unit needed to conduct research. Research requires data, and what he's experiencing, though always hard to comprehend, might help them find the real problem if he cooperates by providing some data.<br><br>Thus, after pondering for a short while, he said, "How do we run the tests?"<br><br>Jane Chen paused for a moment and replied, "Step by step!"<br><br>Saying this, she picked up a file, made a few selections on it, and then led Lucas to an office. The old professors and expert-looking individuals followed, chatting and laughing. The Lizard, wearing sunglasses, was hard to read but showed curiosity towards Lucas, or perhaps towards other similar ability-holders. <br><br>"The first thing we need to test is your Gunplay Prowess!"<br><br>While she was talking, they reached a large indoor area enclosed with transparent bulletproof glass. Targets stood at the far end.<br><br>Workers carried several light blue iron boxes to a table near the wall.<br><br>When the boxes were opened, Lucas felt a slight chill at the sight.<br><br>Inside were guns, neatly placed in grooved linings, exuding an intimidating aura.<br><br>Lucas didn't know much about guns, but he could tell there were a variety of firearms inside: classic revolvers, Taurus pistols, semi-automatic guns, submachine guns, and light and heavy machine guns. Their distinct sheen made it clear they weren't toys.<br><br>"You haven't received professional gun training, have you?"<br><br>Jane Chen turned to Lucas and said, "So, I'll start training you now!"<br><br>As she spoke, she took a black pistol from a nearby box, dismantled it, checked it, loaded bullets, inserted the magazine, released the safety, and then aimed at the target across the room, firing a shot. The screen displayed the result: eight rings.<br><br>Jane Chen handed the pistol to Lucas and said, "Okay, training's over."<br><br>Lucas's expression turned a bit strange, "That's it? What did you train me on?"<br><br>An old man wearing glasses smiled at Lucas and said, "Theoretically speaking, you don't need training!"<br><br>"Just familiarity!"<br><br>The Lizard chimed in, "For us, as long as we know how to release the safety, aim at the target, the training is complete!"<br><br>Lucas exhaled, trying to keep up with their line of thinking.<br><br>He took the pistol and, under everyone's gaze, aimed at the distant target.<br><br>The target was 200 meters away, and Lucas could only see a blur.<br><br>"Bang!"<br><br>He fired.<br><br>The screen showed the result, and everyone gathered to look:<br><br>"Uh, three rings..."<br><br>"No, it's the three rings on the target next door..."<br><br>Everyone looked at Lucas with a peculiar expression.<br><br>Adjacent three rings? Is this what a Web-Slinger is?<br><br>That's it?<br><br>...<br><br>...<br><br>Lucas's face turned red. This shot was even worse than the one at Quad Logistics...<br><br>"Don't be nervous!"<br><br>The Lizard laughed at Lucas, saying, "It's hard to hit accurately at first. You need to adapt. The bullet will create a strong recoil after firing, and your posture, muscle cooperation, and strength will affect the bullet's accuracy. You need to first sense this gun's precision and then adjust your muscle strength to cooperate with it..."<br><br>Lucas took a deep breath and raised the gun again.<br><br>But as he held the gun, his arms began to tremble uncontrollably due to the gun's weight.<br><br>And no matter how hard he tried to look, the target remained a blur.<br><br>Lucas didn't know how to synchronize with the gun to shoot the desired bullet.<br><br>So he awkwardly glanced around, hoping to find a glimpse of his sister...<br><br>"What’s this thing?"<br><br>A cold little hand clasped Lucas's gun-holding hand.<br><br>Turning his head, he saw his sister, who had appeared beside him, curiously examining the gun in his hand.<br><br>At that moment, Lucas suddenly felt a strange transformation in his body, as if every muscle and bone, even his heartbeat and breathing, were entirely within his control. With each breath, this sensation intensified. After three breaths, he felt as though he had become a precise machine.<br><br>He looked at the target, his pupils narrowed, and the target became exceptionally clear.<br><br>Then, with hands as steady as mechanical components, he gently pulled the trigger. The recoil didn't cause any obvious shaking in his arm.<br><br>The screen displayed: "Three rings!"<br><br>But before anyone could reveal surprised and puzzled expressions, Lucas fired again.<br><br>Bang bang...<br><br>Two more bullets flew out, one hitting the eighth ring, and the other hitting the center red dot.<br><br>Swish swish swish...<br><br>Everyone around turned to look, their eyes filled with surprise, anticipating Lucas's next move.<br><br>But after firing these two bullets, Lucas didn't shoot anymore. Instead, he lowered his head, pondered for a moment, then suddenly crossed his hands, dismantled the gun, and in quick succession took apart the barrel, slide, recoil spring, slide stop, firing mechanism, and magazine. Even the bullets were disassembled one by one. The entire gun immediately turned into parts, scattering over the table.<br><br>"This is..."<br><br>The people around were taken aback.<br><br>Even Lucas seemed bewildered, curiously looking at his sister.<br><br>"Shooting isn't fun..."<br><br>His sister pouted, disdainfully eyeing the parts on the ground, "Dismantling is more interesting."<br><br>"This..."<br><br>Lucas helplessly shook his head and could only turn to the others, "I don’t really fancy using this. Can we test something else?"<br><br>The others looked at each other, somewhat unprepared for Lucas's response.<br><br>The Lizard was surprised, "Brother, we are Natural Marksmen, how can a Web-Slinger not use guns?"<br><br>Lucas could only smile and remain silent.<br><br>"Alright, alright, he has indeed shown a natural adaptation to firearms. Let's try something else!"<br><br>A bald elder laughed to ease the situation, allowing a few heavily armed soldiers at the door to enter, take positions by the wall with their guns, and then smiled, indicating Lucas should stand opposite them. His small eyes twinkled with anticipation.<br><br>"What's this about?"<br><br>Seeing the three armed soldiers with their cold guns, Lucas felt a bit wary.<br><br>"Bullet Evader..."<br><br>The bald elder smiled kindly, "Theoretically speaking, Web-Slingers possess amazing perception and reaction speed, so within a distance of over three meters, you should be able to dodge bullets."<br><br>He also comforted Lucas, "Don't worry, the soldiers are experienced. They won't aim for vital spots, so even if you can't dodge, you won't die..."<br><br>"This..."<br><br>Lucas seriously looked at the three tall, burly soldiers and their guns, slowly shaking his head.<br><br>He considered the consequences of being injured and his family's possible reactions.<br><br>"Let’s not."<br><br>Looking at the slightly bald old professor, he sincerely said, "Theoretically speaking, I might not die, but you might not be so lucky...")
