When a man encounters a beautiful woman, his first instinct is usually to engage in deep conversation with her.
Similarly, when someone gets their hands on a good weapon, the first thing they want to do is test its power.
It's a habit ingrained in the bones — even as a child, if he found a good stick, he would wield it like a sword.
Now, Zhang Yi had acquired a sniper rifle, something that ordinary people in Huaguo could only dream of, let alone use it to shoot at people.
"Let's test how good this thing really is!"
Zhang Yi took out the sniper rifle from his storage space, standing on the 24th-floor balcony, and aimed downward.
The eight-times magnification scope was truly powerful. What once appeared as tiny ants from the height of the 24th floor was now clear and distinct.
Zhang Yi held his breath, careful not to fog up the scope with his exhaled breath.
The seven fleeing individuals trudged through the snow, their pace slow, making them easy targets.
Zhang Yi restrained his excitement and aimed at one person's back, pulling the trigger.
For some reason, the instant the bullet left the chamber, he felt a strange sensation — this bullet is going to hit!
"Bang!"
The gunshot echoed clearly in the stillness of the night.
The sound startled countless people from their uneasy sleep.
Through the scope, Zhang Yi saw the man drop to the ground, blood staining a large area of the snow.
"Damn, how could I be so accurate? Am I a genius?"
Zhang Yi was both shocked and delighted. He had just wanted to test the gun, without expecting much.
But to his surprise, one shot was all it took!
"What was that strange feeling I had just now?"
Zhang Yi was a little confused.
However, there was no time for deeper thoughts as several of the other men, hearing the gunshot and seeing a comrade fall, panicked and increased their pace.
Zhang Yi quickly reloaded, then aimed at the next target.
As he focused intently on one of the men, that same strange sensation returned.
"Bang!"
Another shot rang out, and another man fell.
This time, Zhang Yi understood — his ability to hit a target from the 24th floor was no accident; it was a gift!
Well, more accurately, it was some sort of special ability.
Zhang Yi muttered to himself, "It looks like the ability I've awakened is more than just my space power. I hadn't realized it before, but now it's clear."
But one thing was certain: his abilities were connected to space in some way.
This was what made him a natural marksman.
Previously, when using crossbows and handguns, which were for close-range combat, he hadn't noticed this ability. He had just felt that the shooting experience was quite pleasant.
Now, with the sniper rifle, the sensation was incredibly clear.
Zhang Yi was exhilarated. In this apocalyptic world, having more abilities meant more chances of survival!
He reloaded and aimed again, this time at the head of one of the men.
"Bang!"
The shot struck true, and the man's head exploded in a mist of blood!
There was no doubt — this was a powerful ability for precision shooting!
Zhang Yi's heart raced with joy as he aimed at the remaining men.
"Click!"
"Click!"
"Click!"
With each shot, he quickly cycled the bolt and reloaded. The gunshots rang out one after another, echoing through the neighborhood.
Each shot found its mark. The men didn't have time to escape before they all fell along the way.
Seven bodies lay in the vast, snow-covered ground, blood staining the white snow, an eye-catching crimson that stood out sharply.
Zhang Yi couldn't stop the smile creeping onto his lips. From now on, he could hide away and become the ultimate trickster, taking out enemies from afar!
Meanwhile, down below, the neighbors heard the gunshots and watched in shock as each of Huang Wei's men fell as though they were being picked off one by one.
"This gunshot... it's coming from the building above!"
"Upstairs? It's definitely Zhang Yi!"
"From this distance, it couldn't be a handgun. It must be the power of a sniper rifle."
"My God, at that range, one shot, one kill! Zhang Yi is actually a sharpshooter!"
The crowd was stunned, filled with a mix of awe and fear.
With Zhang Yi's skills, killing them would be as easy as squashing an ant!
Their imaginations ran wild, and they started to think Zhang Yi was perhaps a hidden warrior in the city.
After all, how else could someone have such exceptional shooting skills?
"It seems we better listen to Zhang Yi from now on."
"Yeah, we're still alive because Zhang Yi hasn't gotten angry."
Human imagination is a terrifying thing, and at this moment, the respect for Zhang Yi in the hearts of the neighbors soared to unimaginable heights.
It wasn't just the neighbors.
The sound of gunfire had startled everyone in the building awake.
Zhang Yi's sniper rifle didn't have a suppressor, but anyone with even a little knowledge about firearms could tell that this was no ordinary handgun — it was the unmistakable sound of a sniper rifle.
In a world where a simple handgun could control an entire building, the thought of someone possessing a more powerful weapon, like a sniper rifle, was enough to strike fear into anyone's heart.
Zhang Yi put the rifle away and rubbed his shoulder.
After continuous shooting, his shoulder was a little sore.
Fortunately, his physical condition was good; otherwise, his shoulder might have hurt for days.
That night, many people probably couldn't sleep.
Uncle You sent Zhang Yi a message, asking if the shots were fired by him.
Having served in the military, Uncle You immediately recognized it as the sound of a sniper rifle.
Zhang Yi didn't hide it and replied, "I got it from the police station today."
Uncle You asked curiously, "Did you serve in the military? What was your unit?"
Zhang Yi's shooting skills were so precise that Uncle You was sure he was at the level of a sharpshooter in the military!
Zhang Yi smiled and said, "I'm just talented, haha!"
Uncle You thought Zhang Yi didn't want to talk about it, so he didn't press further.
"As long as it was you firing the shots, that's good. If it were someone else, we'd be in danger."
Zhang Yi chatted with him casually before returning to his room, lying on his warm, soft bed, and falling into a deep sleep.
The next day, he woke up around nine, washed up, and let Zhou Ke'er out of her room.
"Let's make something to eat! I'm craving some freshly cooked food. Hmm... how about you make two bowls of oil-splashed noodles?"
Zhang Yi said to Zhou Ke'er.
Zhou Ke'er smiled, "I'm not as good as the noodle shops."
Zhang Yi shrugged indifferently, "Then just practice more. We have plenty of time."
After eating restaurant food for so long, he occasionally craved some home-cooked dishes to change things up.
Zhou Ke'er obediently went to the kitchen, and not long after, she brought out two bowls of oil-splashed noodles.
Zhang Yi took a bite; it tasted pretty good.
By the way, Zhang Yi had installed surveillance cameras all around the house, including the kitchen.
The ingredients were all provided by him.
As for Zhou Ke'er, on her first day in the house, Zhang Yi had thoroughly checked her from head to toe, inside and out.
Since then, Zhang Yi checked her body every day, from head to toe, leaving no corner unchecked.
This way, he completely eliminated the possibility of her drugging him.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be eating food she brought him.
Sitting at the table, Zhou Ke'er curiously asked, "I heard gunshots yesterday. Was it you firing from the balcony?"