When I opened my eyes, I clearly felt that the world had changed.

This is the only time he has not read the Book of Wizards in recent times. After traveling back, he feels refreshed and nothing unusual. From this, he can be sure that the previous events have nothing to do with traveling themselves and are the sequelae of reading the Book of Wizards in this way.

The problem with the Book of Wizards is that it is different from cards and cannot be crossed in time, and it cannot be included in the cards. In other words, Wizards' time travel is different from his current "soul piercing".

Zhang Cheng looked at the neat stacks of cards beside him. For the first time in history, he had a triple-digit creature card. I wonder if it was worth crying.

After putting away the card, he got up to wash and have breakfast. He was the only one next to the dining table. The policewoman had not come back yet, and the aunt was pulling the little girl up in the next room. The mother could be heard roaring angryly across several rooms.

"Mary, damn it, ￥#@%... Wash your face and brush your teeth first, don't play with your computer!" Zhang Cheng felt that it was not very long for him to stay in such a foreign country, but his bird's singing skills have really improved by leaps and bounds, and now he can understand it to a large extent.

Of course, this is just a thought. Zhang Cheng no longer cared about this matter because Thomas called at this time. A few minutes later, Zhang Cheng got into Thomas' car as usual.

"Dear friend, I have brought good news." Thomas looked full of spring breeze. "I have already done the hunting matter."

"It's that...hunting the barbarian sheep?"

"Yes, not just barbarian sheep, we can also hunt wild boars, hunt deer... hunt almost all the animals in that place." Thomas said. "It's all legal. And I found an assistant, we drove motorcycles, he drove jeeps. We hunted, he was responsible for the aftermath, we barbecue, he could light the fire, and of course we went home, he was responsible for transporting us the trophy..."

"Is this an extra payment?" Zhang Cheng sighed and asked.

"Of course," Thomas replied immediately. "It requires an additional five hundred dollars. But with him, we can completely enjoy the fun of hunting without paying attention to other trivial matters."

Why do you always feel like you are taking advantage when you interact with this foreigner? But Zhang Cheng immediately threw away this idea. "By the way, I have something to say, too."

"Oh, what kind of thing?" Thomas immediately raised his ears and listened carefully.

"I have a friend who wants to come and practice guns with me." Zhang Cheng said. "He needs a coach, maybe you can serve as a part-time job?"

"No problem!" Thomas replied unshirkable. "Now you have basically mastered the key points of shooting. All you have to do is practice more live ammunition. I have no time to take good care of him."

"But he may only practice for one day," Zhang Cheng replied. "In this case, time should only be enough to practice shooting. For example, maintenance and maintenance, there is no need to teach in detail. Just learn a little."

"This kind of short-term training is no problem. I am the best coach in the world." Thomas is obviously completely confident. "I can discount the coaching fee, of course the bullet is not listed here... Where is your friend?"

"He said he would come by himself." Zhang Cheng replied. "He should be at the shooting range soon."

"No problem." That's it, but Thomas is actually a little curious. This friend who feels like a rich man is also here to take advantage of the rich man's benefits? He seems to be a netizen?

However, he soon met the strange student. It was a very tall oriental man. Thomas was half a head taller than Zhang Cheng, and the visitor was half a head taller than Thomas. Judging from his posture, he was at least 1.9 meters tall. He was not strong, but obviously very strong and powerful. For some reason, his first reaction to this person was a strange sense of crisis, as if the person in front of you was not a person, but a tiger. This guy... was not an ordinary person! Thomas almost immediately confirmed this. But what was the other party doing? Professional fighter? Professional killer? Or professional soldier? Agent? Secret policeman? A series of guesses popped up in his mind.

"This is Thomas," Zhang Cheng introduced on the side. "Your shooting coach. This is Huchen, your new student."

"Hello," Thomas took the initiative to reach out. The other party hesitated for a moment, and slowly reached out, holding his hands tightly together.

Thomas quietly increased his strength in his hands. The long-term exercise made his wrist very strong, but when he exerted force, he had an illusion that he was not holding flesh and blood, but made of steel and iron. When the other party's hand tightened slightly, he felt a slight brittle sound of bones sounding on his palms. He quickly relaxed the strength of his hands, and the other party did not pursue him. Both parties let go of their hands harmlessly.

"Come on, let's introduce the magical arrow range, the best shooting club in the United States!" Thomas introduced enthusiastically.

Zhang Cheng began to shoot mobile targets that were moving at irregular speeds with his pistol. He forgot how many bullets he had knocked out, but it seems that the shooting skills have been fed out by bullets. If this is a test of 100 points, then he can at least have seven or eighty points. It is not particularly excellent, but it is definitely not bad.

Whenever your wrist is overstretched and you start to feel swelling and painful, you can take out a picture of "treatment for minor injuries" from your body for use.

Knock out three or five bullet boxes on the table in one breath.

The pistol felt that it was almost done, so it was replaced with a rifle.

Over the past period of time, he clearly felt that his shooting skills had improved rapidly and he had a little confidence. While he was trying to shoot the rifle, he saw Thomas coming in from outside.

"Oh, how about Huchen?" Zhang Cheng asked.

"I can only say he's a genius." Thomas shrugged. "The first time I saw someone shooting with a rifle in one hand. This guy is simply a superman." He hesitated. "Your friend is a professional fighter?"

He had many guesses about Hu Chen's identity, but no matter whether it was a soldier, agent or a killer, it was impossible for him to understand the gun. But Hu Chen really didn't understand it, and he didn't even understand the shooting posture and key points. This was his real first time touching a gun.

"That's right." Zhang Cheng said.

"No wonder." Thomas muttered. "Is it a boxer? Or free fighting? Jiu Jitsu? Or..."

"The fight in armor." Zhang Cheng replied.

"There are still professionals who fight in armor these days..." Thomas spread his hands. "Okay. But I admit that if he was in the era of cold weapons, he would definitely be a fierce man. He could become a general. Or at least become a famous warrior." But in this era, he became a vase-shaped acting profession.

But another thought quickly made him happy because that guy was really fast. The bullets he fired today were at least twice as fast as usual.

In the morning, Huchen tried pistols, assault rifles and shotguns, and in the afternoon, he tried both the old single-shot rifles, submachine guns and machine guns. Thomas had to admit that he underestimated this guy named Huchen. Although this guy was not strong in size, he was really strong enough. Since he could withstand a lot of recoil when shooting, both his body and his arms made him extremely stable in his movements and postures, which took a lot of advantage in shooting.

"This guy is really born to be a war material." At the end of the day, Thomas said to Zhang Cheng. "Do you know, my dear friend, if he gets enough training and his slightly decent luck, he may become a legend on the battlefield."

"He will definitely be very happy to get such an evaluation." Zhang Cheng said sincerely.

"But his voice was a bit strange," Thomas said. "It's not like the voice of a man of this age, but like a teenager. I inexplicably feel that he had injured his throat."

Normal people generally won’t be injured in such areas, but it’s hard to say if they are professional fighters.

"I don't know." Zhang Cheng replied. He is now beginning to understand that "smart words" are not omnipotent. He can't explain why, but magic obviously changed the pronunciation organ to some extent.

The phone suddenly rang. Zhang Cheng picked up the phone, but it was a strange number - not a domestic phone, but a local phone.

He pressed the call button and realized that this was called by the consulate and informed him that he could come to get his passport tomorrow.

Zhang Cheng turned his head and saw Thomas's extremely disappointed expression.

"Dear friend," Tomasse finally coughed gently. "Congratulations. I remember..." he said. "You will leave immediately after getting your passport, right?"

Damn it, didn’t it take two weeks? Why did you suddenly speed up now?

"We'll go hunting tomorrow," Zhang Cheng felt a little unbearable. Of course, on the other hand, he did have several cards to throw in the wilderness. "If you come back, can you send me there?"

"No problem!" Thomas immediately became excited, "But... your friend, that tiger minister is not in the plan."

"Of course." Zhang Cheng replied.

At dusk, a car drove into the parking garage of the villa. The aunt was the first to hear the sound of the car's engine and quickly walked out to see. Her eldest daughter heard the heroic policeman coming out of the car.

"Dear Mom, I'm back." The policewoman came over and hugged her. "How is the family going before you stay here?"

"Nothing big, only your sister is obsessed with damn archaeology again. She actually locked herself in the room without taking a step in a day."

"Archaeology? She?" The policewoman looked surprised.

"Yes, he has been obsessed with an ancient text for a whole day. Oh my God, you have to find a way to manage her..."

"I'm just studying a language!" The little girl's voice inserted in time. "It's just a Central Asian prehistoric language!" She pouted with dissatisfaction. "Dear mother, it's better to spend time studying than spending those third-rate variety shows!" She walked all the way to her sister.

"Congratulations, Sheriff Jennifer!" She jumped up with a smile, hugged her sister, and kissed her on the face. "Twice promotions and salary increases in a month! Great job!"

"Oh, that's just God is favoring us!" Mom's eyes were obviously very comforted. They had known this before. "Look, it's helpful for me to go to the church to pray and volunteer. God gave us compensation."

The policewoman looked at her sister, and her disgusted expression fully showed that she completely disagrees with this statement.

"By the way, let's go celebrate tonight?" Jennifer suggested.

"Tomorrow," the aunt replied. "Zhang Cheng is not here tomorrow. We can hold a family banquet. I have already fried the steak tonight."

"What? Why is Zhang Cheng not here tomorrow?" The little girl looked confused. Obviously she didn't know the news yet.

"Tomorrow he said he would go out to hunt and come back the day after tomorrow. But it would only be one night." The aunt was obviously very satisfied with the news. "Then he was about to leave, and his passport was reissued. He went to get his passport and would also go back to China." The troubled guy finally left.

"Is that true?" The policewoman looked at his sister without any comment. It was a little faster than she expected, but this was a good thing.

In fact, she really shouldn't have thought so much. Think about it, how lucky she was during this period. Lucky hit her like a raindrop. No, not just luck, He even sent an angel to come. Although even she herself is not sure whether she had seen the angel at that time, after all, experts all swear to emphasize "collective hallucinations"?

"That, Mary." The policewoman took a break and pulled his sister aside. "Do you remember what we saw last time?"

"Are you talking about that angel?" the little girl shrugged. "I know, collective hallucination. It's a coincidence that dozens of people gathered in that place are Christians. They all yearn for God's salvation, so in our collective hypnotic consciousness, the angel appears. In fact, what really saved us is our own efforts, and we found the rope to escape... Did they tell you this way?"

"But..." The policewoman wanted to refute, but didn't know how to refute it for a while. It seems that this is really the case?

"If you want me to say it, I think it's a collective hallucination," said the little girl. "You know that those people around you were repeatedly chanting words like "God bless" and "God save me". It's normal to have collective hallucinations."

"Do you really think so?" the policewoman asked with no certainty.

"Of course, what other explanation can be found?" the little girl replied. "Unless, you believe that there are magic in the world, you believe that there are miracles in the world, you believe that there are gods, time travel, mysterious witchcraft and ancient mysteries covered by history."

She blinked cunningly, stopped talking to her sister, and ran back to her room.
Chapter completed!