Genius Club-Chapter 1427 - 3: The Cries from the Research Institute
The Bearded Man lowered his head.
Looking at the tightly held gun in his hand.
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He clearly didnβt know how to use this thing, nor did he know the specific functions of its parts.
Yet.
Even in this complete ignorance, the muscles in his hand moved before his brain, skillfully and irrationally disengaged the safety, raised his hand, and fired.
Just like that.
In a moment when the brain hadnβt reacted yet, three bullets had accurately entered the enemyβs skull, completing a lethal headshot.
"I actually... know how to use a handgun?"
The man felt truly amazed. Is this what they call muscle memory? Even if the brain suffers from amnesia, reflexes and muscle habits are still retained.
"Neigh!!!" "Neigh!!"
Two horses were startled, frantically broke free from reins, and ran towards CC.
They must be trying to escape.
But judging from the chaotic trajectory of their hooves, they didnβt care about CCβs survival at all, ready to trample over her!
Bang, bang!!
Holding a tentative, pattern-confirming attitude, the man again focused his eyes on the horseβs head, without any aiming, fired two shots based solely on hand instinct.
Thump, thump.
The two horse heads exploded in succession, not even able to let out a final scream, collapsed to the ground... the white eyeballs rolled on the ground for several circles.
After such an incident, the last remaining horse immediately stood upright, perfectly still, without a sound, declaring allegiance as a wise steed.
The Bearded Man relaxed and let out a long breath.
It seems.
His guess was right.
Indeed, before his amnesia, he could use a handgun, and at a Sharpshooter levelβthe eyes and brain only need to mark the target, muscle memory takes care of everything else.
He would have had to kill those two horses anyway, even if they werenβt running towards CC.
After all, horses are loyal to their home and master, if truly allowed to escape, theyβd likely run back to the camp of those muscular brunettes.
If those tribal comrades saw the horses returning alone, without their owners, theyβd naturally conclude something went wrong, 100% would think CCβs father deliberately lured them into a dangerous area... in such a case, CCβs parents would certainly meet a bad end, most likely theyβd be killed.
Therefore, to ensure safety, it was better to eliminate these horses to prevent any future trouble; at least until the man and CC seek revenge on the tribe, they cannot let the tribe detect anything unusual.
A small regret is...
A single horse would have sufficed; the man and CC could each ride one, but who told those two horses to lack vision?
...
The explosion of two horse heads immediately woke the little girl CC.
She stood up.
Wiped the corner of her mouth.
Jogged to the Bearded Man:
"VV! You can use a handgun! And... your gun skills are so accurate!"
"I donβt know either."
The man shook his head:
"My brain definitely doesnβt know how to use it; after all, I am completely amnesiac, remember nothing. But judging by this situation, it seems my body and muscles still recall, everything is just natural instinct."
"Yes, yes!"
CC nodded enthusiastically:
"Great! Youβre amazing, VV!"
After the excitement, CC recalled that this extremely dangerous drama was caused by her, feeling guilty, she bowed her head:
"VV, Iβm sorry... It was my naive thinking, making things too simple. If it wasnβt for your unexpected shooting skill, we would have died here today, all because of me putting you in danger."
"Donβt say that."
The Bearded Man saw CCβs low mood, rubbed her messy hair on her head:
"Had you not given me rabbit meat and fruits, I might have starved or been poisoned by now; we are partners in adventure, helping each other is natural, no need for apologies or thanks."
"Moreover, youβre young, still a little girl, I should be protecting you as an adult; now even Tian Gang is reversed, needing you to make decisions... The one who should feel apologetic should be me."
"Youβre young, having simple and naive thoughts is understandable, when you grow up, youβll certainly become someone great."
CC felt a warmth when her head was being touched.
She raised her eyes, smiling at the man:
"Your words are like what my dad used to say."
"Which sentence?"
"Many, my dad was like that too, very tolerant and forgiving towards me."
Mentioning her father, CCβs eyes were full of longing:
"Actually, many times I clearly did wrong, you could have scolded me, yelled at me, I know it was my own mistake."
"But my father, just like you, no matter what mistakes I made, always forgave me, saying Iβm young, I would become mature once grown up."
"You really are sensible."
The Bearded Man said frankly:
"Scolding is for those who are not sensible kids; you are so obedient, what is there to educate?"
Saying this, he glanced at the bloodstain on CCβs mouth:
"Are you hurt?"
"Itβs not a big deal."
CC again wiped her mouth with her sleeve:
"Not as serious as you think, I just bit my lip when he kicked me, not internal bleeding or anything."
"Thatβs good."
The man turned around, looking at the intertwined bodies of people and horses on the ground:
"This ended up saving us trouble; weβll scavenge the resources on them, and then we have one last horse to use, tomorrow weβll ride it into the mountains."
The two quickly got to work scavenging resources.
These bad guys lived well, their backpacks had meat, wine, bread, and the sides of the dead horses had leather water bags.
After chasing all day without a meal, the two were hungry, surrounded the fire enjoying a satisfying feast, eating to their heartβs content.
