"Alright, give it a try."

Cheng Ye handed over the gun and stood aside to observe.

If it were just about moving shooting, he wasn’t too confident, but maybe the effect of the Hundred Martial Students could improve his accuracy?

But first, let’s see Mu Shuang’s spear technique.

Mu Shuang took a deep breath, raised the gun, aimed for three or four seconds, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

The bullet shot out but didn’t even scratch the edge of the Thorn Bird leader, only hitting an ordinary Thorn Bird nearby.

With a thud, the Thorn Bird flapped and fell, crashing onto the ground.

The leader immediately sensed the provocation and let out a sharp, "caw caw" screech.

"Not good, hurry back!" Before Raul’s words finished, Mu Shuang had already flashed back into the tin shed.

The next second, there was a "clang clang" sound on the tin roof, like a hailstorm falling densely.

The ground in front of the shed was covered with bone spikes, each seven or eight centimeters long, with a metallic sheen of gray-white.

It’s easy to imagine the fate of an ordinary person if they were hit in a vital point.

"Trouble." Cheng Ye looked outside, "When these Mutant Beasts gather in groups, the threat is definitely comparable to a group infection surge, maybe even more!"

He suddenly wondered if these bone spikes could pierce his Silver Light Defense?

But with so many people around, it wasn’t a good time to test it; he would have to try later when no one was around.

If it was just the power of a .22 bullet, he’d have some confidence, since even modern phone manufacturers dare to test their phones’ toughness with such bullets.

Wang Kang shrank inside the shed, looking at the dense bone spikes on the ground, sighing, "Brother Cheng, if we encountered this in Dapo Town, we couldn’t even hide, could we?"

Cheng Ye shook his head slightly. After the previous round of shooting, the bird flock was already agitated, and two bird flocks nearby had surrounded them. Now, there were three leaders circling above the tin roof.

Anyone bold enough to go out now would be shot into a sieve.

"Want to try again?" Cheng Ye said softly.

"One more shot." Mu Shuang nodded, waiting for his mood to calm before flashing out of the tin shed and firing again.

This shot brushed past the edge but still didn’t hit the circling leader.

Another round of bone spikes fell.

Cheng Ye instinctively looked up. Fortunately, the tin roof was covered with two layers of thick vines, cushioning the impact, and no bone spike could penetrate through.

"It’s no good; Jiang Chuan should do it. He’s a master of hidden weapons."

Mu Shuang shook his head and handed the hunting rifle back.

Each skill has its specialization; if Jiang Chuan were here, he would surely be confident in taking down the leader.

"What about Kang?" Cheng Ye turned to look at Wang Kang.

"I’d better not. I haven’t even gotten the hang of a handgun yet, let alone this thing." Wang Kang quickly shook his head.

"Alright, I’ll give it a try."

Cheng Ye took a deep breath, deactivated Eagle Power and Snake Power, and simultaneously activated Moving Shooting and Hundred Martial Students.

A tingling sensation like an electric shock coursed through him, and the hunting rifle in his hand seemed to meld with his arm. The instinct to hit the target instantly emerged, calming his slightly rapid breathing immediately.

Walking out of the tin shed, Cheng Ye raised the gun for aim. The feel of locking onto the target suddenly became clear, and without hesitation, he pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

Hit? Really?

A Thorn Bird spiraled down, but Cheng Ye didn’t bother to look closely; instead, he quickly retreated into the shed.

Then, when the rain of bone spikes stopped, he peeked out at the fallen Thorn Bird on the ground, and a broad smile spread across his face.

The large size, hook-like claws, larger by nearly a third than a regular Thorn Bird—it was the leader.

The workers also stuck their heads out, exclaiming in astonishment.

Mu Shuang also looked over, and a look of disbelief flashed in his eyes at first, but then he remembered Jiang Chuan’s words and quickly replaced it with a knowing smile.

Indeed, he’s... different!

Even Wang Kang couldn’t help it. The surprises brought by Cheng Ye had become so frequent that people around him were getting used to it, even finding this norm.

This is the display one would expect from a genius inspector, a member of the Cheng Family!

"Dang, you really hit it!" Raul also poked his head outside, his gaze fixed on the flock overhead.

Without the leader to guide them, the initially gathered flock immediately plunged into chaos. Thorn Birds clashed, some merging into the left group, others into the right.

"I’ll give it another go!"

Cheng Ye felt a surge of joy.

No wonder some people are obsessed with wilderness hunting; this feeling is just so amazing.

Completely different from aiming at a can, the sense of solidity and accomplishment that surged through him as he hit the prey was indescribable, as if his arm suddenly extended and he punched the Thorn Bird leader down.

Moreover, the previous shot also gave him a deeper understanding of the "auto-aim" enhancement from the Hundred Martial Students.

For example, aiming at the new leader in the left group, the feeling of locking on was very weak for the first two seconds, but by the fourth second, that intuition suddenly grew stronger.

Without thinking, he pulled the trigger, and yet another leader fell in response.

Cheng Ye instantly retreated to the tin shed, but this time there were no bone spike attacks, just complete chaos within the bird flock.

With hundreds of Thorn Birds headless, they flocked to the right group, but the leader there couldn’t control so many peers, their cawing orders drowned out by the flapping of wings.

"Hey, Inspector Cheng’s accuracy is almost catching up to my father; you have to concede!"

Raul stood with arms akimbo, watching the dispersing flock, filled with emotion.

When the bird flock initially gathered, Evan Davidson was the one who shot down the leader and drove away the flock, and now, to see this happen again, it came from the hand of an Intern Inspector.

Cheng Ye waved his hand, chased the departing bird flock, and fired another shot.

What a shame.

"Missed." He clicked his tongue.

Although the active effect of Hundred Martial Students allowed him to become one with the gun, ensuring accuracy, once the flock was in chaos and the leader’s flight trajectory wasn’t visible, it was naturally impossible to lock on.