National Breakout: My firearms proficiency is at full level

The walls of the manor are made of huge bluestones, the surface of which is covered with moss. Years of erosion have caused tenacious weeds to grow between the cracks in the stones, swaying gently in the breeze.

The main building is a three-story European-style castle with a spire towering into the clouds and the bricks and stones of the exterior walls are a deep gray.

Tall windows are scattered throughout the building in an orderly manner, and most of the glass has been broken, leaving only dark window holes that look like eye frames.

There is a wide staircase on the front of the building, with exquisite stone carvings on both sides of the stairs. The balcony on the second floor surrounds the entire building. The carvings on the wrought iron railings are intricate and exquisite, but have become fragile due to years of disrepair.

"No one?" Nanqiang frowned.

"Impossible." Zhang Yang could already smell the smoke, and the fire should be in the backyard of the manor.

Walking around the wall to the back of the manor, there was indeed a bonfire with black smoke coming out of it.

The smoke rose up, swirled in the air, and slowly dissipated. One end of the charcoal was black and gray, piled up in a mess.

On the ground around, a circle of fire marks was clearly visible, and the soil became dry and hard, in sharp contrast to the surrounding moist grass.

The bonfire had gone out, but judging by the thickness of the black smoke, it was obvious that it had only just been extinguished.

"Is anyone eating barbecue here?" The south wall found something on the iron rack next to it: a raw pig's trotter wrapped in tin foil.

"It's still warm. It was just extinguished." Zhang Yang squatted down and wiped the lead dust off the wood block with his hand, his face unchanged.

"Where did that person go?" Nanqiang wondered.

The scene at the moment was very strange. In the two people's spiritual perception, this manor did not have the slightest sense of communication.

"Who?" Zhang Yang looked towards the dark window, but found nothing. Because of the light, the visibility inside was too low.

"Oh my god, this is a bit scary." Nanqiang took out the Sky-Dragon from his back and pointed it at the dark window: "If you don't come out, I'll shoot!"

The air was dead silent and no one answered.

"You stay here, I'll go to the front door." Zhang Yang instructed and then walked towards the front yard of the manor.

"Yes!" Nanqiang nodded seriously and summoned Evita at the same time.

The shadow of Evita, which turned from virtual to real, floated behind him, making South Wall feel safer.

The sky gradually darkened and the night turned blue.

Zhang Yang came to the front door, with several suspended M61s surrounding him.

The gate of the manor is made of thick solid wood, inlaid with antique copper rivets, and the copper lock is rusty, but you can still see its former exquisiteness.

crunch--

The door was not locked and was easily pushed open by Zhang Yang.

When you push open the door, an old and decayed smell hits you in the face.

"Come out by yourself, I don't want to do it yet."

Zhang Yang spoke calmly to the air and observed the first floor of the manor.

The dim light filtered through the dusty windows and fell onto the ground with difficulty, forming turbid beams of light in which countless tiny dust particles were flying around.

Opposite the door is a huge European-style fireplace. The marble body of the fireplace is covered with gray and black stains. There are several exquisitely shaped candlesticks on the mantel. The candles have long been burned out, leaving only solidified wax, like layers of white stalactites.

There was a huge oil painting hanging above the fireplace. The gold paint of the frame had peeled off a lot, revealing the mottled wooden background. The canvas depicted a nobleman in gorgeous clothes, but time and dust had blurred his face, leaving only a rough outline.

In the center of the hall, there was a heavy wooden dining table with intricate carvings on the legs. The table was covered with thick dust, and Zhang Yang wiped it lightly, leaving a clear scratch.

The matching chairs were tilted and the leather cushions were cracked, revealing the yellowed filling inside.

Zhang Yang was 100% sure that there was someone in this manor.

It’s just that he doesn’t have the [Hunter Senses] and cannot accurately observe the opponent’s specific location.

But as long as the opponent activates the communication ability, Zhang Yang can instantly lock his position through the [Contact Magnetic Field] and let the M61 accurately shoot into the desired position just like before in the forest.

Now that the other party is hiding and not showing up, Zhang Yang can only search slowly.

There was an antique wooden wine cabinet on the wall, with several bottles of wine quietly placed behind the glass door. Next to the wine cabinet was an old-fashioned gramophone, with the black speaker covered in dirt.

There was a piano in the corner, which was covered with dust and the keys were yellowed. Zhang Yang pressed the keys casually and the sound was dull and hoarse.

wow——

Sensing a figure passing behind him, Zhang Yang quickly turned around and fired an M61.

bang——

M61 was nailed to the wall, but only a piece of cloth was taken with him.

"So fast?" Lin Yu was surprised by the other party's reaction. He went to the wall and pulled out the M61.

Looking at the spiral staircase next to him, he should have gone upstairs.

"No contact aura yet..." I didn't expect that the other party hasn't used the contact power yet. Could he be just an ordinary person?

"I'm too lazy to play." Zhang Yang took out his 50-round drum magazine, and then used his telekinesis to make the souls float one by one and follow him.

dong dong dong...

After Zhang Yang went upstairs, his eyes suddenly turned and the bullet beside him was fired instantly!

Ping——

The bullet deflected a flying knife that the opponent threw at him, and the opponent's figure disappeared in the corridor on the second floor.

It was obvious that he had hidden himself in some room.

"Boring." Zhang Yang simply exerted his strength, letting all the bullets fly towards every room in the corridor, shooting randomly inside.

Whoosh——xn

Countless bullets began to fly in the air, and there was no corner in the room where one could escape.

"Don't move!"

"Master, I got it!"

As a result, good news came from the south wall downstairs.

Zhang Yang leaned out of the window and found that the muzzle of the gun on the south wall was pointing at a man in a gray robe, and the other party also raised his hands sensibly.

It is not difficult to guess that the other party must have fallen out of the window and was caught by someone lurking on the south wall on the first floor.

……

"I surrender, don't kill me."

Zhang Yang returned to the first floor, and Nanqiang also brought the other party in.

He was a very sloppy uncle with untidy beard, a pistol bag on his waist, perfect height and tight muscles, like a professional killer.

The gray cloak behind him was scratched and turned into tattered strips of cloth.

"How long has it been since you took a shower?" Nanqiang pinched his nose. There was an unpleasant smell on the other person.

"Master, this guy climbed down the wall pipe and wanted to climb into the toilet. As a result, I was right inside the toilet." Nanqiang pointed his gun at the other party and said with a smile.

"Is this prediction perfect?"

"Hmph, go pee first." Zhang Yang knew that Nanqiang must have gone there by accident. People in the toilet must have gone there because they couldn't hold it anymore and wanted to go to the toilet.

"Tell me, what's your name?" Zhang Yang controlled countless bullets floating in the air. He never worried that the other party would play tricks.

Just looking at the other person's clothing and habits, it is obvious that he is not a savage, but a modern person like them.

Moreover, his skills are not bad either, comparable to those of a senior S-class liaison officer.

"Zhang Yang You Wen?"

Unexpectedly, the other party recognized Zhang Yang.