Brooklyn, New York, an abandoned mechanical processing plant.
It was originally an industrial relic covered in rust and dust, until a shell company called Marvel bought it out with full cash payment a week ago.
At this moment, the empty factory floor had been converted into a temporary training ground.
Several rows of industrial spotlights illuminated the central area like daylight, while the surroundings were piled high with discarded machine tools and concrete blocks used as cover.
"Just like this, flick your wrist while pulling the trigger."
Alice stood at the shooting position, gripping a weighted Glock 17, and took a deep breath.
She didn't load any Character Card; she attempted to replicate the physically defying movement from her memory using her own ordinary 16-year-old girl body.
She flicked her arm violently.
"Ouch!"
A cry of pain broke the serious atmosphere.
Alice clutched her wrist, which hadn't even exerted any force, her features twisted in pain, and the gun nearly flew out of her hand.
"I knew this would happen."
Peter Parker, who had been squatting on the gantry crane beam above, slid down upside down, his red and blue suit particularly eye-catching under the lights.
He landed nimbly beside Alice, his tone carrying a hint of helpless desire to explain.
"According to the law of conservation of angular momentum and ergonomics, that move you just made has no tactical value other than putting a 4G overload on your wrist ligaments. To impart enough lateral acceleration to the bullet the moment it leaves the barrel, you need at least ten times your current wrist explosive power. Given your bone density, forcing this move would only result in a comminuted fracture."
Peter pointed to his own wrist and suggested seriously: "Unless your bones are made of vanadium alloy, or you transform like you usually do."
"I didn't expect my original body to learn it; this is a technique that only madmen and cheaters can Master."
Alice sighed, looking at her fair, slender wrists with some depression.
In this World, indeed, only magic can defeat magic, and only cheats can fight against cheats.
Consciousness sank deep into the system.
[System, loading Character Card: Mikasa Ackerman]
When Alice opened her eyes again, Peter's Spider-Sense stung slightly.
This wasn't a danger warning, but an instinctive reaction to a sudden change in a powerhouse's aura.
The weak girl who was just complaining about wrist pain was gone.
Alice's previously relaxed standing posture instantly became like a fully drawn hard bow.
Although there was no change in appearance, every muscle fiber under her skin seemed to be injected with high-grade fuel; that was the monstrous strength belonging to the Ackerman family for hunting giants.
And her eyes were now flashing with a heart-stopping clarity, as if the trajectory of the dust floating in the air was all under her control.
"Watch again, Peter, this is the ultimate technique of The Fraternity — Curving Bullets."
Alice raised the gun.
This time, there was no hesitation, no testing.
That was pure aesthetic violence.
Mikasa's strength gave her arm the extreme speed that broke the sound barrier when swinging.
Bang!
The tongue of fire from the muzzle drew an afterimage in the air.
Peter's eyepieces widened sharply.
In his superhuman dynamic vision, that 9mm bullet exiting the barrel seemed to be pushed hard by an invisible giant hand, drawing a C-shaped arc in the air that completely ignored Newton's coffin lid.
The bullet bypassed a load-bearing pillar in front and accurately drilled into the center of the forehead of the mannequin hiding behind the pillar.
The mannequin's head exploded like a watermelon.
"Fuck!"
Peter cursed, backflipped next to the mannequin, poked the bullet hole with his finger, looked back at Alice, then looked at the pillar again.
"This flick shot makes full use of the rifling rotation and the instantaneous lateral swing to deceive aerodynamics."
Peter was as excited as a child who had received a new toy, and he jumped back to Alice's side in two or three steps.
"Although it's unscientific, it's so cool! That instant angular velocity of your wrist reached at least 120 radians per second, and the explosive wrist force exceeded 300 pounds."
"This requires extremely high physical fitness and talent." Alice deactivated the card loading, the inhuman pressure instantly dissipated, and she shook her slightly sore arm. "Peter, if it were you, you probably wouldn't need to load any cheats, right?"
"Me? You mean let me try?"
Peter pointed at himself and excitedly picked up a training gun.
"I don't usually use guns because they are too noisy, and, you know, it's easy to kill people, but if we are just discussing this kind of force exertion technique?"
Peter tilted his head, seemingly constructing a physical model in his mind.
"Assuming the initial bullet velocity is 360 meters per second, the target distance is 15 meters, and the deflection angle is 30 degrees, I need to apply a slightly larger lateral instantaneous force within 0.002 seconds."
If it were an "ordinary person," they would need to desperately squeeze adrenaline to capture that moment of exiting the barrel.
But in Peter's senses, it was like slow-motion playback.
He could even feel the tiny vibration of gunpowder burning and expanding inside the casing when the firing pin hit the primer.
So.
Peter flicked his wrist seemingly casually.
It wasn't the elegant arc demonstrated by Alice, but an extremely violent flick that seemed to want to tear the air apart.
His strength was too great, so great that if this were an ordinary civilian pistol, the slide might have been flung off.
Bang!
The bullet roared out of the barrel, drawing an extremely exaggerated C-shaped trajectory in the air, not even bypassing the load-bearing pillar, but circling the pillar for a full turn, and then hitting the concrete wall to Peter's left with a loud bang.
Sparks flew.
The scene was dead silent.
Alice raised an eyebrow: "Were you trying to kill yourself just now?"
"Whoa!"
Peter jumped back in shock, looked at the smoking muzzle, and then looked at the bullet hole that almost hit him, but his tone was full of excitement.
"The centrifugal force was too high; the acceleration I just flicked was too high, leading to excessive rotational momentum of the bullet. Oh my god, I feel like if I control the force well, I could even make it orbit in a figure-eight."
Peter was like a child who had just received a new toy and immediately set his posture again.
"Let's do it again, this time I'll only use one-tenth of the force, no, one-twentieth!"
Alice looked at the excited Peter, her mouth twitching.
The killers of The Fraternity need to experience untold amounts of cruel physical torture, squeezing their potential on the edge of life and death, just to Master this move.
And this high school student in a tight suit, just by watching it once, not only learned it but was even considering how to play with tricks.
This is the gap in talent.
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