"How is it possible? All Sansan's enemies have gone to hell." Mo Tie said with a smile.

"What is this for?" Saeko asked strangely, pointing at her pistol.

"I'll protect you."

"Ah, do you need this?" Saeko was very surprised. Although Neon is not the safest country in the world, she doesn't need to shoot guns to the people.

"Don't Saeko want to follow me? Then let's start by improving her combat effectiveness." Mo Tie smiled mysteriously.

Saeko Mushima was stunned.

The next day, Mo Tie took Saeko to a warehouse in the suburbs, where a complete set of blacksmith tools were placed.

"Sansan, are you a knife maker?" Saeko asked in surprise.

"It's just a skill." Mo Tie responded modestly.

Saeko respectfully saluted Mo Tie and said, "My father taught me that for swordsmen, the knife maker is their second best friend in their lives."

"Haha, it's not that exaggerated." Mo Tie smiled happily. He is not a blacksmith who pursues realm and results, but he is also happy to hear other people's praise.

"What kind of knife does Saeko want? I can help you make it a special gift for you as an 18-year-old coming-of-age ceremony." Mo Tie said.

Saeko was very happy and asked in surprise: "Is it really OK? But have you never seen Sansan customize swords for others before?"

"Hey, are you questioning my level?"

"No, I just think it's too troublesome. After all, Sansan doesn't make a living by building a sword." Saeko explained.

"Haha, Saeko, if I don't build swords, why put these devices in the warehouse?"

"Ah, why is that?" Saeko Mushima felt strange when she heard it.

"Because I'm stocking up knives, I may use them in the future. Even if they are useless, they can still be sold for money." Mo Tie explained simply.

"Yes." Saeko responded in a slight sense of understanding.

Then, Mo Tie took Saeko to the basement below the warehouse, which he dug out after a while.

The basement is spacious enough to set up a simple shooting range, which is where Saeko Muroshima practices shooting.

"Saeko, I will teach you basic gun knowledge first, and then demonstrate it to you, and then rely on your practice later." Mo Tie said, opening a wooden box in the corner.

Saeko Mushima opened her eyes wide in surprise. The wooden box was filled with brand new guns and ammunition.

Could it be that Sansan is an arms dealer? Saeko made strange guesses about Mo Tie's identity.

"Bang! Bang!"

The basement continued to shoot.

Starting from the pistol, Saeko kept practicing shooting throughout the weekend.

Two days later, Mo Tie came to the basement to test her practice results.

"It's not bad, Saeko, I just started practicing. Her marksmanship is so powerful, which means you are very talented." Mo Tie praised.

After only two days of practice, Saeko was able to accurately hit the bullseye with a pistol within fifty meters.

"Come and practice every weekend from now on, and I will accompany you."

"Okay, Sansan."

Hearing this sentence, Saeko happily agreed. She didn't care whether she had shooting talent, and just stayed with Sansan.

"Within a year, you must reach the level of accurately killing living people. It is very difficult and you cannot slack off." Mo Tie set up a practice goal.

Saeko Mushima was stunned: "Living person? Sansan, do you want to take me to prison?"

In Saeko's concept, only the death row prisoners in prison will be legally killed.

"Of course not, I'm talking about me. As long as you can hit me who is moving, you will be qualified." Mo Tie patted her shoulder and said.

This move made Saeko know that Mo Tie was not joking.

"But Sansan, what should I do if I really hit you?" Saeko asked in surprise.

Mo Tie didn't say anything, picked up the pistol she had just put down, pointed it at her chest, and shot it without hesitation.

"Ah! San San!"

Saeko rushed over nervously and reached out to cover Mo Tie's "wound".

“Huh?”

Mo Tie's shirt on his chest was broken, and the edge of the hole was roasted black by gunfire, but there was no red blood.

"Dingdang~"

The bullet fell from under Mo Tie's shirt, making a crisp sound, and the bullet had deformed into irregular iron lumps.

"San San, is this?" Saeko was very surprised and couldn't describe everything she saw.

Mo Tie patted his chest, and there was no trace of scratches there, and said, "This is Sansan's secret, you have to keep it confidential."

Saeko Mushima was stunned for a moment, then said excitedly: "Is Sansan like Superman in the movie?"

"That's not. He is much better than me." Mo Tie said honestly.

"Can San San fly?"

"I can't fly like this now."

"Can San San see through?"

"Uh, this really can't be done."

"Can San San reach the speed of light?"

“Far from reaching.”

Saeko asked a series of questions, and her excitement finally subsided.

When he returned to the villa, Saeko calmed down and lay on the sofa, pillowing Mo Tie's thighs, while watching TV, she said, "Sansan, do others know your secret?"

"You are the first to know in this world." Mo Tie said with a smile.

"Ah, that's great."

Saeko's face showed a satisfied smile.

In fact, Saeko Mushima's reaction was much better than Motei expected, because she did not show fear or suspicion from beginning to end, only endless curiosity and excitement.

A few weeks later, Nan Lixiang took Mo Tie to the sea military base as agreed and tried to shoot a target.

Of course, Mo Tie's marksmanship does not require such practice. The reason why he followed him was to leave a tracker here.

A small, small tracker separated from the Transformers' body can be discarded at will and can continuously feedback location information when Motie starts it.

If a dead virus incident really occurs in the future, this drifting sea base should be the best safe house.

"Nan, who is this?"

The police officer on duty pointed at Mo Tie and asked strangely.

Nan Lixiang rolled her eyes and said angrily: "My boyfriend, can't you? Don't talk nonsense, let us in quickly."

The police officer who suddenly became frustrated and bent forward silently returned the ID card to Nan Rika, opened the door, and exuded a black aura of "I'm broken".

After entering the military base, Minami Rika shook her hair and said, "Don't get me wrong, I said that on purpose, otherwise I wouldn't bring you in that easily."

"Well, I know, I can see it." Mo Tie smiled, and did not take the opportunity to say any teasing words.

Nan Rika was very satisfied with his attitude.

The shooting range of the military base is very advanced, with various types of targets, and is much further away from the basement dug out by Motie himself.
Chapter completed!