Scumbag God, I can see the entry of desire.

The next morning.

The sky over the city of Hai seemed to be torn open, heavy rain poured down, and a vast curtain of rain covered the sky and the earth.

Under the solemn Monument to the Martyrs of the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, Chu Yiren stood quietly, holding a bunch of snow-white chrysanthemums devoutly in her hands. Crystal clear water droplets hung on the plain petals, like condensed grief.

Chu Yiren's red eyes fell on the red cross monument engraved with the names of Chu Zhongguo and Chu Weiguo. Her slender fingers gently stroked the words on the monument. Every mark seemed to tell the story of the war years in the past.

Tears sparkled in Chu Yiren's eyes, and she said with a choked voice: "Third Grandpa, Second Grandpa, did you see it?"

"The Chu family's blood feud has finally been avenged."

"The past sins of the Yingting family have been thoroughly cleared up by the granddaughter and grandson-in-law."

"Third Grandpa, Second Grandpa, your spirits in heaven can finally rest in peace." Chu Yiren's tears filled her eyes.

Lin Lang, who was standing aside, stood tall and held an umbrella steadily for Chu Yiren. In this storm, he was like an unshakable mountain, shielding her from the outside wind and rain.

The rain poured down along the edge of the umbrella, splashing layers of water on the ground.

Lin Lang's eyes were firm and deep. He silently guarded Chu Yiren and accompanied her to pay tribute to the second and third masters of the Chu family, the two martyrs who died heroically in the naval and air battles during the liberation of the country.

The chaebol couple were both dressed in solemn black, looking particularly solemn and dignified in the wind and rain.

The rain flowed down the hem of Lin Lang's clothes, wetting the ground under his feet, as if the heaven and earth were mourning with them for the deceased heroes.

The figure of Lin Lang holding an umbrella for Chu Yiren is like a deep and loving painting under the gloomy sky and heavy rain.

Chu Yiren slowly leaned over and gently placed the bouquet of white chrysanthemums in her hand, which carried thoughts and respect, in front of the monument.

Chu Yiren's body trembled slightly, and tears flowed uncontrollably, flowing down her cheeks along with the cold rain. Her red eyes were filled with deep longing and consolation for her loved ones.

Lin Lang felt sad when he saw this scene. He reached out his hand, gently put his arm around Chu Yiren's shoulders, and whispered to comfort her in her ear.

"Wife, if the grandfathers knew about this, they would definitely be very pleased."

"The two grandfathers have always been protecting you, the Chu family, and this country. Now that the great revenge has been achieved, they can rest assured."

Lin Lang's voice was low and firm, and amid the noise of wind and rain, it was clearly heard by Chu Yiren, bringing a touch of warmth and comfort to her grieving heart.

Chu Yiren took Lin Lang's hand and introduced him, "Third Grandpa, Second Grandpa, today I am bringing my grandson-in-law Lin Lang to you two to meet him."

Lin Lang saluted respectfully towards the Martyrs' Monument, his eyes filled with respect and remembrance for the martyrs.

Afterwards, Lin Lang said solemnly, "I have met Third Grandfather and Second Grandfather. I will love and protect them for the rest of my life. The spirits of the two grandfathers in heaven do not need to worry about them."

After hearing this, Chu Yiren finally smiled. She looked at Lin Lang with deep affection, tears and love flashing in her beautiful eyes.

At this time, although the heavy rain had become a little lighter, the fine raindrops were still falling like silver threads.

After solemnly paying homage to the Anti-Japanese War Pilot Martyrs Monument, Chu Yiren and Lin Lang bid farewell to the martyrs and slowly left.

Lin Lang gently put his arm around Chu Yiren's shoulders and tilted the umbrella in his hand slightly towards her. The two of them looked particularly quiet and affectionate in the rain as they walked step by step towards the luxurious Rolls-Royce on the side of the road.

Next to the Rolls-Royce, the driver, Uncle Zhong, had been waiting for a long time and hurriedly opened the back door for Chu Yiren.

Chu Yiren and Lin Lang got into the car and sat down one after another, and Uncle Zhong hurried back to the main driver's seat.

After starting the Rolls-Royce with one button, the driver, Uncle Zhong, looked through the rearview mirror and cautiously asked, "Miss, where are you and your husband going next?"

Chu Yiren's eyes wandered, she gently leaned into Lin Lang's arms, and whispered, "Let's go to Pudong Truman Shooting Club."

"Yes, Miss."

The driver, Uncle Zhong, responded and drove the Rolls-Royce smoothly in the heavy rain towards the Truman Shooting Club in Pudong, Shanghai.

In 2000, the Pudong Truman Shooting Club in Shanghai had already grown to a considerable size.

There are not only 14 rifle (pistol) shooting targets and 4 one-way skeet targets, but it can also accommodate 18 people at the same time to experience live-fire shooting with different types of guns. It became a favorite place for many shooting enthusiasts at that time.

In the shooting range, shooting enthusiasts can experience live-fire shooting after learning the basic movements such as correct gun holding, aiming, breathing and pulling the trigger under the guidance of the coach.

Even in 1994, the Pudong Truman Shooting Club launched a paintball gun battle project, setting up "Plain Guerrilla Warfare", "Island Attack and Defense Warfare" and "Jungle Search Warfare", a total of three battlefields with a total area of ​​more than 2 square meters.

Participants are divided into different teams, wearing protective gear and holding paintball guns, attacking each other in simulated combat scenarios, and achieving victory through teamwork and tactical application.

There is even a grenade throwing range in the Pudong Truman Shooting Club.

The only difference is that the wooden-handled grenades used by the Truman Shooting Club have the same weight and structure as real grenades, but the grenade body has been technically processed to eliminate its lethality, so participants can experience the feeling of grenade throwing in a safe environment.

In the late 1990s, private companies that wanted to open live-fire shooting clubs had to meet many conditions and go through complicated approval procedures.

To put it bluntly, ordinary people simply cannot get approval for the procedures to establish a live-fire shooting club.

It is worth mentioning that because Chu Yiren likes shooting sports and playing with guns, her father, Shanghai businessman Chu Jincheng, is a daughter slave. In 1992, he spent a lot of money to establish the Pudong Chumen Shooting Club for his beloved daughter Chu Yiren.

Pudong Truman Shooting Club, located in the east of Binhai Resort, Nanhui District, Shanghai, is the largest shooting club in Shanghai.

After Lin Lang and Chu Yiren arrived at the Pudong Chumen Shooting Club, wherever Chu Yiren passed, the staff all bowed and greeted respectfully: "Hello, Miss!"

Chu Yiren walked lightly and brought Lin Lang to a display area filled with guns and ammunition. With a smile, she proposed to compete with Lin Lang in actual shooting.

Lin Lang knew that Chu Yiren's move was intended to test his shooting ability.

There are many types of pistols in the Pudong Truman Shooting Club. They finally chose the more classic Browning pistol at that time. The gun body has smooth lines, a heavy texture, and a cold and hard luster under the light.

The bullets used were standard 9mm Parabellum bullets, neatly arranged in the magazine, gleaming with metallic luster.

The staff quickly prepared the necessary equipment for shooting for Chu Yiren and Lin Lang.

The earplugs are soft and have excellent sound insulation, while the glasses can effectively prevent damage from ricochets and gunpowder residues and have good light transmittance, allowing the shooter to aim clearly at the target.

Everything was ready, and Chu Yiren was the first to start shooting.

Chu Yiren was seen walking towards the shooting range with a slender and steady pace, holding the Browning pistol firmly in both hands. Her posture of holding the gun was standard and regular, and her eyes were focused and determined, as if she was integrated with the gun in her hand.

When firing, Chu Yiren didn't even blink, and her movements were smooth and sharp.

"Bang bang bang..."

After seven gunshots, the bullet flew accurately towards the bull's eye.

At this time, a staff member at the side pressed a button, and the track at the end of the shooting range started immediately, and the target paper slowly slid along the track automatically.

The target paper uses an electronic induction scoring system with densely packed sensing points on the target surface. Once the bullet hits, the system can quickly and accurately calculate the corresponding number of rings based on the location where the bullet hits, and clearly display it on the electronic display screen next to it.

Chu Yiren's 25-meter rapid-fire pistol performance was outstanding, and she even achieved an astonishing number of points that surpassed the Olympic champion's record.

Chu Yiren pulled her sister to put away the gun, with a smug smile on her face and a hint of pride in her eyes. She turned her head to look at Lin Lang and said coquettishly: "Husband, how is my shooting skill?"

Lin Lang exclaimed in exaggeration: "Wife, your shooting skills are amazing!"

"If you represent the national shooting team in the Olympics, you can break the Olympic champion world record for 25-meter rapid-fire pistol!"

Chu Yiren's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a cold and arrogant smile, "Hubby, it's your turn."

"Okay." Lin Lang smiled mysteriously. He did not wear earplugs and glasses like ordinary people. Instead, he put one hand in his pocket and stood calmly in front of the shooting position.

Lin Lang didn't even look at the target paper before he raised his gun and shot, "Bang, bang, bang..."

Seven more gunshots rang out.

However, what was unexpected was that when the target paper slid in front of his eyes, it showed a zero ring, and all the bullets fired by Lin Lang missed the target without exception.

Chu Yiren was stunned at first, then teased: "No way, husband, you are acting with me again, right?"

Chu Yiren's charming eyes were full of doubt. She didn't believe that Lin Lang was at such a level. After all, she had seen Lin Lang defeating his enemies with every shot and slaughtering the Daochuan Group's headquarters building with blood last night.

Lin Lang always has many unknown secrets and abilities. In Chu Yiren's opinion, this time's miss was more like a deliberate performance.

The staff member who was responsible for recording the results widened his eyes, his face full of shock.

I saw a string of numbers appear on the display screen corresponding to the target paper next to it that was originally unused. Upon closer inspection, the number of rings was exactly the same as the number Chu Yiren had just got from shooting.

The staff member stood there in shock for a while before coming to his senses. He exclaimed in a trembling voice, "Miss, this... this is unbelievable!"

When Chu Yiren heard this, she turned around and asked, "What's wrong? Why are you so startled?"

The staff member exclaimed in exaggeration: "Miss, your boyfriend didn't hit his own target paper, but the target paper of someone else next to him, and he hit the same number of rings as you!"

Chu Yiren opened her beautiful eyes wide, and when she saw the number of hits on the target paper display screen next to her that no one was using, her face was full of disbelief.

"No way, husband, can your bullets turn?"

"You were aiming at your own target from the position and angle you were shooting at. How did you end up hitting the target next to you?"

"How on earth is this done?"

Chu Yiren's heart was like a storm. She originally thought that Lin Lang had missed the target on purpose, but this scene was completely beyond her imagination.

Lin Lang seems to be hiding more and more elusive secrets, and these secrets make Chu Yiren surprised and fascinated, and she can't wait to find out the truth.

Lin Lang lied, "Maybe I am a little nearsighted and have astigmatism, so I looked at the wrong target paper. How embarrassing!"

Chu Yiren's eyes were full of admiration and affection. She poked Lin Lang's chest with her finger and said teasingly with a smile: "Husband, you are pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger again, right?"