It was a rare sunny day. Strolling in the castle garden, Abigail was in a very good mood. She chatted with William about banquets, antiques, and other work matters.
As they walked, they saw a seventy to eighty-meter-long building in the distance. Abby immediately hugged William's arm and said, "Dear, the stable is now the busiest time. Shall we go later?"
Feeling the softness on his arm, William stopped and looked at Abigail, who had an inexplicable expression. He understood and said, "No problem. Let's go back and do the things we love to do."
"You're so annoying. I'm not talking about that." She pointed to the shooting range in the distance and shook William's arm. "You promised me before to practice shooting with me."
William, who had misunderstood, looked at the shooting range in the distance unhappily. He was helpless against Abby, who rarely acted like a spoiled child. He said gloomily, "I didn't expect your hobby to be so unique."
He thought that Abby didn't seem to have any special hobbies other than antiques and shopping.
After thinking for a while, he decided that practicing his marksmanship wouldn't do any harm to himself and Ah Bi. He pulled the expectant Ah Bi towards the shooting range and reminded her while walking, "When you enter the shooting range, you have to listen to my orders. Otherwise, I guarantee that you won't touch any weapons."
"Okay, okay, okay. You have the final say." As an American, Abby certainly knew that weapons were dangerous. If she had been attracted by William's handsome appearance when he was wearing a weapon in the London manor's weapons room, she wouldn't have been interested in guns.
After pressing the password and scanning the retina, the shooting range's door opened automatically. He took the excited Abby directly to the underground arsenal.
As soon as he entered the arsenal, William knew that Sunday had renovated it. Previously, it was only thirty to forty square meters. Now, after looking around, he estimated that it was at least 150 square meters.
Moreover, when he saw an electronic password input device on the wall, he knew that this was only the first underground floor without Sunday's introduction. There must be one or more floors below.
But now that Abigail was here, William didn't want to scare her, let alone reveal all his secrets to her.
Under Abigail's dissatisfied gaze, he picked a CZ83. Unfortunately, the girl didn't appreciate it at all. She pointed at the modified M1911 and said, "No, I don't want the little guy in your hand. I want that one."
William shook his head helplessly. He walked forward and took the M1911 from the weapon rack. He checked if it was loaded, and after confirming that it was safe, he handed it to the delighted Abby.
"This gun was specially modified according to my palm, arm, and wrist strength. Not only is it too heavy for you, but the recoil is also too strong. I guarantee that your wrist will be injured after a few shots, and this CZ83 is probably the most suitable gun for you in the entire arsenal."
After taking the two guns, Abigail tested the weight, curled her lips, and returned the M1911 to William. She raised the CZ83 in her hand and complained.
"But this gun is not only small, it's also black. It's not as cool as the one in your hand."
"You'd better try firing a few shots first, girl." William rolled his eyes at Abby and teased, "When your wrist hurts, I'll see if you'll still be so stubborn."
Regardless of whether Abby was satisfied or not, William took a box of bullets and held her hand as they walked to the ground. They came to the target, loaded the bullets, and stood behind Abby, whispering to her about the precautions.
After making sure that Abby's position and holding posture were okay, William put the earmuffs on her ears and said through the headset, "Okay, try firing first."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "bang" sound, followed by the electronic voice on the target, "Six points."
"Hmm?" Looking at the proud girl, William smiled and encouraged her, "Very good, you can hit the target on your first try. You have a talent for shooting."
Hearing William's praise, Abigail turned her gaze back in excitement. She held the gun with both hands and fired three shots at the target ten meters away. "Bang, bang, bang."
"Four points, five points, five points."
Hearing the sound of the target machine, Abigail aimed carefully in annoyance. She used up a box of fifty bullets in less than half an hour.
Looking at the electronic number next to the target, William couldn't help but give her a thumbs up. He rubbed Abby's wrist and praised, "Although it's only a ten-meter target, you didn't miss a single shot. You're really good. If you can shoot fifty bullets a day, you might really become a master in a year."
"It seems that I've found another skill that I can master." Abby, who was rubbed by William's wrist, cried out in pain.
He glared at the girl who was pretending to be pitiful and hiding in his arms, "I told you to rest after shooting a magazine, but you didn't listen. Now you know that it hurts. Let's go, I'll take you to heal."
He put the gun on the target. Sunday would send a cleaning robot to clean it. William left the shooting range with Abby and went to the castle's living room. He went to the basement to get the self-healing liquid he got from the Assassin Brotherhood.
Sitting on the sofa, William said, "Put your hand in. Your injury will be healed in about half an hour."
Abby obediently put his wrist into the cylindrical plastic medical box that was fifteen centimeters long and ten centimeters in diameter, which was produced by Sunday.
Not long after, he felt the pain in his wrist lessen a lot. He asked curiously, "Dear, what's this?"
"Self-healing liquid. It can speed up recovery by twenty times." After saying that, William paused for a few seconds and shook his head, "It's said to be twenty times, but the real effect should be stronger than that.
Even if it's a fracture, as long as the whole body is soaked in this undiluted self-healing liquid, it can be healed in one night. "
"How do you know it can be healed in one night? God." After saying that, Abigail covered her mouth with her uninjured hand and asked with concern, "You didn't use it yourself, right? Doesn't that mean you were injured when you went out this time?"
Holding down Abby who wanted to withdraw his hand, William said in a bad mood, "Don't worry, as long as there's danger, I promise to run faster than a rabbit. Don't forget that all my clothes are bulletproof, so how can I be injured?
I got this thing from an organization that has existed for hundreds of years. They have used it for who knows how many years, so of course they are very clear about the effect of the self-healing liquid. "
"Humph." She stared at William with dissatisfaction for a few seconds. She was relieved when she didn't find anything suspicious.
Once she relaxed, she couldn't help but think about who would give such an important thing to William. "I don't think this thing was given to you by others, but by you."
William lightly pinched Abby's face and smiled, "Why do you care if I stole it or gave it to me? As long as it's useful."
Looking at William's relaxed expression, Abigail couldn't help but sigh in her heart. She knew very well that this thing was definitely stolen. Moreover, looking at the medical box on his wrist, she knew that William already had a plan to mass produce it.
Her thoughts were all on William, and she couldn't help but ask worriedly, "Will there really be no trouble?"
"Don't worry, since I dared to take it out, there definitely won't be any trouble," William muttered in his heart. Those who would cause trouble had all gone to see Satan.
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