Chapter 072: Time to Show My Skills

In any case, Li Lekang was utterly smitten. From the outside, the house looked old and unassuming, but inside it was completely up-to-date: WiFi coverage was seamless, the internet was a dedicated 10-gigabit line, and you could scrub through 8K videos on P-site without even a stutter.

But the real key was the sheer space! Forget about the indoor heated pool or the private cinema—those were just the standard luxuries. He could drift a Rolls Royce in his own backyard. Who could possibly resist that?

Imagine waking up each morning, possibly getting lost in your own home, needing to take an elevator just to grab breakfast. Sometimes, if you wandered too far outside and needed to use the restroom, you’d have to drive back!

But the most important thing was the company—a group of nun sisters who’d join you for faith and loyalty cosplay, and these nuns were the real deal: crucifix in one hand, submachine gun in the other!

The vibe of killer nuns was overwhelming!

Li Lekang felt this place deserved to be called a recluse’s paradise!

As their tour of the manor deepened, they arrived at the second basement level—a shooting range.

Private cinemas and bowling alleys were extravagant, sure—those alone would crush 99.9% of players on the Earth server—but standing beside a private shooting range, they paled instantly.

Li Lekang had imagined it might be over the top, but he never expected an actual shooting range underground! There was even an indoor combat simulation area!

What stunned him most was when the usually gentle and slightly shy nun sisters pressed a hidden wall panel, revealing rows upon rows of weapons and gear that nearly blinded him with their brilliance!

There was no point naming models—just the companies alone made his head spin: Colt, Accuracy International, Benelli, HK, Glock, Walther, Winchester… long guns and sidearms of every kind, a veritable private armory.

Even more outrageous, on the other side he spotted a rounded, tubular object that could be hidden under a nun’s habit… was that an M72 rocket launcher?

He looked at them questioningly. Olivia explained, “The security company under the Saints organization has rather relaxed weapons permits. We’re all registered employees.”

Li Lekang still had questions. “I get the guns, but since when did Los Angeles become lax about anti-tank rocket launchers?”

Contrary to the popular image of America as a gun-lover’s paradise, the legal system was complex. California, in particular, was known for its strict gun control—Los Angeles even more so.

Sure, criminals could always get their hands on weapons easily enough.

But legally, California had tight gun laws, and Los Angeles was the strictest of the strict.

There was even a joke: Texas kids spend summer vacation hunting wild boar, guns slung over their shoulders, brimming with wild energy.

California kids? Swimming lessons and after-school clubs!

The gap was obvious.

So, about the rocket launcher, Olivia finally showed a slightly goofy smile. “To some extent, it’s for the safety of the Bishop and yourself. You don’t need to worry about the details—we’ll handle everything professionally.”

Details, huh… Li Lekang wisely didn’t press further.

Then he asked, “Can I try?”

It’s said that nine out of ten men love guns—who didn’t run wild with toy guns as a kid?

Li Lekang realized that, after all this time living in America, he’d never actually handled a real firearm. It seemed a shame! Now that he saw all these here, he couldn’t help but itch to try.

Olivia’s tone was caring: “Have you trained before?”

“No.”

He shook his head, and saw a look of concern in their eyes.

Oh, hell! He was being underestimated by a bunch of girls!

They could handle these weapons—why couldn’t he, a grown man?

After getting some basic instructions from Olivia, she demonstrated first.

She held the gun casually in both hands and fired a quick series of shots—bang, bang, bang. She brought back the 15-meter target, and every shot was dead center—precise and elegant.

Li Lekang then picked up a classic 1911, following her advice to start with the 10-meter target.

In his previous life, he’d been a seasoned FPS gamer, a hardened veteran of battle-royale games. He knew all the stats—recoil, lead time—at least on the keyboard.

To most people, ten meters was nothing—just across the room, hardly a distance at all. Yet, after emptying seven rounds, three missed the target completely!

The rest were a sorry sight. For the first time, Li Lekang understood the saying from American police training: after five meters, every hit is a matter of luck!

In FBI training, as long as you can hit at five meters while moving, you’re considered qualified—any farther and you just won’t hit.

But this was standing still, shooting a stationary target—and he was this bad? Li Lekang’s smile froze. He tried several more times, and though his results improved, they were still embarrassing.

The nuns nearby had all noticed. Olivia gently took his gun, racked the slide to ensure it was empty, set it aside, and said kindly, “Father, your true strengths don’t lie with these crude weapons, but on a higher, nobler plane.”

Her words were kind, but they didn’t heal Li Lekang’s bruised ego.

He almost wanted to ask, like what, exactly?

But he was more afraid Olivia wouldn’t have an answer, leading to an awkward silence.

He seriously pondered: what did they think his strengths were?

Deputy appointed by Bishop Sterr? He was just a parachuted official.

Hollywood star? But this was the shooting range!

He suddenly realized that, aside from being a celebrity, he hadn’t shown any exceptional skill to make them feel he deserved to be served and respected in this position.

More precisely, he hadn’t seen admiration or awe in their eyes—just the attitude of employees fulfilling their organizational duties.

Their deference was to their superior, not to him personally; nothing had touched them deeply. In other words, Li Lekang hadn’t shown his true talents yet.

If he couldn’t win their admiration and respect with real ability, the idea of happily playing cosplay with nun sisters in this mansion would never be truly satisfying.

So, Li Lekang decided it was time to show what he could do.

Why compete with others at your own weakness?

He’d go big, so these ladies would know exactly why they called him “Father!”

“Turns out firearms aren’t my gift,” he said, as if accepting reality without a care.

“Sometimes I think, since we’re working together, we should get to know each other better.”

“For example, now I know you’re all skilled with firearms—you’re impressive women. But now it’s my turn!”

Li Lekang picked up the 1911, loaded a full magazine, chambered the first round, and handed the grip to Olivia.

While she looked on in surprise, he said, “Take it!”

Then he stepped back five meters, faced Olivia, and in a remarkably calm tone said, “Now, aim at my head—pull the trigger!”