Ultimate Firepower
Chapter 55 - 55 52 Tactical Hammer
?55: Chapter 52 Tactical Hammer 55: Chapter 52 Tactical Hammer Every morning, the first thing he did upon waking up was to go outside to the lawn and practice punching for half an hour.
After finishing his punches, he ate breakfast.
After breakfast, he spent the entire morning learning makeup with Sean.
Makeup was a bit difficult because Gao Yi had to start with the most common cosmetics and skincare products.
For some of the very basic parts, he would follow beauty bloggers online, then Sean would check his learning progress.
So now Gao Yi owned a lot of cosmetics and skincare products that many girls dream of.
Although he was just learning the basics, he already had an entire cabinet’s worth. Sёarch* The N??eFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
Then came the basic makeup techniques, such as how to use concealer, how to apply eyeshadow, how to line the waterline, how to highlight, and many more.
Now, Gao Yi was at the stage where he not only knew what to do but also understood why.
For women, the worst that can happen with bad makeup is looking unattractive, but a makeup failure could be fatal for Gao Yi.
Because of this, he now knew more about makeup than probably ninety percent of the women in the world.
As time passed, with Sean’s meticulous teaching, Gao Yi should surpass ninety-nine point nine percent of women in the world in makeup knowledge.
After mastering the basic beauty knowledge, Gao Yi began to learn special effects makeup from Sean or, more professionally speaking, he was learning disguise.
Disguise techniques were even more challenging, including how to change skin tone, hair color, how to create wrinkles, observing how old people walk compared to young people, and so on.
Of course, he also had to learn how to make fake fingerprints, which required equipment.
The disguise section also included choosing clothes and coordinating accessories.
The Garden was a well-known assassin organization with very high fees, so the targets they were paid to eliminate were certainly not homeless men on the street, which meant Garden’s targets were destined to be either rich or noble.
With this premise, Gao Yi’s knowledge of clothing had to start high-end, beginning with extremely expensive custom suits, moving on to various luxury brands, especially those most people have never heard of, and even those without logos.
Only then would he move on to brands with obvious logos, the so-called luxury brands in the eyes of the general public.
Below that were various mainstream brands and specific types of clothing for particular occasions.
Disguise was a profound subject.
Gao Yi studied it every day, but he could only manage to grasp the basics in a rough-and-ready way.
It could take him at least three to five years, or even eight to ten years, to master it.
After learning disguise in the morning, he had lunch, then went driving for two hours.
Gao Yi did not know how to drive before, so he needed to drive for two hours every day, just to practice.
Sean’s goal was clear: he did not need Gao Yi to become a race car driver in a short time, but he did need him to be skilled at driving, able to handle most road conditions, and able to drive most cars.
Fortunately, Gao Yi showed some talent in this area and learned quite quickly, having learned to drive after getting his license.
After driving, he went to the shooting range.
Shooting was the most painful part for Gao Yi.
The pain stemmed from dissatisfaction, from the high demands he placed on himself, and from his progress not meeting those demands.
In makeup, Gao Yi had ordinary talent, but he had no special demands on himself in this area, so his progress was neither too fast nor too slow.
His learning pace was satisfactory to both him and Sean.
In driving, he was rather clever, learning slightly faster than the average person, but that was also because he had a good teacher.
But shooting really depended on talent.
When he was in Thailand, Gao Yi had practiced, and he knew then that he was just average, what seven out of ten people could do, he could do.
So, Gao Yi placed his hopes in the United States.
He thought that with a better gun, especially a custom-made one, he might be able to improve his shooting skills.
Now that he was truly in the United States, where he could buy good guns and find good shooting coaches, the result was that among the students who mostly used custom guns, he remained the inconspicuous one.
Lost in the crowd, this was the best summary for Gao Yi.
Especially when moving from fixed targets to moving targets or when running and shooting at fixed targets, Gao Yi really couldn’t help wanting to punch those targets down.
And that was just close-range shooting.
As for long-range shooting, Gao Yi still couldn’t handle the impact of wind speed on the bullet trajectory, nor had he memorized the complex ballistic tables.
For the same gun, a different barrel length meant a different ballistic table, and changing the type of bullet meant yet another ballistic table.
And Gao Yi was not good at math.
Now Gao Yi understood why most shooters stick to one type of gun for life.
It was not that they didn’t want to switch; they simply couldn’t.
The biggest expectation, the most effort put in, yet the least satisfying progress in shooting left Gao Yi truly disappointed.
If the skill isn’t enough, equip to make up for it; Gao Yi was inevitably sinking into being an equipment junkie.
But having been in Los Angeles for two months, scoured the nearby gun shops, and frequented the local shooting ranges, Gao Yi had not found a gun that could significantly improve his gun skills, even if he dressed up a rifle like a Christmas tree with accessories.
The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, and now Gao Yi was not just disappointed, he was in despair.
It was day seventy-one.