Mysteries On Marvel

"Glock 19, compact and lightweight, low recoil, standard magazine capacity of 15 rounds—suitable for beginners and practice," Old Jerry explained while tossing a Glock 19 to Eren.

Leading Eren to the shooting range, Jerry barked a command to the staff, "10-meter target."

They proceeded to a vacant slot marked as number 5, where Jerry began instructing Eren on shooting techniques.

Old Jerry's reputation as a retired military sharpshooter was well-deserved. His extraordinary sensitivity to firearms became evident as he corrected Eren's mistakes after just a few shots.

Following Jerry's advice, Eren adjusted some minor errors in his posture and grip, leading to a noticeable improvement in accuracy. The embarrassing scenario of missing the 10-meter target completely with his first two shots quickly became a thing of the past.

Gradually, Eren stopped blindly firing after barely aiming. Instead, he practiced repeatedly, tweaking his grip and adjusting his aiming angle before pulling the trigger.

After emptying a magazine, Jerry instructed Eren to take a short break, relax his tense muscles, and reload the magazine with fresh bullets.

Taking a moment to recall the sensations from earlier shots, Eren gripped the Glock 19 firmly, adjusted his posture slightly to suit his habits, and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The bullet struck the edge of the target—a score of one.

Not bad for a start.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Gaining confidence, Eren continued firing, refining his technique through practice. After emptying another magazine, he stopped to reflect on his progress.

"Not bad. You've improved a lot, but your wrist muscles are still too stiff while shooting," Jerry remarked.

Satisfied with Eren's rapid progress, Jerry pointed out a few more issues in his shooting stance and technique.

Eren took the feedback to heart, made adjustments, and resumed his practice.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The gunshots echoed in the range as Eren alternated between practice and breaks.

Under Jerry's guidance, his accuracy improved steadily. He progressed from missing the target entirely to consistently hitting it, and eventually, he began aiming for higher scores.

After his seventh magazine, Eren shook his sore arms.

Jerry suggested, "Take a break. That's enough shooting for today. You've fired over 100 rounds for your first session. I recommend getting one of the staff to massage your arm muscles, or you might not even be able to lift your arms tomorrow."

Jerry hesitated briefly before adding, "Don't worry; the massage service is free."

Tom's Shooting Club charged a hefty annual fee, but it included such amenities to ensure a premium experience.

"Got it!"

As a novice, Eren gladly accepted the advice.

A slender female attendant arrived shortly after and began massaging Eren's arms.

While his body relaxed, Eren's mind remained active.

Seizing the opportunity, Jerry pulled up a chair beside Eren and began explaining firearm mechanics and shooting techniques in a simplified manner. The clear and concise explanations helped Eren grasp the concepts quickly, accelerating his understanding of firearms.

By the end of the session, Eren felt that the $300-per-hour fee for Jerry's lessons was well worth it.

After paying for two hours of Jerry's instruction and settling additional fees for ammunition and equipment wear, Eren left the club. The total came to under $50—a reasonable price.

Eren hailed a cab and headed back to Chinatown.

Once home, Eren referred to the Nutritionist's Recipe Manual, selecting ingredients he could source locally to prepare a nutritious, balanced meal for himself.

The meal, rich in nutrients, left him completely stuffed.

Despite following the smallest portion sizes in the manual, Eren couldn't help but marvel at the appetite of the gene-enhanced warriors described in the book. They must have stomachs like black holes to consume several kilograms of food in one sitting.

To Eren's surprise, the meal wasn't just palatable—it was effective.

As the food digested, he felt a warm flow of energy spreading from his stomach to his entire body. Though it wasn't as potent as consuming a nutrient solution directly, it was far superior to regular meals.

"Not bad," Eren mused, lounging on the second-floor sofa and watching TV. "Until the lab is set up, I can experiment with preparing more meals tailored to my needs."

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, the cleanup was being handled autonomously. Dishes and cooking tools were washed until spotless, and even the scraps and leftovers from meal preparation were efficiently disposed of by his small companion.

On TV, nearly half the channels were broadcasting news about Tony Stark's return. The most shocking revelation was Stark's announcement that Stark Industries would cease its weapons development program entirely.

The idea of the world's largest arms dealer shutting down its most profitable division sounded absurd—like a joke too far-fetched for April Fool's Day.

The sensational news spread across the federation at lightning speed and was rapidly gaining traction worldwide.

The most immediate and significant reaction came from Stark Industries' stock prices.

Within an hour of the press conference, their shares plummeted.

(End of Chapter)

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