My Wives Are Too Overpowered

With a kick to his sides, the lady made Jim crash onto the reception's desk.

The three other guys trembled in fear as they saw this lady thrash their leader in just one kick.

They didn't know who she was, and as a matter of fact, didn't want to know it either with her show of power.

The lady walked close to Jim and looking down on him, said with visible seriousness, "watch your mouth. I am not your mother for you to say anything you want to me."

She then turned her head up to look at the staff of this club. "And you, what are you guys doing? How come such pieces of shit enter the club? What has this place become? A hangout spot for the rich?"

She then showed visible disgust on her face.

"Keep a shooting range, a shooting range. Stop trying to act fancy," finishing saying so, the lady walked inside the shooting range without waiting for anybody's response.

After she was gone, the staff heaved a sigh of relief.

Some went to pick up Jim and escorted him outside while a staff member came to Alex and said, "We are so sorry for what happened, sir. You do not need to browse through the catalogue. Please take this…"

The man handed Alex a card.

"This is an all access card. It's valid for a month and on the house. You can pay for your club membership after this month is over if you wish to join this place. We'll be happy to have you."

After saying a few sweet words, the man left.

Alex had no idea who this woman was and why she did what she did. But it was all thanks to her that Alex got an all access card.

He was pretty sure she was some bigshot, and Alex made a mental note to stay clear of such people.

Alex walked inside the shooting range after this little fiasco was over and first began practicing Gun Mastery by starting with pistols.

He bought the guide from the system and a hundred thousand dollars were debited from his bank account.

He also bought the body control guide and in total, $160,000 were spent today itself on these three manuals.

Information flooded inside Alex's mind about having better control over his body followed by using a pistol.

He positioned himself in a proper stance and began shooting with the pistol one by one.

At first none of his shots landed on the cardboard target but gradually, he became better with the system correcting his mistakes and telling him what thing he had to improve upon.

In an hour, Alex ranked up from a beginner to an intermediate.

He took a ten minute break and got back to mastering the pistol.

This time, it only took him half an hour to rank up to advanced level and he could now shoot moving targets with ease.

Alex could do headshots easily along with firing rapidly and reloading his gun.

He had learnt the basics of gun control while operating a pistol and going onto the next weapon, the assault rifles, it was much easier to master them.

Alex didn't have to worry too much about recoil as his body was really sturdy.

He also didn't take a lot of time reloading his weapon and the training course of shooting a still target, far-away target, and then a moving target was cleared very easily by him in an hour.

After a short pee break, in the next hour, Alex mastered the sniper as well. It didn't require lots of effort since it was basically just using proper physics and aiming to shoot.

As he mastered the Sniper, a new notification rang out in his mind.

[Ding!]

[Host has earned the <Gun Master> title.!

[New items in shop unlocked!]

This was some nice news that rang out in Alex's ears.

The Gun Master title provided improved accuracy and skill boost when using guns.

The new items that were unlocked were manuals to master the shotgun, SMGs, LMGs, rocket launchers, and anti-material rifles.

There was no way Alex could use those in a place like this as it was really dangerous.

Thankfully, the system seems to understand it and provided some SMGs and shotguns for him.

It didn't provide any LMGs, rocket launchers, or anti-material rifles though, which meant Alex would need to get them on his own from the outside world.

Alex was nevertheless content with this and went on to check the leaderboards of different weapons.

As he saw it, he was surprised to see that only one name was present everywhere at the top.

It was…

"Hey, the guy from earlier," the blonde-haired lady in a black tank top appeared again before Alex.

The lady stood in front of Alex with a six feet tall frame.

She was actually taller than Alex himself who was just about 5'11 and on his way to becoming six feet.

Alex was originally 5'10 but after he started his gene cultivation, his height started growing and there was also the fact that puberty hit him late.

"I heard you scored a full in all practice sessions?" She asked, curious.

Alex didn't deny her claim and nodded lightly. It was true, he did score a full in the sessions.

Alex considered scoring full as mastering a weapon. He moved onto another one only when he mastered one weapon.

It was due to this that all weapons that he used during practice sessions contained full scores.

The lady laughed with Alex's response and said, "good, good. Here, take this and come with me."

She tossed him a pistol.

"I saved you from some trouble, it's only natural you thank me, right? I don't want your thanks, just have a few rounds with me and consider the favor repaid," said the lady while walking towards a shooting range with Alex.

Her words made Alex think, 'have a few rounds with me… damn, if somehow the context wasn't properly clarified, the entire conversation would change…'

It was good that Melissa wasn't here otherwise she would've started fighting this lady unknowingly for trying to hit on Alex.

Alex didn't know who this lady was, but she of course didn't stand a chance against a Goddess.

In any case, Alex tried not to think about this and focused on the upcoming challenge as he reached the assault rifle shooting range once again.

The lady took her position and Alex took his.

"The rules are simple, the one to finish the tasks with better accuracy and time would be the winner."

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