The following dinner ti was spent with everyone gossiping and Angela constantly pleading with Hannah, who was feigning sadness.
"Clang, clang, clang." Before the party ended, Nolan stood up, gently tapping his glass with his spoon, signaling that he wanted to speak.
"Gentlen, I have a suggestion. How about we have a fixed gathering once a month? The location can be provided by everyone in turn. We'll hire Jack as our head chef, and of course, anyone else confident in their culinary skills can participate. The ingredients will be split equally among everyone else. What do you all think?"
"Agreed!" Everyone raised their glasses and cheered.
Jack felt that his cooking skills might be the first skill he could reach master level without relying on stat points.
Advancing from proficiency to master requires 10 system coins. At his current experience gain rate, he didn't know if he could reach master level in pistol shooting by the ti he beca a detective.
He no longer needed to train in shooting every day. After reaching proficiency in pistol shooting, target practice at the shooting range was almost useless for improvent. To continue improving, he estimated he would need training intensity at the level of SWAT.
As a police officer, this level of pistol shooting skills was more than sufficient. Jack dared to say without any modesty that no one in the entire LAPD, including the SWAT team, could reliably beat him.
As for rifle shooting, it wasn't that Jack didn't want to practice, but rather that he was simply short of money. Ordinary shooting ranges offered limited improvent in skills.
And for professional ranges and instructors, he'd have to find shooting clubs, which was beyond the reach of a police officer with an average inco.
He'd only saved $2,000 in the past few months, a truly worriso amount for Jack. Although he had backup plans, now wasn't the ti to use them.
His dream was to own a small house like the Hannah. It didn't need to be too big, just a bedroom big enough for a certain size of bed and a perfect Japanese kitchen. Of course, a bathroom big enough for a double bathtub was a must.
The house needed a large enough backyard; a swimming pool was optional, but it needed to have so exercise equipnt and training posts, and finally, so fruits and vegetables.
These dreams all require a lot of money to realize. With just his ager LAPD salary, Jack would probably only be able to hope for the full retirent pension that takes 25 years to accumulate, just like Commander Gray.
Taking out a loan was out of the question. Tim and Nolan were good examples; they seed wealthy, with houses and cars, but they couldn't even scrape together $500 a year – it all went to the bank.
After tidying up the living room and kitchen, Jack went to the bathroom to wash off the cooking fus. Opening the door, he saw Hannah standing there holding a large gift box.
"Congratulations on officially becoming an LAPD officer!"
"What's inside?" Jack took the box, puzzled. It felt heavy and substantial. Had she bought him a gun?
"You always complain about how expensive English textbooks are, right? I've noticed you often go shopping for Japanese reference books, so I bought a few in Little Tokyo. The shopkeeper said they're incredibly useful reference books."
Jack's smile froze. This silly girl doesn't recognize a single Japanese character; could she have been ripped off? While patrolling the streets, he often saw Aricans in Los Angeles strutting around with strange Japanese characters tattooed on their bodies, making him want to facepalm.
Unwrapping the package, the first book on top was indeed an incredibly useful reference book — a Japanese dictionary. Although it was only a standard edition, it was remarkably well-preserved.
Not wanting to upset the girl, Jack suppressed the urge to roll his eyes and nodded seriously: "It is indeed a very useful reference book. This next one — holy crap!"
Jack flipped to the next book, imdiately swearing in Japanese, ignoring Hannah's questioning gaze, and continued flipping through, his lips curling into an increasingly sinister smile.
The second book was a comprehensive practical encyclopedia. The third book was a sequel to the sa.
"Are these books useful?" Hannah asked, puzzled, seeing him remain silent for a while.
"Of course they're useful, extrely useful."
Jack excitedly picked up the girl and spun her around, then, still wanting more, gave her a kiss on her pink lips.
"Thank you so much, Hannah, you're truly my lucky charm."
Hannah had never seen Jack so flustered before. Although sowhat confused, she was also happy, her face flushing.
"You haven't trained with since you were injured. Can we continue tonight?"
"No problem, let put your gifts away first."
With that, Jack carried the three heavy books up to the attic, first stuffing the dictionary into the bookshelf — this one was destined to remain just a decoration.
He then placed the two practical encyclopedias on his bedside table. These essential books for a transmigrator were invaluable to him, given his system. They contained a wealth of practical knowledge written in simple, straightforward language, enough to add a series of beginner-level skills to his system panel.
Jack had previously acquired basic psychology skills by reading introductory psychology textbooks; this practical encyclopedia was truly invaluable.
Changing into a tight-fitting tracksuit, Jack went downstairs, took off his shoes, and entered Hannah's training room. The room had no hard floor, replaced by a thin, soft mat, and the surrounding walls were made of the sa material. Only in one corner stood a training dummy and a punching bag.
He was also curious to know if his physique breakthrough of 20 would enhance his fighting skills.
When his ntal strength broke through 20, he could clearly feel his body lagging behind his consciousness during sparring with Hannah.
When he concentrates during a fight, he can clearly observe the movent of his opponent's gaze and perceive their intentions through shoulder movents and even muscle activation.
However, due to his physical limitations, his movents often fail to keep up with his ntal state.
After breaking through to a physique of 20, although he had pretended to have a leg injury and not sparred with Hannah a few days ago, he secretly tested himself and found that while his physique had only changed slightly, his weight had rapidly increased to 85 kilograms, and his neural reactions and motor coordination had greatly improved.
The martial arts routines Jack learned at the martial arts school were originally just muscle mory forcibly ford by the system's skills. While the moves looked good, they weren't very practical, since opponents don't engage in back-and-forth exchanges like in a turn-based ga.
The Krav Maga he practiced with Hannah, on the other hand, emphasizes speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness. It requires a deep understanding of the body's pain points and vulnerable areas, prioritizing a single, decisive blow over aesthetics, making it highly effective for subduing criminals.
While it still requires repeated practice of fixed routines to develop muscle mory, the execution is adaptable to the situation, with no fixed moves.
With the boost from the system's skill level, these routines and techniques begin to integrate seamlessly.
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