After Zhuang Jinling filled out the form, paid the deposit and got the card, he entered the shooting range with Zhuang's father and the others.
The first time Zhuang's father and Zhuang's mother came in was to look for Beiyin Cangmo and Luo Yunyuan. They didn't see them, but saw a group of people surrounding them.
One of the dark and strong men asked Zhuang Jinling in a bad voice: "You are the Zhuang Jinling who insulted our warriors as garbage, right?"
Zhuang Jinling responded, "Yes."
Zhuang's father and Zhuang's mother saw that the visitor was not kind, so they quickly protected their son behind their backs: "What do you want to do?"
A man with a crew cut snorted and said, "If you are in trouble, you have to be protected by others, and you have the nerve to scold warriors. I think you are a waste."
Zhuang Jinling said softly: "Those who are capable speak with their strength and slap me in the face with their strength, while those who are incompetent will only block my way and scold me for being useless. If you really don't want to be underestimated, then Show off your talents and make more contributions to the country. Do you think your actions are great when you compare the angry words I, an ordinary person, do? It’s a pity that even if you beat me to death, no one will think you are glorious. I'll think you're bullying the weak."
Father Zhuang nodded: "My son is right in one thing. When people are angry, they can swear anything. You are the same. When you are angry, you don't also scold others for rubbish. What is the difference between you and my son?"
Zhuang's mother continued: "There is still a little difference, that is, when my son scolded people, he was photographed and posted on the Internet. They were not photographed on the Internet. If they were also posted on the Internet when they cursed, they would still be sprayed with blood."
Everyone was stunned by their family and looked at each other.
After all, this is a high-end villa area, where various military officers and wealthy businessmen live. People who come and go here dare not make trouble at will. First, they are worried that they will cause trouble to their boss or superior by provoking someone they shouldn’t. Second, they are afraid of the impact The reputation of my boss or superior was caught, so I didn't dare to really do anything to Zhuang Jinling.
The man with the crew cut said angrily: "Damn, what else can your family do besides being eloquent?"
Zhuang's mother said, "I can cook."
Zhuang's father curled his lips: "We can also kung fu, and our martial arts are higher than yours. If we really fight, you will lose."
Yaya raised her little hand and said, "I can play with toys."
Everyone: "..."
The staff who led Zhuang Jinling and the others in let out a snort and laughed.
Zhuang Jinling knew that the other party was just playing lip service, so he didn't dare to make a big deal, so he turned to the staff and said, "We want to go to the real gun shooting range."
The worker said: "The consumption of the real gun shooting range is relatively expensive. A bullet costs at least 20,000 yuan, and expensive bullets cost 50,000 yuan."
This is also the reason why ordinary people can't afford bullets to hunt in the forest, because it is too expensive, and sometimes even ten bullets may not be able to kill the first-level mutant animals and plants, and the price of the first-level mutant animals and plants is still low. The price of no bullet is high, so it is not cost-effective to use a gun.
Father Zhuang asked, "Xiaoling, can you use a gun?"
He had taken his son to learn before, but every time his son went to the shooting range, he was always lazy and could not even hit a target.
Zhuang's mother said: "It doesn't matter if you don't know it, you can just learn it."
Zhuang Jinling said, "I can shoot."
He was planning to become a mecha fighter before, if he can't even use the rob, can he be expected to hit the enemy with the mecha
Father Zhuang said with a smile: "You used to know nothing, but after seeing you for a few years, it feels like you know everything."
Zhuang Jinling laughed and said, "Dad, when you look at me, don't you always wear a filter? Have you forgotten that my kung fu is still as bad as before?"
Zhuang's mother poked Zhuang's father's arm angrily: "You just can't talk."
The lack of skill is the pain in the son's heart.
Father Zhuang quickly changed the topic: "Go, go shoot, son, let us see how good your marksmanship is."
"I haven't held a gun for a long time, and I don't know how good I am." After Zhuang Jinling came to this world, he never touched a gun except for shooting Hua Zhengwen a few times with policeman Yang's gun. He was close to Hua Zhengwen and had a big goal, so it was impossible to measure his level.
Zhuang's mother comforted him: "Then practice first, and when you get familiar with it, the marksmanship will come back."
Zhuang Jinling put on the noise-cancelling headphones handed over by the staff, and then glanced at the shooting position. He saw a middle-aged man in a white sweater practicing shooting, with his mouth curled up invisibly.
This person should be the governor described in the book, that is, the supreme commander of He Cheng's National Guard.
According to the book, today the governor will meet a killer, who will be shot in the arm by the killer, and then the killer will be captured by the male protagonist who came to the shooting range, so the male protagonist will be appreciated by the governor, and he will follow after a short time. Do things around the governor.
This is one of the reasons why he offered to buy a gun today.
The staff asked Zhuang Jinling: "Mr. Zhuang, have you ever played shooting?"
Zhuang Jinling took the gun prepared by the staff: "I have played with guns before, so I don't need you to teach me."
"Okay, if you have anything you don't understand, you can ask me directly, and I will serve you at any time."
"Hmm." Zhuang Jinling looked in the direction of the governor again, and saw a short man walk up to the governor's right hand and shoot.
He turned his head to look at the time on the clock on the wall, walked to the position to the left of the Governor next to him, and then raised his hand to the gun target.
The staff saw that he held the gun in a standard manner, so they stepped aside to watch him play with the gun.
The gun target was fifty meters away from the shooting point.
Zhuang Jinling tried to fire a shot first. With a bang, the bullet flew out and hit the seventh ring, which was still some distance away from the bull's-eye.
He frowned unhappily. Since he learned to shoot, he rarely shot beyond the tenth ring. It seemed that he hadn't held a gun for too long.
Zhuang Jinling aimed at the bull's-eye and fired again, reaching the ninth ring, but he was still not satisfied, so he fired several more shots in succession, until he finished firing the bullets in the gun, and finally entered the tenth ring, and slowly recovered. The feeling of the year.
He quickly reloaded the magazine and fired two more shots before hitting the bull's-eye.
The corner of Zhuang Jinling's mouth raised slightly, but he quickly retracted it, with a serious expression on his face, and quickly fired ten shots at the bull's-eye.
Zhuang's father and Zhuang's mother saw their son hitting the bull's-eye, both of them were happy for him. Zhuang's father said: "It seems that my son has found the feeling of shooting."
After the bull's-eye hits ten shots in a row, the target will be replaced with a moving target.
Zhuang Jinling still hit the target with his gun.
Luo Yunyuan, who was watching them shooting in the lounge, raised his eyebrows: "Zhuang Jinling's marksmanship is so good? The moving speed of the gun target is so fast, he can hit it, amazing, if he goes to the wild to hunt fast mutant animals Absolutely no problem."
Beiyin Cangmo quietly watched Zhuang Jinling shoot, as if he saw a soldier on the battlefield, his eyes shone with a sharp light, and he treated the target as indifferently and seriously as he was looking at the enemy, which was different from the people he usually knew.
Luo Yunyuan affirmed: "Zhuang Jinling must have received strict training, otherwise he would never be able to shoot such a good marksmanship. You can see that when he was shooting hostages, he was very responsive. He didn't hit a single hostage. Kidnapper."
The hostage gun target means that when there is a hostage gun target, you can’t hit the hostage, you can only hit the kidnapper, and the hostage and the kidnapper don’t necessarily appear at the same time, because the gun target will keep changing, one will be a hostage, and the other will be a kidnapping If the hostage is too nervous, it will be easy to hit the hostage, and the kidnapper still has a target on his body. If he can still hit the snatching target on the kidnapper when changing the target, it will be even more powerful, indicating that the other party is a sharpshooter.
Zhuang Jinling is a sharpshooter. Except for the first dozen or so rounds that he was practicing, the rest of the rounds hit every target, no matter how fast the target moves or changes.
The staff behind Zhuang Jinling were stunned. He had worked in the shooting range for so long and had seen countless specially trained national guards shoot, but none of them could shoot as fast and accurately as Zhuang Jinling.
The governor also noticed Zhuang Jinling's actions.
He arrived half an hour earlier than Zhuang Jinling, but he stayed here for half an hour and only hit the bull's-eye a few times. If he couldn't hit the bull's-eye ten times in a row, the gun target would not be replaced with a moving target, but the young man next to him But it's amazing. It took less than ten minutes to finish all the targets of the level.
While the governor became interested in Zhuang Jinling, he also lost interest in shooting. He put down his gun and turned to look at Zhuang Jinling.
Zhuang Jinling also put down his gun and turned to meet the governor's gaze. He gave him a polite smile, then his pupils shrank, and saw the person who was standing on the governor's right hand pointing his gun at the governor's back, he yelled: "Be careful!" .”
The moment the killer shot, his body also reacted, and quickly threw the governor aside. Then, he felt severe pain in his arm, and his back hit the corner of the table next to him. The pain caused him to faint past.
Seeing their son being shot, Zhuang's father and Zhuang's mother stood up quickly and screamed, "Xiaoling, are you alright?"
The four national defenders standing behind the governor were shocked and rushed towards the killer.
Seeing that he missed the hit, the killer fired a few shots at the national guards angrily, then turned and ran away. Immediately afterwards, a fist hit him in the face, and he was sent flying to the ground.
He turned over in a hurry, but who knew that the other party was faster, and he was a sixth-level martial artist like him, and his internal strength was deeper than him. When he got up, he was hit in the chest, and there was a sound of sternum breaking, and he spat out a mouthful of blood , fell to the ground.
It was Beiyin Cangmo who hit the man. He had noticed something was wrong with the person standing next to the governor early in the morning, and he would secretly glance at the governor from the corner of his eye. However, he didn't know that the man in white standing next to the killer was the governor.
Seeing the killer fell to the ground, Beiyin Cangmo rushed over to fix the opponent's acupoints as fast as he could, preventing him from moving.
The national defenders who chased him hurriedly caught the killer.