Cooper had long known that the young Chinese in front of him was the leader of a large financial group - this statement certainly made him a little confused, but in short, it was no problem if he was a Chinese noble.
Such a high-end shooting club must have high-end banknotes to support it.
Cooper, who had been waiting for Huang Xuan to make a request, immediately said: "Of course, I will introduce it to you right now."
Huang Xuan shrugged and followed him forward.
Miller was also holding an M1911. He was frowning and his bald head was like a white marble pillar that had been touched a lot in the Summer Palace.
Cooper called him from a distance: "Miller, let me introduce you to some friends."
Miller fired the last two bullets before turning his head. Huang Xuan took a closer look and saw that this American also looked muscular. If he used Chinese language to describe it, his face was full of flesh.
Hengrou's face had a slightly ferocious look, but compared to Dian Wei, it was a little dwarfed. When Miller saw Dian Wei, Miller's first reaction was to take out a gun from his trouser leg.
This move is common on the training ground. Dianwei only took one step forward, separated Miller's paws with his left hand, and grabbed his right shoulder with his right hand.
Cooper exclaimed, Dianwei had already freed up his left hand, lifted Miller upside down, and then swung it up twice and down twice, all the broken parts including the gun he was about to take out were shaken. on the ground.
Only then did Huang Xuan have time to shout "Dian Wei!"
Dian Wei smiled and threw Miller out.
I'm afraid he has become addicted to throwing people away in the past two days.
Cooper looked at Huang Xuan with lingering fear and said loudly to Miller: "Idiot, what are you doing with your gun?"
"It's just a little trick." Although Miller was dissatisfied, he felt timid when he looked at Dian Wei's appearance.
"I told you a long time ago, put away those damn little tricks of yours." Cooper said this, and wanted to apologize to Huang Xuan.
Huang Xuan spread his hands and said it didn't matter, while Dian Wei lowered his head and looked at Miller, laughing twice again, showing two super tiger teeth.
Zhu Xiankui and Meriwether seemed not surprised. In fact, violent-looking people can easily gain sympathy when they commit violence, as if they should be like this.
Ning Ao urged: "Don't waste time."
Huang Xuan breathed out angrily and said in quite standard English: "Mr. Miller, I want to learn how to shoot a revolver quickly with you." He said, but he was worried that he could not explain clearly, and said: "It's like Like a Western cowboy."
Miller stopped rubbing his neck at this time, laughed loudly, and gasped: "Another Chinese kid who was deceived by Western movies."
"Mr. Miller." Huang Xuan was a little unhappy with his smile. He glanced at Dian Wei, and then said seriously: "You may not know who I am, but I don't want to know who you are at all. Just tell me. , if you can let me draw a gun and shoot within 0.4 seconds in three days, I will give you 1 million US dollars, 4 days will only be 500,000 US dollars, and 5 days will be only 100,000 US dollars. If you can't teach it within a week, If I use this quick-fire method..."
Huang Xuan spread his hands and said nothing more. Dian Wei took a step forward.
Definitely a heavy oppression.
Huang Xuan's words were not polite at all, but Miller was convinced under the pressure. Meriweather smiled awkwardly and said: "Mr. Huang Xuan..."
"Let's start." Huang Xuan said, taking out the modified M1911 from his waist, and said: "How long does it take to draw an automatic weapon and shoot?"
Cooper could tell at a glance that the gun he was holding was a modified gun, and he couldn't help but roll his eyelids when he remembered that he said "China banned guns" just a minute ago.
"At least 0.8 seconds." Miller's bald head was shining. He glanced at Cooper and saw that he did not refute Huang Xuan's words. He knew that the other party was probably a very powerful Chinese. Miller is a realistic person. He did not resist fiercely, but thought seriously: "If you use a revolver, it is very difficult to increase the speed to 0.4 seconds. This result can already participate in the World Western Shooting It’s a big competition, although I definitely won’t get a ranking.”
He said this, still wanting Huang Xuan to give up his thoughts. Everyone wants 1 million US dollars, but if one day can train a shooting master, then he can earn this 1 million US dollars anytime and anywhere. He didn't really want to know what Huang Xuan's unfinished words meant.
Cooper also advised: "Mr. Huang, if you want to learn fast shooting, you can hire a good coach for 1 million US dollars. In fact, laying a good foundation is very important for you to improve your performance. As long as you A little longer will be fine.”
Huang Xuan wrinkled his nose. Ning Ao helped him lay the foundation. The sensitivity of his fingers improved very quickly due to the training method. Coupled with the improvement of his ability to control energy finely, there was no need to proceed step by step. In fact, there is rarely a step-by-step approach to traveler training methods. Access control is only done because of scarcity of resources and is a last resort.
"Or you can contact a good coach now." Huang Xuan snorted and said, "Mr. Miller." He made a gesture of invitation.
Before Cooper could persuade him, Huang Xuan suddenly opened the safety of the M1911 in his hand and fired three shots directly at the ground. Cooper was worried that the ricochet would hit him, and he was too frightened to move.
"Maybe you can ask people about me." Huang Xuan smiled and said: "You should believe in my talent, and then teach me this shooting method within three days, and then you can start your shooting here openly. There are a lot of people coming to the club, you know?"
Huang Xuan is not boasting. The Huang family has very rich local resources. It only takes a matter of minutes to squeeze out a shooting club or support a club.
"Okay, Miller, do your job." Cooper said and stopped staying beside Huang Xuan. He turned around and left, muttering: "What a madman."
Huang Xuan smiled at Meriweather, who was a little frightened, and said, "John, I'm sorry, my time is very tight."
"I understand." Meriweather was even more surprised when he saw Huang Xuan take out a revolver from his arms. He turned around and pulled Zhu Xiankui over and said, "Mr. Zhu, let's not disturb Mr. Huang's training. There is a long gun over there, okay?" Try it.”
"That's fine." Zhu Xiankui glanced at Huang Xuan and ran away cautiously. He had seen Huang Xuan flying, but he didn't expect that he had guns in his hand, and there were more than one.
Miller naturally would not ask Huang Xuan where he got the pistol. He shook his head and concentrated on asking: "Mr. Huang, does he often shoot guns before? Try shooting a 10-meter target first?"
Huang Xuan picked up the M1911 silently, pretended to check the ammunition, and said, "Okay."
The shooting range looked a little shabby, but the facilities inside were still very advanced. Miller made two adjustments on the LCD screen in front of the stage, and the 5-meter target slowly moved to the 10-meter position.
yellow It felt like I aimed a little and then shot.
Miller could tell at a glance that Huang Xuan had not received professional instruction, and his bald head was shaking in all directions.
After only 10 bullets were fired, Huang Xuan wisely stopped. Miller knew that his gun had been modified without looking. He smiled bitterly and said: "Mr. Huang, no matter what, precision shooting is still the basis of rapid fire, and you It is very difficult to improve the level at this time within a day.”
"You just need to teach him well." Huang Xuan's tone was not polite at all.
Miller even smiled bitterly. He didn't know what kind of bad luck he had recently. He actually encountered such an unreasonable boss in China, even more troublesome than the guys in Las Vegas. He said helplessly: "Then let's start from the shooting position."
Huang Xuan said nothing and asked Ning Ao in a dark voice: "Should I study in the training base? Wouldn't it be faster to use a stimulator?"
"You can't bear my training method yet." Ning Ao said simply.
"Then I can let him show off his shooting methods and then we go back to training."
"No need to bother. I can use energy correction right here to help your body's memory."
Huang Xuan said in disbelief: "No need to go to the base?"
"I am already a level training base. Apart from using the stimulator beyond the level, how could there be any problems around the travelers?" Ning Ao said, "Let Dian Wei also participate in the training."
"I know." Huang Xuan turned his head slightly away and said, "Dianwei, you also participate in the training."
"I practiced in the police force." Dian Wei didn't like learning kung fu from his defeated generals.
"Come here." Huang Xuan glared, and Dian Wei came over obediently. What he most admired was Huang Xuan's one against a thousand in Chang'an, and he just thought that he had no opponent now.
If Huang Xuan knew that he was evaluated as a lonely man seeking defeat, I wonder if he would vomit blood and die.
Miller didn't care how many people he was teaching. He lazily picked up the pistol and assumed a standard posture and said: "Mr. Huang, please note that precision shooting requires good control of your muscle groups. Moderate strength and a little tension will suffice." ”
His English was not very standard. Huang Xuan felt a little tired listening to it, but he finally got his posture right.
In fact, it was difficult to adjust well. Ning Ao kept giving him corrections, and it was easy to adjust.
"For an ordinary 10-meter target, if the impact points are spread within 10 centimeters, you will be considered qualified." Miller shrugged and said, "Only if you can do it, we can talk about rapid fire."
"Why a 10-meter target?"
"Because the shooting distance of a revolver rarely exceeds 10 meters, the Western-style pistol competition also starts at a distance of 6 meters." Miller said, touching his bald head, turning around and saying: "If you can There's nothing more I can teach you until the impact points are within 10 centimeters, I need to go get a glass of whiskey, this damn place."
Huang Xuan ignored his complaints, but tried to move his fingers and gently pulled the trigger.
During the past period, the training at the base ensured Huang Xuan's basic athletic qualities. He easily fired 7 bullets into the target, which is the load capacity of an unmodified M1911.
Miller had not yet walked out of the shooting range, muttering to himself: Damn this son of aristocratic family, I hope he has a bullet that can land on the target.
"Mr. Miller." Just when Miller issued the "curse", Huang Xuan shouted: "I think I have achieved my goal, let's start the next step."
"Oh, just concentrate, that's impossible." Miller waved his hand back and said, "Mr. Huang, please train hard. If you can't complete the goal, rapid fire will be out of the question."
"Isn't it considered that the impact point is within 6 centimeters?" Huang Xuan knocked on the wooden table with the handle of his pistol and shouted loudly. (To be continued)