Chapter 230 Average Talent

Yang Yi picked up a pistol with his left hand.

It’s the Glock 17 pistol again.

Why can you see the Glock 17 everywhere? Because this gun is indeed so successful. Not to mention other places, Glock occupies 40% of the police gun market in the United States.

This gun can be seen all over the world, and there is certainly no shortage of it here in Xiao Ran.

What Yang Yi took was the version of the Glock 17 that can be released with both hands. In addition, this gun does not have an external safety, and it can be fired by pulling the double-action trigger, which is very convenient.

The target was a human target ten meters away. Yang Yi raised his pistol and aimed at the target.

Now Yang Yi's arms were very strong, and the weight of the pistol was completely insignificant to him. He fired, and the gun fired very steadily. After firing 10 bullets, he put down the gun and stood aside. Xiao Ran said: "How is it?"

Xiao Ran looked at Yang Yi and said expressionlessly: "Not bad, one shot with ten rings, two shots with nine rings, six shots with eight rings, one shot with six rings."

Yang Yi sighed with satisfaction and said with a smile: "It's not that difficult."

Xiao Ran said coldly: "This is a ten-meter target. It's just a ten-meter target. It's a ten-meter fixed target. What else do you want?"

Yang Yi twisted his neck and said: "Paul told me that most of the time pistol shooting is aimed at targets within ten meters. Look at what I shot, isn't it okay?"

Xiao Ran didn't say anything. She raised her huge MK23, which was full of plug-ins, and then started to fight.

Xiao Ran was shooting at a thirty-meter target.

They also had ten bullets, but Xiao Ran shot them much faster than Yang Yi.

After finishing the beating in one breath, Xiao Ran took off the noise-cancelling earmuffs and said to Yang Yi: "Ten rounds and ten rings, come and try."

Yang Yi changed the magazine and raised the gun. After he fired in one breath, he found that only four bullets hit the target because he shot at Xiao Ran's speed.

As for the ring number, it’s better not to report it, it’s a shame.

Looking at the target, Yang Yi put down his pistol and whispered: "How could this happen..."

Xiao Ran smiled proudly and said, "Don't say anything and just shoot. In fact, you should start with the five-meter target."

Yang Yi sighed and said: "Why do I have to use Glock 17? Paul told me that the most suitable one for me is P229."

Xiao Ran said solemnly: "I will let you practice P229, but as a spy, you need to be able to pick up various pistols and shoot them equally well. Glock 17 should be the most common pistol now, so I will let you Practice this first.”

"But I don't like the Glock. I don't like the look of the gun."

Xiao Ran looked at Yang Yi, took a deep breath, and then said in a deep voice: "Stop talking nonsense and fight!"

Yang Yi started shooting. He finished a full magazine of 17 rounds, and then he stopped.

"Why stop? Replace the magazine and continue."

Yang Yi felt that firing fifty thousand rounds of ammunition a month was nothing, but now, he only fired less than forty rounds and felt a little uncomfortable in his wrist.

The shock was uncomfortable, although it didn't hurt yet.

"I'll change my hand."

Yang Yi picked up another Glock 17 with his right hand and fired two more magazines.

Yang Yi was full of expectations for the shooting practice, but at this time he only fired a few dozen bullets and began to feel bored.

Yang Yi stopped again, Xiao Ran looked at him slowly and said: "Continue."

Yang Yi changed his hand and fired two magazines again, but then he really didn't want to.

You won't feel anything if you just fire a few shots, but if you fire dozens of shots in a row, your wrist will really hurt.

It really hurts.

"Can you take a break?"

Xiao Ran smiled and said: "I started practicing shooting when I was twelve years old. At that time, I shot at least a hundred rounds of bullets every day. I started from the boring fixed target at close range, and then gradually increased the difficulty and the shooting difficulty." It’s fun, now don’t think too much, just beat like this, keep beating until you vomit.”

Yang Yi was stunned for a moment and said, "Can you change the gun to shoot?"

"You can change to P229, but you can't stop shooting."

Yang Yi fired more than a hundred bullets in a row, and then he stopped again.

"How to fire 50,000 rounds of ammunition a month?"

Looking at Yang Yi with a bitter look on his face, Xiao Ran smiled and said: "Fire one shot at a time. Listen, I will take you to my secret private shooting range. I will provide my own inventory of bullets and use my top-notch pistol to let you shoot." You came to practice not to listen to your complaints. Now, pick up the gun and shoot all the bullets for me, okay?"

Yang Yi also felt a little ashamed, so he stopped talking and started to concentrate on shooting.

When five hundred rounds of ammunition were fired, Yang Yi really wanted to vomit.

Shooting is fun, but shooting over and over again is boring.

It might be interesting if Yang Yi was asked to shoot a target a few hundred meters away with a sniper rifle, but it would be really boring to ask him to keep shooting at a target that is only ten meters away and has already been smashed.

Five hundred rounds of ammunition were fired with a machine gun, and they were swept out in a short time.

But it's different if you can only use a pistol.

Hitting with his left hand, hitting with his right hand, holding the gun with both hands, Yang Yi felt that both of his wrists were beginning to feel sore and swollen.

In fact, Yang Yi is also a perseverant person, and he can be cruel to himself, but when he has fired a thousand rounds of bullets, he really doesn't want to do it.

"Okay, that's it for today."

Xiao Ran finally said stop. She took off her earmuffs and said with a smile: "Your right arm has just had its stitches removed, and it hasn't fully recovered yet. It's best to take less beatings today."

Yang Yi rubbed his wrist and said with a puzzled look on his face: "Is this how you practiced?"

"How can you practice if you don't practice like this? Good shooters are fed by bullets. Some people have talent. If they have talent and work hard, they can become sharpshooters. Some people have no talent, but no matter how talented they are, they can still become sharpshooters after firing hundreds of thousands of bullets. Good shooter, you don't expect to be a sharpshooter, but you must at least be able to make perfect shots within ten meters."

Yang Yi was very unconvinced and said: "Why can't I be a sharpshooter?"

"Because you have no talent and your qualifications are just ordinary people, so of course you can't become a sharpshooter."

"how about you?"

Xiao Ran turned around confidently and fired at an iron target fifty meters away. The iron target dinged every time she fired.

"See, this is talent."

Yang Yi stopped talking. He had been fighting all afternoon and fired a thousand rounds of bullets. Now he knew what it meant to shoot a pistol at a distance of fifty meters. If he was asked to aim slowly and fire slowly, he would not be able to hit the target. Like It was really impossible for Xiao Ran to hit him casually and hit him with such ease.

After scratching his head, Yang Yi whispered: "Let's practice here for another week, and then go to Las Vegas. I'll lay a foundation first, and it might be better when I let Brother Yong teach me."

Xiao Ran smiled faintly and said: "Afraid of embarrassment? Don't worry, if you are as good as you, you will still be a novice after practicing for a week. Don't think about good things."