Cultivating through increasing my stats in America Chapter 187 - 151: Making A Million US Dollars2

The n present could hardly take their eyes off, and Javell was no exception.

This sensation was like bringing a hero-level weapon from the ga CrossFire into reality.

The manager explained it was a collectible gun given to the owner by a friend recently and was only taken out today because Javell had co over.

Javell, eager to give it a try, took the gun into his hands, scrutinizing its structure and the patterns on it.

However, after he excitedly placed the gun down, Li Ang threw cold water on his eagerness.

"Javell, have you forgotten the scene when you just used that machine gun? The M82A1 anti-materiel sniper rifle uses the sa type of 12.7mm bullets, and due to the lighter weight of the gun body and tripod, the recoil will only be stronger. You should consider whether your body can endure it."

Li Ang had no other intentions; his main concern was Javell’s slender figure, weighing barely over ninety pounds. It wouldn’t be worth it to harm his body just for the sake of shooting guns, and if he really wanted to try, he could totally go for so lighter sniper rifles instead.

Chris nodded after hearing this; although heavy firearms were alluring, they were not for everyone to handle.

Indeed, it was a suffering for those not strong enough to handle such weapons.

Hearing this, Javell hesitated. Even now, he was still in pain where the stock of the gun had hit him, a sensation no different from being pounded by a fist.

After a mont, he decided not to go for it, saying that watching Li Ang shoot was just as good.

But the manager tried to persuade him from the sidelines:

"Young master Javell, this type of gun is rare. If you miss it now, you may not have the chance again. Plus, this gun is equipped with a recoil mitigating device, which might make the impact less than that of a machine gun."

Seeing Javell’s indecision, Li Ang suggested:

"How about this, I’ll try it first to see if you can handle the recoil? Then you can decide if you want to try it yourself."

Li Ang raised the gun and placed it on the support in front, knowing that sniping demands much more than other firearms.

The effective range of this gun reached two thousand five hundred ters, and keeping enough accuracy over a kiloter away was evidently a huge test for the marksman.

Moreover, normally a sniper rifle should be calibrated before use—a very ti-consuming process. But since they weren’t on a mission, the standards weren’t so high, and they skipped this procedure.

As a side note, Li Ang had Catina record the shooting process.

A rare sniper rifle like this could attract a lot of attention online.

Li Ang aid at a target two hundred ters away. With high-precision scopes, sniper rifles were far superior to the heavy machine guns he had been using earlier.

He planned to pull the trigger tentatively to test whether the gun had been calibrated.

But the mont his finger pulled the trigger, a sharp sense of danger engulfed him, and without any ti to think, his body instinctively dodged to the side while his head slightly tilted to protect his neck.

The sense of impending doom ca entirely from the gun in front of him at that mont.

Such abnormal behavior could only an one thing: the gun was about to explode.

Gun explosions could be caused by excessive chamber pressure, exceeding the firearm’s tolerable limit, resulting in the barrel bursting or an explosion at the receiver.

Overpressure could be due to defective ammo, such as overcharged propellant producing excessive chamber pressure upon firing.

Alternatively, excessive wear and thinning of the barrel from heavy use could end its service life prematurely and lower the pressure it could withstand.

A third reason could be a bullet getting stuck in the barrel, which would also lead to an explosion.

"Bang!"

The loud gunshot sounded, but it seed excessively loud.

The previously sleek M82A1 anti-materiel sniper rifle exploded at the point where the bullet was fired.

Despite Li Ang’s best efforts to dodge, the explosion happened too quickly, with several tal fragnts still striking his body.

Chris reacted the fastest. His military career had seen a fair share of barrel explosions. Although rare, when they occurred, they were unmistakable.

"We need a dic! We need a dic!"

In such a large shooting range, equipped to prevent accidents, dical personnel were naturally on standby.

But with an accident this severe, they had few options beyond providing ergency first aid to Li Ang’s wounds and taking him to the nearest hospital.

Li Ang lay on the stretcher with his eyes closed, bewilderedly wondering why he was so unlucky.

After the explosion, he was only confused for a few seconds before his consciousness returned.

Although the wounds on his body looked terrifying, bleeding profusely, they weren’t deep.

Thanks to wearing goggles and noise-canceling headphones, and the instinct to protect his neck, only his chin and chest were scratched by the splintered gun fragnts.

Besides, the wounds weren’t too severe; without dical attention, they probably would have clotted and healed on the way to the hospital.