Chapter 1433: Chapter 5: Pinky Promise
“Hmm… It doesn’t seem to be any important day.”
The man looked at the string of ordinary dates, feeling there was nothing special about them:
“CC, let’s search other rooms again. For now, this research facility does indeed look like a pristine land that has never been entered. Maybe we can really find so useful resources.”
Then, both exited the computer room, and began a thorough sweep of the basent level.
Sure enough, there were many treasures here.
In a storage warehouse, the two discovered a large quantity of weapons and ammunition!
The man tested them one by one and found that most weapons were damaged and unusable, but the bullets wrapped in oil paper were well preserved and mostly usable.
After a series of tests, the usable, intact weapons were determined to be…
Three pistols, ten pistol magazines;
Two automatic rifles, six rifle magazines;
Two stun batons;
Dozens of boxes of bullets of various calibers.
Truly formidable firepower.
“Great, CC, this trip is just a big harvest.”
The man slung the two rifles on his back, smiling, said:
“With these weapons, especially these two automatic rifles, we can defeat that Evil Tribe and rescue your parents.”
CC nodded and caressed one of the pistols:
“Many bullets here, can you teach shooting practice?”
“Of course.”
The man replied positively, pointing upwards:
“Let’s climb up there, and carry these supplies up as well, we’ll teach you shooting outdoors.”
…
Bang! Bang!
In the jungle outside the abandoned research center, CC held the gun with both hands, as if facing a major enemy; closed her left eye, aid with her right eye at the tree trunk a few ters away, and pressed the trigger forcefully.
Two bullets shot from the muzzle, grazing past the tree trunk.
“You’re doing it wrong.”
The Bearded Man shook his head:
“In handgun combat, it’s not about shooting competition. Accuracy isn’t as important. You aim for too long, by the ti your muzzle is on target… the opponent has already finished a magazine of bullets on you.”
“Don’t need to aim?” CC turned back to ask.
The Bearded Man waved his finger:
“It’s not about not needing to aim, but not needing to aim through the gun’s sights, which is aningless in combat.”
He stepped forward, stood behind the girl, lifting CC’s hands, lowering them:
“The effective range of a handgun is just a few ters. Once the enemy is more than ten ters away, the chances of hitting him are minimal, a complete gamble.”
“So, in such cases, don’t be stingy with bullets, don’t worry about accuracy, observe the surroundings and cover more with your eyes, judge the situation, leave the action of shooting entirely to your hands, the general direction being correct is enough.”
“You don’t need to hit every shot nor need every bullet to be a critical hit… even if only one bullet hits his leg after a magazine, that’s enough.”
“Therefore, don’t treat real combat like a shooting ga, requiring accuracy and precision. With plenty of ammo, fire suppression is always the best solution, understand?”
CC learned seriously, rembering all these teachings, and nodded.
“Alright.”
The Bearded Man smiled, supporting her arm:
“Let’s try again, imagine the tree in front of you is an enemy, now start shooting.”
CC understood, took a deep breath.
Then squinted her eyes, gaze sharp—
Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang!!
She didn’t use her eyes to aim but used all her arm strength to control the recoil, directly emptying the magazine into the tree trunk in front.
Instantly, three flowers of splinters blood on the bark, representing three bullet hits.
“Not bad.”
The man praised:
“Your body balance is very strong. I can feel you adjusted your posture and force to neutralize the handgun’s recoil.”
“This should be your talent, just need more practice and adapt, and you’ll beco more proficient.”
“Rember, don’t be stingy with bullets! Don’t pursue cost-effectiveness! Don’t pursue one-shot enemies! There are plenty of bullets, plenty of magazines, but life is only once, life has no margin for error.”
CC followed the man’s instructions, ejected the empty magazine, grabbed a new magazine from her waist, inserted it, and poured all bullets into the tree trunk again.
Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang!
This ti, the shooting seed more stable, with five bullet holes in the bark, relatively concentrated.
“Is this really okay?”
CC was sowhat puzzled:
“I thought shooting ant one bullet kills one enemy, so as to avoid frequent reloading being exploited by the enemy.”
“Ha, there’s no such luck.”
The man chuckled:
“Enemies are not wooden targets, they’ll jump, dodge, evade… there’s no way they’ll stand there for you to hit.”
“But aren’t you?”
CC blinked, looking at the Bearded Man:
“When you shoot, it’s very fast, can’t see the aiming motion clearly, yet every shot is a headshot.”
“I…”
The man was montarily at a loss.
He looked down at his hands, silent for a while, and spoke softly:
“I also don’t know what’s up with . But as you said, my gun skills are indeed good, probably not achieved overnight.”
“But I can’t explain much about the specific reasons and techniques, because I don’t rember… My amnesia is very complete, before touching the handgun, I didn’t know how to use it at all; relied entirely on muscle mory.”
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