230: Chapter 229 Average Talent 230: Chapter 229 Average Talent Yang Yi picked up a pistol with his left hand.
It was another Glock 17.
Why could one find Glock 17s everywhere?
Because this model was truly a success.
Not to ntion other places, the Glock dominated forty percent of the law enforcent handgun market in the United States.
This gun could be found all over the world, so of course, Xiao Ran would have one as well.
The Glock 17 Yang Yi held was a version that could be disengaged from an empty chamber lock by either hand, and since the gun had no external safety and was double action, it could be fired simply by pulling the trigger, which was very convenient.
The target was a human silhouette ten ters away.
Yang Yi raised the handgun and aid at the target.
Now that both of Yang Yi’s arms were very strong, the weight of the handgun was completely imperceptible to him.
He fired, shooting steadily.
After emptying the 10-round magazine, he put down the gun and turned to Xiao Ran, who stood by his side, asking, “How was it?”
Xiao Ran looked at Yang Yi and said expressionlessly, “Not bad.
One shot in the ten ring, two in the nine, six in the eight, and one in the six.”
Yang Yi breathed out in satisfaction and laughed, “It wasn’t too difficult.”
Xiao Ran replied coldly, “This is just a ten-ter target, only ten ters.
For a stationary target at ten ters, what more do you want?”
Yang Yi twisted his neck and said, “Paul told that most handgun shooting targets are within ten ters.
See, I did pretty well, didn’t I?”
Xiao Ran didn’t speak, instead she picked up her MK23, which was large and full of attachnts, and began to shoot rapidly.
Xiao Ran was shooting at a thirty-ter target.
She also fired ten rounds, but Xiao Ran shot much faster than Yang Yi.
After shooting all in one go, Xiao Ran took off her noise-reducing earmuffs and said to Yang Yi, “Ten shots in the ten ring, now you try.”
Yang Yi changed the magazine, raised the gun, and after firing all the rounds in one breath, he realized only four shots hit the target, since he was shooting at the sa speed as Xiao Ran.
As for the score, it would be too embarrassing to ntion.
Looking at the target, Yang Yi sheepishly put the handgun down and said in a low voice, “How could this be…”
Xiao Ran smiled proudly and said, “No more words, just shoot.
Actually, you should have started with a five-ter target.”
Yang Yi sighed and asked, “Why do we have to use the Glock 17?
Paul told that the P229 suits best.”
Xiao Ran said gravely, “You will get to train with the P229, but as a spy, you need to be able to pick up any kind of handgun and shoot well with it.
The Glock 17 is probably the most common handgun right now, so you are starting with this one.”
“But I don’t like Glocks.
I don’t like the look of this gun.”
Xiao Ran looked at Yang Yi, took a deep breath, and then said sternly, “Stop talking, shoot!”
Yang Yi began shooting, emptying a full 17-round magazine before he stopped.
“Why stop?
Change the magazine, continue.”
Yang Yi had thought shooting fifty thousand rounds a month was no big deal, but now, after firing less than forty rounds, his wrist was starting to feel uncomfortable.
Uncomfortable from the shaking, though it wasn’t painful yet.
“I’ll switch hands.”
Picking up another Glock 17 with his right hand, Yang Yi fired two more magazines.
Yang Yi was full of anticipation for shooting practice, but at this mont, having only shot a few dozen rounds, he was beginning to find it pointless.
Once again, Yang Yi stopped.
Xiao Ran slowly looked at him, saying, “Continue.”
Yang Yi switched hands and fired off two more magazines before he really didn’t want to shoot anymore.
Just firing a few shots felt like nothing, but shooting dozens of rounds in succession, his wrists truly began to ache.
They really did.
“Can I take a break?”
Xiao Ran smiled and said, “I started practicing shooting when I was twelve.
Back then, I would shoot at least a hundred bullets every day, starting from the most tedious close-range fixed target, gradually increasing the difficulty and the fun of shooting.
Now, don’t think too much, just keep shooting like that until you feel like throwing up.”
Yang Yi was startled for a mont and asked, “Can I change to another gun to shoot?”
“You can switch to the P229, but you cannot stop shooting.”
Yang Yi fired off another hundred-plus bullets and then stopped again.
“How do I shoot fifty thousand bullets in a month?”
Looking at Yang Yi’s distressed face, Xiao Ran smiled and said, “One bullet at a ti.
Listen, I brought you to my secret private shooting range, provided my personal ammunition stock, and had you use my top-tier handguns for practice, not to hear your complaints.
Now, pick up the gun and shoot all the bullets for , can you do that?”
Yang Yi felt sowhat ashad, so he stopped talking and concentrated on his shooting.
When he had shot five hundred bullets, Yang Yi really felt like vomiting.
Shooting was interesting, but repetitive, monotonous shooting was not.
If Yang Yi had been asked to shoot at targets several hundred ters away with a sniper rifle, that might still be sowhat interesting, but to keep shooting at a target just ten ters away, one that was already torn to bits, that was truly dull.
Five hundred bullets with a machine gun could be sprayed out in a mont.
But with only a handgun, it was a different story.
Shooting with the left hand, the right hand, both hands holding the gun, Yang Yi felt that both his wrists were starting to feel sore and swollen.
Actually, Yang Yi was a person with great determination.
He could be quite tough on himself, but when he had finished shooting a thousand bullets, he really didn’t want to shoot anymore.
“That’s enough for today,” Xiao Ran finally said, stopping him.
She took off her ear protection and smiled, “Your right arm just had the stitches removed and hasn’t fully recovered.
It’s better to shoot less today.”
Yang Yi rubbed his wrists, puzzled, “Is this how you trained?”
“How else would I train?
Good shooters are made by bullets.
So people are naturally talented, and with effort, they can beco sharpshooters.
So have no talent, but even without talent, after shooting hundreds of thousands of bullets, they can still be good shooters.
You shouldn’t hope to be a sharpshooter, but at least you should aim to not miss within ten ters,” Xiao Ran explained.
Unconvinced, Yang Yi retorted, “Why can’t I be a sharpshooter?”
“Because you lack talent, your aptitude is that of an average person, so of course, you cannot be a sharpshooter.”
“What about you?”
Xiao Ran turned confidently and fired at a tal target fifty ters away—every shot she fired made the target ring with a ding.
“See, this is talent.”
Yang Yi fell silent.
He had been shooting all afternoon, a thousand bullets, and he now knew what it ant to use a handgun at a distance of fifty ters.
If he aid slowly and carefully he still couldn’t guarantee every shot would hit the target.
Xiao Ran’s effortless and casual accuracy was sothing he truly couldn’t match.
Scratching his head, Yang Yi spoke softly, “Let’s train here for another week, then head to Las Vegas.
I want to get the basics down first, maybe I’ll do better when Brother Yong teaches .”
Xiao Ran gave a faint smile and said, “Afraid of making a fool of yourself?
Don’t worry, no matter how much you practice in a week, you’ll still be a rookie.
Don’t dream about it.”
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