996: Chapter 1101: Standard Moves 996: Chapter 1101: Standard Moves Being called a fool is indeed a rare experience for Yang Yi.
But being called a fool is not important; what’s important is the ability to truly improve.
Imagine this: Yang Yi is a perfectionist, and his capabilities are indeed exceptional.
In every field he’s entered, he has outperford others significantly, like how Zhang Yong has always had the upper hand in combat over him.
Yang Yi has never been particularly confident in his combat ability, but when it cos down to actual hand-to-hand combat, especially in true life-or-death fights, he’s the one who survives.
This experience at the CIA training camp has made Yang Yi recognize his own strengths.
If it’s about combat, aside from Zhang Yong, whom else does he have to fear?
However, shooting is a different matter.
Having Gong Yang as an insurmountable mountain before him is one thing, but there are too many others whom Yang Yi does not match up to—within Organization of Water, be it Brian, Zhang Yong, Anton, or Xiao Ran, almost any of them ntioned is stronger than him.
Yang Yi can accept not being number one, but he must be among the best in the field.
Therefore, being called a fool does not anger Yang Yi.
If he really is a fool when it cos to shooting, then it would be great if there were a training thod suited for fools.
One must know oneself.
On all counts, Yang Yi’s shooting ability is much more crucial than whether he can fly a plane, as he’s bound to encounter situations that require the use of a gun more often, whereas flying, especially situations where he must pilot a plane himself, are much less likely.
Thus, if Yang Yi’s shooting standard can be greatly improved, then the gains from his training camp visit would be enormous.
Now that he knows how to train, the only thing Yang Yi has to do is to start practicing imdiately.
“Can I start now?
Do you have .22 caliber pistols and bullets here?”
Yang Yi was sowhat eager.
If the safety officer said they didn’t have any, he would not hesitate to go out and buy a large quantity of bullets and guns—enough for an ordinary person to not run out for a lifeti.
“Of course, I’ll get them for you.”
The safety officer turned to leave, but then Yang Yi urgently said, “Please wait, can you tell your na?”
“Eh, Ben Alfred.”
After the safety officer gave his na, Yang Yi pointed to himself and said, “I’m Yang Yi.
Thank you very much for what you taught , truly thankful.”
Ben nodded.
He wasn’t too interested in Yang Yi and turned to walk away, but the person who had been standing by the side seed taken aback and then asked in surprise, “You’re Yang Yi?”
“Yes, it’s …
Hello, nice to et you.”
Yang Yi extended his hand and shook hands with the fellow who had also suffered from psychological trauma due to Gong Yang.
“I have many nas, but I’ve been called Yang Yi here; pleased to et you.”
“My na is Hunter.”
Yang Yi smiled sincerely, but Hunter’s smile seed sowhat forced.
After letting go of Yang Yi’s hand, Hunter suddenly said, “You’re not from the Operations Division.”
“Yes, is that important?”
Hunter scratched his face, looking bewildered, “Not important, but…
I didn’t expect to et you here.
Actually, I should have realized it when I saw you were Asian—I an no offense, but there are really few Asians here…
So, you are Yang Yi.”
Hunter seed conflicted.
He took another look at Yang Yi and finally said, “I’ve heard about you, a lot of people are looking for you.”
Yang Yi spread his hands, “Is that so?”
Hunter hesitated for a while then shook his head, “I won’t tell anyone you’re here, but I think it may not be long before soone cos looking for you.
Eh, there are no secrets in the training camp.
Well, I must leave now, goodbye.”
Shaking his head and murmuring, Hunter left.
Yang Yi felt sowhat helpless; it’s really true that fa can be a burden.
He had challenged the entire Operations Division, and now it seed people might be coming for him.
What a nuisance.
Actually, Yang Yi now felt like he was in a treasure trove.
After all, the CIA is the most powerful intelligence organization in the world, and it is in every respect.
Naturally, the CIA’s training camp has real substance.
For Yang Yi, an unorthodox spy who joined the fray halfway, there was so much to learn.
If he were to constantly entangle himself with the rivalry with the Operations Division, that would be a waste of ti.
Ben returned, pushing a trolley.
He used a trolley to deliver bullets because there were at least a thousand of them, which was quite a bit of weight.
“Go ahead and shoot.”
Yang Yi picked up a pistol, loaded the magazine, while Ben nonchalantly said, “.22 caliber pistols co in two types; nobody usually trains with these, the other type wouldn’t suit you.”
The .22LR bullet is low-powered; people usually don’t use it as a combat pistol caliber.
Yang Yi took a Ruger pistol and aid at the target before starting to shoot.
With low power cos low recoil; Yang Yi found the gun extrely easy to handle, barely feeling any recoil, which significantly shortened the ti needed to re-aim.
One shot after another, Yang Yi shot seriously, and his scores were good, each shot hitting within the nine rings.
“Your shooting posture is very standard.”
While Yang Yi was shooting, Ben suddenly spoke, expressing admiration, “You’ve received good training, so your shooting posture is very standard and appropriate for combat.”
Yang Yi stood with his feet shoulder-width apart, gun in right hand, right arm naturally straightened forward, while the left hand supported the right, and the left index finger rested on the trigger guard.
The right hand pushed forward while the left pulled back with moderate force—using too much force with both hands against each other was definitely not the way.
This two-handed shooting stance is common and also favored by IPSC shooters because it greatly aids in maintaining stability during rapid-fire to quickly adjust shooting posture.
Yang Yi’s movents were naturally standard; if he had seen a move once, it would be just so when he perford it.
“Hmm, is there a problem with standard movents?”
Yang Yi curiously inquired, and Ben just shrugged, “I’ve been playing with guns since I was very young.
Back then, nobody taught what the correct posture was, so many of us just shot however we wanted, so my movents aren’t standard.
I would like to have a more standard motion, but I’ve already ford the habit; it’s too late to change.”
“But you shoot much more accurately than I do!”
Ben laughed, “Sure, standard movents are important, but your movents are too rigid.
You’re wasting too much energy and strength maintaining your standard posture.”
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