Yang Yi's wrist really hurts.

It is not only painful but also sour, not only sour but also numb, not only numb but also numb.

In short, Yang Yi now hurts when he sees a pistol. Not only does his hands hurt, but his head hurts.

This month, fifty thousand bullets are really a shortcut to practicing marksmanship, but this shortcut is not a shortcut to taking a shortcut, but a shortcut that Yang Yi took in one day. The time is short, but the journey is not short at all.

But the effect is still very obvious. Although Yang Yi has only shot fixed targets these days, after ten thousand bullets were fired, his marksmanship is really good.

The sharpshooters were all fed by bullets, and this was not wrong at all. Now Yang Yi’s fixed target from ten meters to thirty meters was fired with a gun, and the gun was hit without any ambiguity. If Yang Yi hit the target that was close to him, he would never fail to hit.

But there is only one thing, I can’t stand anything if I feed too much, and I really want to vomit if I feed too much bullet.

To put it bluntly, Yang Yi has a good foundation and has developed a good body in prison. Otherwise, it would be hard to say whether his arm could be lifted up.

Xiao Ran trapped 10,000 9mm Palla Belum bullets, which made Yang Yi fire all the bullets. There were not many pistol bullets at all. It was already a large number of 10,000 shots at home, but it couldn't resist Yang Yi's attack.

After putting down the pistol, Yang Yi took out the empty magazine, separated the gun and the magazine and placed it on the table, breathed a sigh and sighed: "I'm finally finished..."

Xiao Ran nodded and said, "Well, let you fire 9mm first, because the 9mm caliber recoil is a little smaller, and I still have 10,000 43mm bullets at home, so you'll finish it."

Yang Yi staggered and almost fell down, then he looked at Xiao Ran and said bitterly: "Why are you doing so many bullets at home?"

"If there are fewer bullets, I feel insecure. In fact, I only have more than 20,000 pistol bullets. There are still more rifles bullets. You have to practice this pistol, and of course you have to practice the rifle, but we may leave soon, and I think we can't finish it."

Xiao Ran sighed, then said with regret: "I don't know if I can come back, so I'd better shoot all the bullets before leaving. When you shoot all my inventory, you'll probably be able to see your marksmanship."

Yang Yi whispered: "We can't fight anymore. We have to go find Zhang Yong and go to Las Vegas."

Xiao Ran was silent for a moment, then she said with a little melancholy: "It's so urgent."

It has been a week since time, and Yang Yi also agreed to Xiao Ran to find Zhang Yong in a week, but now it is time, Xiao Ran doesn't seem to want to leave very much.

Yang Yi was about to say something, but Xiao Ran shook her head and then said softly: "Forget it, don't delay, I'll leave sooner or later, so let's go."

Carefully, Yang Yi whispered: "Do you a little don't want to go with me? If so, it doesn't matter, I can leave by myself."

Xiao Ran smiled, then she looked at Yang Yi and said, "It's not that I don't want to leave, but I'm just a little reluctant. Let's go back now."

Yang Yi began to pack up the guns they brought, packed everything, and then put the things they brought back to the car with his trembling hands.

The place where Yang Yi practiced his gun was Xiao Ran. Xiao Ran had a piece of land and built a vacation wooden house. Behind the wooden house was a forest, and there was a private shooting range between the wooden house and the woods.

That's right, Xiao Ran is a rich man.

After locking the door of the wooden house that she had lived in these days, Xiao Ran leaned on the wooden house for a long time before finally getting on the car.

After getting into the car, Xiao Ran finally said sadly: "I have spent a lot of wonderful time here. My adoptive mother teaches me to shoot here. She will shoot with me every day. Now she is leaving. I don't know if she can come back or let me go, which makes me feel a little sad."

Yang Yi would not say anything like that if he couldn't bear to leave, because he knew that Xiao Ran had no choice. Since the cleaner let Xiao Ran know everything, he had no intention of letting Xiao Ran be out of the matter, although Erwin said nothing.

"Your adoptive mother must be a very amazing person, right?"

Xiao Ran nodded and said in a deep voice: "Yes, she is indeed a very amazing person."

Xiao Ran didn't want to talk too much about her adoptive mother, as it has always been like this, so just responded to Yang Yi's words, Xiao Ran kicked the car out with the accelerator.

Yang Yi has discovered it these days. Of course, Xiao Ran crashed into a car in front of him on purpose, because Xiao Ran not only knows how to drive, but also drives very well.

Xiao Ran was in a bad mood, so after returning to her home in the suburbs, Xiao Ran started cooking.

Xiao Ran likes to calm her emotions by cooking. Yang Yi thinks that her habit is very good and particularly good.

Yang Yi was using a gun to shoot a large number of bullets every day, because Yang Yi had to be familiar with various guns, but he had to wipe it after the gun was shot. Although some guns had to be fired hundreds of bullets without having to wipe it, Xiao Ran's habit was to wipe it after using a gun, so Yang Yi inherited this habit.

One cooked and the other wiped the gun. When Xiao Ran made the rice, Yang Yi also wiped the gun.

Xiao Ran cooked a few dishes today, but they were very silent when they were having dinner.

After dinner, Xiao Ran took the pistol that Yang Yi had wiped and packed and put it in her gun room. Then she took out four pistols, namely one m1911a1, one, one Glock 21, one usp45, and one mk23.

Putting four pistols on the table, Xiao Ran said lightly: "These four guns are classics with 45 caliber and are also very common. After using these four guns to shoot 10,000 bullets, you will have mastered the 45 caliber shooting feeling. This mk23 is my spare gun. I will lend it to you for use but you are not allowed to lose it."

"Thanks."

"You are welcome."

Xiao Ran returned to her gun room. After a while, she said in a deep voice: "Come here to help me."

Xiao Ran held a rifle storage box in each hand, and there were four at her feet. Yang Yi said in surprise: "Take them all?"

“Take it all.”

"Are you moving or what are you doing? Have you brought so many? This is a rifle, not a pistol."

Xiao Ran didn't argue with Yang Yi this time. She looked at the storage box at her feet and whispered: "These guns have different calibers, different ranges, and different uses. Okay, I'm just a little reluctant to leave..."

Yang Yi whispered: "It's not that I'm not coming back. Listen to me, we'll just take one and only use the master's gun. Don't forget that we have to go from the United States to Europe. It's not easy to walk on the way. Wouldn't it be even more distressing if we lose so many guns?"

Xiao Ran struggled for a while, and finally said with pain: "Okay, I'll only bring the master with a gun."

Helping Xiao Ran put the gun back in place, Yang Yi said with a relaxed look: "I said you don't have to be too sad. If you want to come back in the future, come back. Wouldn't it be better to put things at home? Your security system is so good, but you can't lose it."
Chapter completed!