As soon as he picked up the gun, Yang Yi would think of someone.

Who, who else can there be besides the ram?

Yang Yi put the gun down again. He sighed, took off the earmuffs, looked at the target quietly, and then suddenly grabbed the gun from the table and thumped at the target.

Yang Yi's gunshot shocked the people around him. Who? One was the person who was shooting the same next to him, and the other was the security officer of the patrol. He said that he was actually a person sitting behind the patrol.

This is Cia. Of course, there will be no one who can't even shoot, so practicing shooting here is actually just practice. You don't need to teach it, just practice. Good gunmen are all fed by bullets.

But Yang Yi's gunshots are a bit different, and they are different, too fast, too harsh, and they are 9mm caliber pistols when they hit a 25-meter target, and they are not ordinary people who can hit such a fast one.

So the security officer and the people next to Yang Yi couldn't help but lean over, and then they saw the target paper that was automatically transmitted back.

I fired ten bullets, which was pretty good. At least two of them were on the target, one was three rings and one ring, and I finally got a bald head.

The one standing next to Yang Yi just smiled slightly, but the person with the safety officer sign couldn't help laughing out loud. Fortunately, he shook his head and sat back.

Yang Yi felt a little blushed, but he still changed the magazine with a calm look on his face, and then raised the gun again.

This time, fight honestly, hit slowly, aim and then hit.

In fact, if Yang Yi fights well, his shooting skills are good now. He is not high-level but not low-level. At the level of ordinary people, the best level that ordinary people can achieve after practicing for a long time.

He shot slowly and occasionally shot ten rings, but the first time he was on the eight rings. If he hit someone, he would be considered a gun to be in his head.

There is a prerequisite, it cannot be a mobile target.

Even after hitting, his hands were sore, and Yang Yi finally stopped.

Have you made any progress? Nothing has been made. For Yang Yi, shooting, you can't do it just like flying a plane. You can learn it twice.

There are famous teachers who guided them. Brian and Paul are both experts in using guns. They have environments where guns are necessary and guns are practiced. But why can't you practice this gun?

Yang Yi was really upset and distressed.

The main reason is that people are so angry that they are so angry that Yang Yi has to think of the ram when he practices guns, and then he will begin to doubt his own level.

No matter how you practice, you can't compare to others, what's the point of practicing?

Yang Yi sighed deeply. He now understood Xiao Ran's feeling very much. It was just that there was a mountain ahead of you, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't get over it, and even if you were on a plane, it was really bad.

The magazine was already exhausted, and Yang Yi loaded ten bullets into the magazine again, then he raised his gun again and fired ten shots at the target.

This time it was even worse. I just hit the target. It should be the first shot. After the hit was almost done, all the people behind it were knocked away.

Yang Yi didn't understand, why can the ram fight so quickly? Why? Why?

Unable to help sighing heavily, Yang Yi put the gun on the table.

Actually, he didn't throw it away, but Yang Yi's power was a little too strong, and when he put the gun down, it made a loud noise.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Yang Yi turned his head and saw the middle-aged man sitting behind him standing up, his face feeling a little dissatisfied.

"What's wrong? Is there any problem?"

The middle-aged man walked up to Yang Yi, glanced at Yang Yi, then pointed to the gun on the table and said in a deep voice: "Don't treat the gun like this. Even if it's not your weapon, you shouldn't do this, do you understand?"

Yang Yi exhaled and said, "Sorry, I'm a little... Well, sorry, no more."

Yang Yi's apology was quite sincere. The security officer nodded, and then he said in a deep voice: "Okay, I can see that you are in a bad mood, otherwise you wouldn't shoot like that. You can come here and fire a few shots to vent. This is a good way to vent your emotions, but just shoot the bullets out, don't treat the gun roughly."

Yang Yi was stunned for a moment, then he shook his head and said, "I'm not in a bad mood. Uh, I'm in a bad mood now, but I don't mean to vent my emotions."

"Why is it so fast? What's the point of no one doing this except people who are very upset? What's the point of wasting bullets?"

Yang Yi hesitated for a moment and said, "It makes sense. I want to practice rapid shooting. Well, it must be very accurate when you hit it quickly."

The security officer laughed and then waved his hands and said, "Man, you are really good at joking. Contact rapid shooting like this? Have you never taken a shooting class?"

Yang Yi said a little embarrassedly: "It's not all about practice, I want to see what level I will be at for playing like this."

"What else can you be at apart from off-target?"

Yang Yi couldn't help but say, "Have you been here for a long time?"

"It's been a long time, about eleven years."

"Then have you ever seen anyone who can shoot quickly like I just now and then hit accurately."

"What did you say? You can hit the fingers quickly and hit them in a while? Haha, what a joke."

Yang Yi breathed out and said, "No, I've seen it, but in fact I've seen it, and the speed is similar to that of me. Anyway, I'm just like that. Well, he can shoot more than nine rings in every shot."

The safety officer thought about it, pulled out his pistol, stood forward on Yang Yi's target position, and then thumped at the target with one hand, with almost no pause.

After the call, the safety officer breathed a sigh of relief, then he pressed the button, waited for the target paper to return to his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "It's like this?"

Yang Yi was stunned.

One shot is ten rings, one shot is eight rings, and then the rest is nine rings.

Yang Yi looked at the security officer with admiration and shouted: "Fake, master!"

The security officer rolled his eyes, and then he said to Yang Yi: "I haven't seen what you said before, but I can do it, but is it meaningful? The target is everywhere and will not move. If it is a human, is there any difference between hitting one shot at him and hitting ten shots?"

Yang Yi's mouth twitched, and then he whispered: "Mobile target, what if he was shooting a mobile target?"

The security officer was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Impossible, that's absolutely impossible, you're joking."

"No, it's possible."

The person who was listening to Yang Yi and the others' conversation suddenly spoke. He left his shooting position, leaned out, and said helplessly to the security officer: "There are such people, really, I have seen them. I almost died at his hands. You ask me why I come here to practice shooting every day. Do I tell you the reason?"

"No."
Chapter completed!