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

Who, who else but 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 slammed it at the target.

Yang Yi's gunfire startled the people around him, who, one was the person who was shooting next to him, and the other was the security officer of the patrol, who was actually moving a chair and sitting in the back of the patrol.

This is the CIA, of course, there will be no one who can't even shoot, so practicing shooting here is actually practice, no need to teach, just practice, good gunners are fed with bullets.

But Yang Yi's gunfire is a little different, what is the difference, too fast, too fast, too ruthless, hitting a 25-meter target is a 9 mm caliber pistol, and it is not ordinary people who can hit so fast.

So the security officer and the person next to Yang Yi couldn't help but poke their heads over, and then they saw the target paper that was automatically sent back.

Ten bullets were fired, which was not bad, but two of them were on target, one with three rings and one with seven rings, and it was not a bald head.

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

Yang Yi felt a little blushing, he still changed the magazine with a calm face, and then raised the gun again.

Let's fight honestly this time, hit slowly, aim and hit again.

In fact, if Yang Yi fights well, his marksmanship is okay now, it is not on top but not on the bottom, at the level of ordinary people, the best level that ordinary people can achieve after practicing for a long time.

Shoot by shot slowly, occasionally hit ten rings, but the most time is in the eighth ring, if you hit someone, it will be regarded as a gun that does not leave the head.

There is a premise, it cannot be a moving target.

It's just fighting, and the hands of the beating are sore, and Yang Yi finally stopped.

Is there any progress? There is no progress, and shooting is not like flying an airplane for Yang Yi anyway, and he can learn it twice.

There are famous teachers to guide, Brian and Paul are both experts in using guns, there is an environment where guns must be used, and there are also environments for practicing guns, but how can this marksmanship not be practiced?

Yang Yi was really annoyed and distressed in his heart.

The main thing is that people are more popular than people, and as soon as Yang Yi practiced the gun, he had to think of the ram, and then he would begin to doubt his own level.

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

Yang Yichang sighed, he now understands Xiao Ran's feeling very well, just the feeling that you have a big mountain in front of you, no matter how hard you try, you can't climb it, even if you take a plane, it's really bad.

The full magazine was already empty, Yang Yi reloaded the magazine with ten rounds, and then he raised the gun again and fired ten shots at the target.

This time it's even worse, just one shot on target, it should be the first shot, and after the hit is fast, the back ones are flying.

Yang Yi didn't understand, how could the ram fight so fast, why? Why?

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

In fact, he didn't throw it away, but Yang Yi's strength was a little bigger, and when he put the gun down, he 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, with a look of dissatisfaction on his face.

"What's wrong? Any questions? ”

The middle-aged man walked up to Yang Yi, he 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 it, understand?" ”

Yang Yi exhaled and said, "I'm sorry, I have some ...... Hmm, sorry, no. ”

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 to shoot a few shots to vent, this is a good way to vent your emotions, but just shoot the bullet out, don't treat the gun roughly." ”

Yang Yileng paused, 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 fight so fast? What's the point of no one doing this except for very upset people? What's the point of wasting bullets other than that? ”

Yang Yi hesitated for a moment and said, "It makes sense, I want to practice rapid fire, well, it must be very accurate if it hits quickly." ”

The security officer sneered, then he waved his hand and said, "Man, are you really kidding, so contact rapid-fire?" Haven't you ever taken a shooting lesson? ”

Yang Yi said a little crampedly: "It's not all practice, I just want to see what level I will be at when I play like this." ”

"What level can it be other than 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 as quickly as I just did and then hit accurately."

"What do you say? Quickly snap your finger and hit it accurately? Haha, what a joke. ”

Yang Yi exhaled and said, "No, I've seen it, in fact, I've seen it, the speed is about the same as what I played, anyway, I heard like this, well, he can shoot more than nine rings with every shot." ”

The safety officer thought for a moment, he pulled out his pistol, took a step forward and stood on Yang Yi's target position, and then slammed towards the target, with one hand, almost no pause.

After the fight, the security officer exhaled, and then he pressed the button, waited for the target paper to return to his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Just like this?" ”

Yang Yi was dumbfounded.

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

Yang Yi looked at the security officer with adoring eyes and said loudly: "Fake, master!" ”

The security officer rolled his eyes, and then he said to Yang Yi: "I haven't seen what you said, but I can do it, but does it make sense?" If the target is where it is and it won't move, if it's a person, is there a difference between you firing one shot at him and firing ten shots? ”

The corners of Yang Yi's mouth twitched, and then he said in a low voice: "Moving target, what if he hits a moving target?" ”

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

"No, it's possible."

The person who was listening to Yang Yi's conversation on the side suddenly spoke, he left his shooting position, leaned out, and said helplessly to the security officer: "There is such a person, there really is, I have seen it, I almost died at his hands, you ask me why I come here every day to practice shooting, have I told you the reason?" ”

"Nope."

"The truth is that my self-confidence was destroyed, I lost the courage to pick up a gun, well, every time I picked up a gun, I would think of that person, and then I would feel like I was dead, so the psychiatrist advised me to take a break, and then I came here every day to shoot, hoping to regain my confidence."