Yang Yi picked up a pistol with his left hand.

Again the Glock 17 pistol.

Why can you see the Glock 17 everywhere, because this gun is really too successful, not to mention anywhere else, Glock occupies 40 percent of the police gun market in the United States.

This gun can be seen all over the world, and of course there will be no shortage here in Xiao Ran.

Yang Yi is holding the Glock 17 version that can be used to unhook up the empty warehouse with his left and right hands, plus this gun has no external insurance, and the double-action trigger can be pulled, which is very convenient.

The target was a human target at ten meters, and Yang Yi raised his pistol and aimed at the target.

Now Yang Yi's arms are very powerful, the weight of the pistol doesn't feel anything to him at all, he shoots, the gun is very steady, after 10 bullets, he put down the gun, and said to Xiao Ran, who was standing aside: "How is it?" ”

Xiao Ran looked at Yang Yi and said expressionlessly: "It's okay, one shot with ten rings, two shots with nine rings, six rounds with eight rings, and one shot with six rings." ”

Yang Yi sighed with satisfaction and said with a smile: "It's not very difficult." ”

Xiao Ran said coldly: "This is a ten-meter target, it's just a ten-meter target, a ten-meter fixed target, what else do you want?" ”

Yang Yi twisted his neck and said, "Paul told me that most of the time the pistol shooting is aimed at a target within ten meters, you see that I can shoot it." ”

Xiao Ran didn't speak, she held up her huge MK23 full of external accessories, and then started to fight.

Xiao Ran hit a 30-meter target.

It was also ten bullets, but Xiao Ran was much faster than Yang Yi.

After beating in one breath, Xiao Ran took off the noise-canceling earmuffs and said to Yang Yi: "Ten shots and ten rings, you come and try it." ”

Yang Yi changed the magazine and raised the gun, and then after he finished shooting in one go, he found that only four bullets were on target, because he was shooting according to Xiao Ran's speed.

As for the number of rings, don't report it, shame.

Looking at the target, Yang Yi put down the pistol in a sneering manner and said in a low voice: "How can this be ......?"

Xiao Ran smiled proudly and said, "Don't say anything, let's fight, in fact, you should start with the five-meter target." ”

Yang Yi sighed and said, "Why do you have to use Glock 17?" Paul told me that the best fit for me was P229. ”

Xiao Ran said in a deep voice: "I will let you practice P229, but as a spy, you need to be able to pick up all kinds of pistols and fight them equally well, Glock 17 should be the most common pistol now, so let you practice this first." ”

"But I don't like Glock, I don't like the way the gun looks."

Xiao Ran looked at Yang Yi, took a deep breath, and then said in a deep voice: "Less nonsense, fight!" ”

Yang Yi started shooting, he emptied a full magazine of 17 rounds, and then he stopped.

"Why stop? Change the magazine and continue. ”

Yang Yi felt that firing 50,000 rounds of ammunition a month was really nothing, but now, he only fired less than forty rounds, and he felt a little uncomfortable in his wrist.

The shock was unbearable, although it didn't hurt yet.

"I'll change hands."

Picking up another Glock 17 with his right hand, Yang Yi shot two more magazines.

Yang Yi was full of anticipation for practicing shooting, but at this time, he only fired a few dozen bullets, and he began to feel bored.

Yang Yi stopped again, Xiao Ran looked at him slowly, and said, "Go on." ”

Yang Yi changed his hand and fired two magazines again, and then he really didn't want to fight.

I don't feel anything just after a few shots, but if I shoot dozens of shots in a row, my wrist really hurts.

It really hurts.

"Can you take a break?"

Xiao Ran smiled: "I started practicing shooting at the age of twelve, at that time I shot at least 100 bullets a day, starting from the most boring close-range fixed target, and then slowly increased the difficulty, but also increased the fun of shooting, now you don't have to think too much, just hit like this, until you vomit." ”

Yang Yi was stunned for a moment and said, "Can you change the gun?" ”

"You can change to a P229, but you can't stop shooting."

Yang Yi fired more than a hundred rounds in a row, and then he stopped again.

"50,000 rounds of ammunition a month, how to fight?"

Looking at Yang Yi with a bitter face, Xiao Ran smiled and said: "Shoot by shot, listen, I'll take you to my secret private shooting range, I will provide my own bullet stock, and use my top pistol for you to practice, not to listen to your complaints, now, pick up the gun and finish all the bullets for me, okay?" ”

Yang Yi also felt a little ashamed, so he stopped talking and began to concentrate on shooting.

When he fired 500 bullets, Yang Yi really wanted to vomit.

Shooting is fun, but shooting again and again, then it's not interesting.

If Yang Yi was asked to shoot a target a few hundred meters away with a sniper rifle, it might still be a little interesting, but it would be really boring to let him keep shooting at a target that was only ten meters away and had already hit a sparse spot.

Five hundred rounds of ammunition were fired with machine guns, and in a moment they were swept out.

But it's not the same with a pistol.

Hitting with his left hand, hitting with his right hand, and holding a gun with both hands, Yang Yi felt that both of his wrists began to sore and swollen.

In fact, Yang Yi is also a person with perseverance, and he can also be ruthless to himself, but when he finishes a thousand bullets, he really doesn't want to fight.

"Alright, that's it for today."

Xiao Ran finally said to stop, she took off her earmuffs, and said with a smile: "Your right arm has just been removed and has not recovered completely, so it's better to play less today." ”

Yang Yi rubbed his wrist and said with a puzzled expression: "You practiced it like this?" ”

"How can you practice if you don't practice like this, good shooters are fed with bullets, some people have talent, they can be sharpshooters with talent and hard work, some people are not talented, but they can be a good shooter if they don't have talent and hundreds of thousands of bullets, you don't expect to be a sharpshooter, but at least you have to do it within ten meters."

Yang Yi was very unconvinced: "Why can't I be a sharpshooter?" ”

"Because you have no talent, and your qualifications are ordinary people, of course you can't become a sharpshooter."

"What about you?"

Xiao Ran turned around with great confidence and shot at an iron target fifty meters away, and every time she fired the iron target, the iron target clanged.

"Look, that's talent."

Yang Yi stopped talking, he fought for an afternoon, shot a thousand bullets, and now knows what the concept of shooting a distance of fifty meters with a pistol is, let him aim slowly and hit slowly without a gun, like Xiao Ran, if he lifts a weight lightly, he can hit him casually.

Scratching his head, Yang Yi whispered: "Let's practice here for another week, and then we will go to Las Vegas, I will lay a foundation first, and then let Brother Yong teach me it may be better." ”

Xiao Ran smiled faintly and said, "Afraid of being embarrassed? Don't worry, you'll still be a rookie if you practice for another week at your level, don't think about beautiful things. ”