Chapter 991: Sympathy for the Same Suffering

As soon as Yang Yi picks up the gun, he will think of someone.

Who, who else but the ram.

Yang Yi put down the gun again. He sighed, took off the earmuffs, and looked at the target quietly. Then he suddenly grabbed the gun from the table and hit the target with bang bang.

The sound of Yang Yi's gunshot startled the people around him. Who was it? One was the person next to him who also shot, and the other was the security guard patrolling the field. He said he was patrolling the field, but he just moved a chair and sat behind him.

This is the CIA, so of course there won't be anyone who can't even shoot, so practicing shooting here is actually just practice. There's no need to teach, just practice. Good shooters are fed bullets.

But there was something different about Yang Yi's gunshot. What was different was that it was too fast and too fast. It was a 9mm pistol when shooting at a 25-meter target. Anyone who could shoot so fast was not an ordinary person.

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

I fired ten rounds, which was pretty good. At least two of them hit the target. One shot had three rings and the other had seven rings. After all, I was not bald.

The man standing next to Yang Yi just smiled slightly, but the man with the safety officer logo couldn't help laughing, but luckily, he shook his head and sat back down.

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

This time, let’s fight honestly, slowly, and aim again.

In fact, if Yang Yi fights hard, his marksmanship is pretty good now, not above but not below, it is at the level of an average person, the best level that an average person can achieve after practicing for a long time.

He fired slowly one shot after another, occasionally hitting the tenth ring, but the last time it was the eighth ring. If it were to hit someone, it would be considered as if the gun never left the head.

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

The beating made his hands sore, and Yang Yi finally stopped.

Is there any progress? There is no progress. For Yang Yi, shooting is not like flying a plane. He can learn it twice.

Under the guidance of famous teachers, Brian and Paul are both experts in using guns. There are situations where guns must be used, and there are situations where guns can be practiced, but why can't they just practice this marksmanship?

Yang Yi was really upset and distressed.

Mainly because people are so infuriating. As soon as Yang Yi practices shooting, he has to think of Gong Yang, and then he will start to have doubts about his own level.

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

Yang Yi sighed. He now understood Xiao Ran's feeling very well. It was such a terrible feeling that there was a big mountain in front of you and you couldn't climb it no matter how hard you tried, even if you took a plane.

The full magazine was empty. Yang Yi reloaded ten bullets into the magazine. Then he raised the gun again and fired ten shots at the target.

This time it was even worse. I hit the target with just one shot, probably the first one. I hit it fast and all the others behind it flew away.

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

Unable to help sighing 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 too strong, and he made a loud sound when he put the gun down.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Yang Yi turned his head and saw that the middle-aged man sitting behind him stood up, with a look of dissatisfaction on his face.

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

The middle-aged man walked up to Yang Yi, glanced at Yang Yi, then pointed at 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 took a breath and said: "Sorry, I'm a little...well, sorry, I can't do it anymore."

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

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

"Why shoot so fast? No one does it except very unhappy people, so what's the point? What's the point except wasting bullets?"

Yang Yi hesitated for a moment and said: "It makes sense. I want to practice rapid fire. Well, I have to be very accurate in order to shoot quickly."

The security officer chuckled, then waved his hand and said, "Man, are you really good at joking, contacting rapid fire like this? Haven't you ever taken a shooting class?"

Yang Yi said with some embarrassment: "It's not all practice, it's just to see what level I can play like this."

"What else can it be other than missing the target?"

Yang Yi couldn't help but said: "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 did, and then still hit it accurately?"

"What are you talking about? You can hit it accurately by swiping your fingers quickly? Haha, are you kidding me?"

Yang Yi took a breath and said: "No, I have seen it. In fact, I have seen it. The speed is about the same as mine. Anyway, that's what I heard. Well, he can hit more than nine rings with every shot."

The security officer thought for a while, then pulled out his pistol, stepped forward and stood at Yang Yi's target position, and then fired rapidly at the target with one hand, with almost no pause.

After the shooting, the safety officer exhaled, then he pressed the button, waited for the target paper to return to his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Like this?"

Yang Yi was dumbfounded.

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

Yang Yi looked at the security officer with admiring eyes and said loudly: "Fake, you are a master!"

The security officer rolled his eyes, and then he said to Yang Yi: "I have never seen the situation you mentioned, but I can do it, but does it make sense? The target is right there and will not move. If it is a human, you Is there any difference between firing one round at him and firing ten rounds at him?”

The corner of Yang Yi's mouth twitched, and then he whispered: "Moving target, what if he is shooting a moving target?"

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

"No, it's possible."

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

"No."

"The fact is that my self-confidence was destroyed, and I lost the courage to pick up the gun. Well, every time I picked up the gun, I would think of that person, and then I would feel that I was dead, so the psychiatrist suggested that I take a break. time, and then I’ll come here and shoot every day, hoping to get my confidence back.”